Kismat Connection♡

Rudraksh

"His words didn't cut as deep as your actions are doing right now."

My chest tightened as I snapped back to the present, only to find myself running down the stairs. I had just run, skipping a few steps at a time. My heart was racing faster than my feet, and right now, the only thought running through my mind was her.

She is leaving. I have to stop her.
After skipping many stairs, I finally reached the ground floor. The door was in front of me.

I pulled the door open, and just then, their elevator also arrived, doors opening with a soft chime.
Without wasting any more time, I strode toward the door where I saw Haru exiting the elevator, and our eyes met. He looked surprised to see me there, but without paying any attention, I closed the door and stepped into the elevator, where Samyuktha's face lost its colour.

"Wh...what? How are you here?" she stammered.

I didn't give her time to react.

"It's not done," I broke the silence as I moved toward her, matching her pace as she backed away.
Slow but deliberate.

A hint of confusion flickered across her face before her lips parted at the hint of recognition, her eyes sharpened, and her face turned stony as I trapped her between me and the wall. There was still a gap between us before I invaded her personal space. She could not run from me now.
I can still feel the warmth of her lips on mine.

The softness of her curves. The roughness in her actions.Everything about her is addicting, driving me insane.

And right now, she is so close, her body stiffened, not to my liking. This is not how I want her to be. And definitely, not how she is going to be. But still tried to back out when I pulled her towards me by gripping her waist, and the other gripping the back of her neck to prevent her from moving.

Her heart was racing, so was mine. Her almond eyes were staring at me, right into my soul. Only one thing was chanting in my mind,

"You're never done with me" That's all it takes before crashing my lips on her, fueled by every second I stayed silent when I should have held her close to me.
Not soft but rough and fierce.

Her breath hitched, and in a heartbeat, she was punching and pushing my chest until I caught her lips between mine and sucked.
Hard and deliberate.

The grip on her waist gets harder as I bite her lips to get access. She whimpered, but then she bit my lip. The punches stopped, and the hands, which were pushing me, were now the ones which are pulling me closer.
Seeing the opportunity, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, claiming my every right on her. She tasted even sweeter than I ever imagined. I thought I had more resistance, but she crumbled every bit of it, leaving me nothing but starvation, and she tasted like everything I've been starving for.
Sweet. Maddening. Mine.

But now a war has started, a fight for power, not with words but with tongues. Her hands roam, marking her right wherever they can; simultaneously, she bit my lips hard, and I'm surprised how my lips didn't bleed. She fought, expressed and kissed everything she couldn't say verbally. Both of our tongues tangled messily; the sound of her bangles and the sound of kissing can be heard within the elevator.

My hands gripped tightly on either side of her waist, lifting her from the floor in one swift motion. Her legs instinctively wrapped around me, hooking my back. And at that moment, I knew- she wanted me too, no matter how much she denied. Her hand rose to my hair, gripping it in a deadly hold, pulling me closer as it wasn't close enough already.
She is going to be my end.

Nothing in this world felt as soft as her lips, which were sucking my soul out of my body. Even though I know we should pull apart to breathe. I just couldn't. I could barely keep myself sane in the lifespan of these three days. Tears streaming down her face were the only thing I could think of. I was going crazy at the thought of hurting her, couldn't forgive her or myself.