The Rivals (Rewriting)

Shot-4

Sanvi's POV

I watched him in disbelief as his eyes went wide and he hurriedly scooted away from me as if I was carrying some contagious pathogen. My own mind seemed to be in a swirl and I could barely think straight. My lips felt all tingly and that warm sensation in the pit of my stomach was long replaced by a hollow feeling.

"SANVI DIXIT? How? Why are you here? Where is...where is the other girl? Oh hell no.. Fucking hell!"

The panic in his voice reverberated throughout the ginormous room which I was noticing for the first time. The blinding lights had subdued my vision but I could see that it was definitely a guy's pad. I was standing leaning against the wall beside the king-sized bed far down from the room's door. I couldn't believe that he had hauled me down so far while I did nothing to evade him.

Actually, I did protest.

What the hell just happened? How could I lose my first kiss to my arch nemesis? More importantly, how could I kiss my arch nemesis and enjoy it?

I was in denial that any any of the things that transpired a minute ago was real. But there he was, standing in all his glory, wearing a black tee shirt and loose grey sweats, looking as devilishly handsome and REAL as any sunny day with that disgusted look on his sweaty scrunched up face. I felt the anger surge back in instantly.

"You ässhole Rathore! What the hell did you do just now?" I snarled at him angrily, wiping my plump lips vigorously. He was looking at me with an incredulous expression as I did that and then proceeded to wipe his own lips vigorously with the sleeve of his white shirt while muttering incoherent curses to himself.

Technically, he was the one to forcefully kiss me in the first place. I kissed him back so that I could catch him off guard and use the opportunity to loosen his hulk-like grip on me and I strongly stood by that belief.

Yes, I did not see him at all upon entering,-not even a teensy glimpse of his forever-beautiful hair.

He was not the one that I was reminded of when I heard that raspy voice in the dark. Absolutely not.

He was not on my mind when I was kissing him unknowingly. Absolutely not.

Yes, and I put my foot down on that belief. As stupid as that sounded, at that moment, I couldn't think of any other solution.

How idiotic was he to just grab anyone from anywhere and kiss them? I could never let him step all over me with that disgusted expression on his stupid face after snatching away my very first kiss.

He didn't get to deride me. This was all his fault.

The more I thought about the kiss, the more I realised how wrong it was. I felt like I had cheated on myself somehow. Had it been anyone other than him, I would not have felt that way but boy did we have some nasty history, Rathore and I. Actually, scratch that thought. I would have reacted equally violently if any stranger had coerced my first kiss away like that. Hell perhaps he'd be getting his ass kicked right then. And in no way was Rathore getting spared for his deed. I was also angry at myself for enjoying that kiss and that too with Rathore? Ew. Ew. Ew. I needed to sterilise my brain upon returning home.

"No. No. No. No. I refuse to believe this. Here, pinch me. It's all a dream right? Are you really standing here? Oh no, my lips!" As much angry as I was then, I couldn't help but be slightly amused at the audacity of this bitch to antagonise me in this situation.

"Stop that! Stop making it seem like you aren't at fault! Tell me, Why the hell did you do this?" I jerked his hands away from his mouth to stop him from that condescending act of wiping his lips till red like he had kissed a cow's butt. His back collided with the wall and he slid down the wall almost too dramatically before regaining his senses in a few seconds.