The Rivals (Rewriting)

Shot-14

Sanvi's POV

"Rishabh..." I inhaled sharply as the icy bonnet of the car came in touch with the warm skin of my back.

"What the hell do you think of yourself?" Out of all the things in the world, that question was perhaps the least expected one after I had given up on my own partnership and risked my postion in the team while defending the jerk rebuking me right then.
I was entirely baffled.

"What the hell are YOU doing? Didn't you leave a while ago?"

Rishabh gritted his teeth in response as he held me close to his body such that not even a slither of air could pass through us. My chest was pressed up against his body as my hands automatically gripped his shoulder for support. The compromising position had already turned on all the red sirens in my mind. Evening had fully engulfed the silent empty school campus and if anyone remaining in the campus had to spot us in such a position, they'd definitely misinterpret the whole situation. But what confused me in that situation was how his eyes appeared entirely erratic, much different than any other expression I'd ever seen on his face.

"Hah, of course, you'd want me to scram early! The Good Girl would surely want to conspire some more with all those other baboons in the team."

"Whaa..baboons? What the hell are you talking about?" I pulled my hand out of his hold and tried to push the cement wall off of my body.

"wHaT?" Rishabh spat sarcastically, tugging me even closer to his warm body.

"Don't even try to deny that you want me out of the picture in the context of the Championship. I know you out of all those people will have the most to gain out of this if I am indeed kicked out. Didn't you enjoy the little show your partner put up in the cafeteria a few minutes ago?" His words made me shoot my gaze up to his face. I didn't know why I was rather softened at his insinuation. I bit back my immediate retort against the blatant insult considering the fact that it was not a good day for the Great Rathore's ego.

"Rathore... I didn't mean that when I asked why you haven't left yet. It wasn't even close to what I was implying!" I gasped when his grip around my waist tightened almost immediately.

"And no. I didn't enjoy any of Aakash's vindictive speeches." I mumbled under my breath, fighting against my inbuilt restraint from admitting that to his face.

"Hah! Dixit didn't enjoy my humiliation? Her own enemy being insulted in that manner? Oh, come on." His tone was of a genuinely surprised one. He dipped his face down to my neck making me gasp yet again.

"Liar..." He whispered in my ear, making me squirm against his body. His breath felt ticklish on my skin and I almost felt my knees buckle.

"I don't care if you do or don't believe me. All I have to say in this matter is that Aakash is not me. What he says or how he acts has nothing to do with me. And I don't agree with him here."

"Wow, Sanvi Dixit. What has gotten into you? Aakash is your partner. At least stay loyal to him.." I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm as he feigned shock at my words.

"He's not!" My hurried admittance seemingly puzzled him. It puzzled me too.

"He's not your partner?" I shrugged as Rishabh's eyes began sparkling all of a sudden, making me feel quite uncomfortable being under his hold at that particular moment.

"Release me now if you don't have anything better to say." I uttered in frustration. But what even was his need to hold me like that in the first place? I was extremely conscious of every touch and every brush and every point where my body came in contact with his. It felt weirdly hot being in his warm arms like that.