The Rivals (Rewriting)

Shot-6

"Argh, you're hurting me!" Rishabh whispered angrily, pulling her face close to his and tightening his grip over her mouth.

She pulled his hair harder at this and struggled to voice some nasty insults through her muffled groans.

"Okay okay... We're both hurting each other and this is going nowhere. I'll leave you if you promise not to shout, okay?"  He gargled out in a jiffy and  waited for her agreement. Her eyes immediately lost its feisty look and she began contemplating her present situation.

She was too tired to be fighting like kindergarten kids with him in this state. Being stranded in a bathroom of an unknown mansion for so long in the dead of the night, away from the comfort of her room and without the knowledge of her mother was enough to send her into a frenzy of hypertension. She felt this weird urge to cry when the upcoming consequences of the night began dawning upon her one by one. Her mother must've figured her out her absence from the bed by then. She might have been going beserk wondering whether her disciplined daughter was abducted from the bed! She might have already called the police and caused a ruckus. And what about the man? He might have been thrashing her mother for Sanvi's mistake! Oh no. She grabbed the bathtub handle as she felt herself going breathless and losing balance. Rishabh noticed the sudden shift in her demeanor and his eyes widened with surprise. He slowly loosened his grip on her when with his quick wit, he figured she might be having a panic attack.

"Hah. Oh my god. Oh my god."

"What? Sanvi? Sanvi..." He jerked her up when he saw her wobbling with her grip. Their eyes locked together and he tried to keep it that way.

"Oh no, oh no. Oh my god. What am I doing here? Shit." She was a shaking mess.

"You are fine..okay? You get me? Are you having difficulty breathing? You are completely fine, silly! Breathe, take deep breaths and keep looking at me!" He spoke looking deep into her orbs as she felt waves of jitters hit her body under his gaze which in a way worsened her situation. His hands gripped her shaking palms into a ball, letting her channel the anxiety through them, aided with the warmth of his hands. Her eyes, glistened with moisture, both of the bath water and tears.

"It's alright, you're safe here. Nothing bad will happen. Just don't freak out. Take deep breaths. In and out. In and out." His spoke out of genuine concern for her state. She was a shaking mess. What made her have a panic attack all of a sudden? You doofus! You're the reason for this state of hers! His mind chimed in.

"And don't... cry... No one is going to hurt you. Please don't cry. There you go. Breathe. Good girl." His coddling tone felt entirely bizzare to her ears as a tear drop made its way down her left eye and she struggled to breathe in and out as directed by him.

He didn't leave her hands until he felt her relaxing under his hold. Her breaths soon came to a regular pace as she realised that he was still holding her hands while sitting inches apart from each other. They were both equally drenched by then. She must've been freezing for the past two hours in the bathroom. He noticed how her baggy pokemon tee-shirt now clung to her frame like a second skin.  The water dripping down her face glistened their way down her neck and vanished into her tee, precisely, into her chest. He inhaled a sharp intake of air as his mind started clouding with weirdly sensual thoughts again.

'You're drenched..' He looked away as he sensed her lowering her gaze while he was checking out her drenched frame.

This was definitely a clone of Sanvi. His mind groaned once again. Did she just blush? Did she? For heaven's sake! Did she forget that they hated each other?