His Beasty

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Chapter - 16

His Beasty 😘

His Beasty 😘

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Alia

The worst part of inner fights are that you don't know which one is correct when they both are your own thoughts fighting each other.

I was facing that.

His nearness overwhelmed me but other side of me said to stay away from him.

Fight oneself? At the end it was to be me to suffer no matter whoever won.

I wished he would have followed me again and made me say my love for him. For I knew I would not had said that by myself.

I rode back to the college but went to find my own peace. It was the balcony on the other side of great hall where no one bothered to come if they had nothing to do at hall.

Dhruv took me here when he told me about their stupid trio party there. Abhi, Sameer and Dhruv.

I stood there for about fifteen minutes when I felt someone's eyes piercing through me.

I turned instantly to find him. He stood there at the big door of the hall. My wishes were coming true but I didn't wanted them at that moment.

How confused I was!

I madly, after reading his stupid diary accepted his company, out of my guts. And then I pushed him later.

He followed me and watched me for all the time, I was there. My heart leaped out when he spoke walking towards me.

I backed with his each steps.

" You get jealous on seeing me with other girl. You worry about whom I run after in the library. You like my kiss. And still you push me away all the time."

That was all correct and I wasn't in the position to deny him.

"Why don't you accept that each time I come closer to you, you get even more close?! "

I kept backing till I hit the wall.

" I love you, Alia. "

It was when he called me by Alia, he had overtaken me. I preferred beasty was much better then.

" I know you like me. I can hear your heart beats. " It wasn't only him to hear my over racing heart. I too heard them race when he came closer to me.

He pressed me to the walls and his arms on my sides of head checked my moves. Slowly he filled the gap between us and as his chest brushed mine, I shook with terror.

I couldn't move my head, hands and even legs. They were locked. Paralyzed.

It was only my rough breath and heart rocking.

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