The Rivals (Rewriting)

Shot-43

Sanyukta~

I stood in front of the gigantic mansion in the wintery night with nothing more than a light cardigan draped around my body and the most weird thing was that: I was sweating. Sweating like a bloody pig. I felt it utterly non-me when my fingers started to shake in nervousness. Heck! I couldn't believe that was actually happening to me. I was impatient enough not to care about how would I even get to meet him. Moreover that monstrously large mansion was only digging out the best scary feels I had ever felt in any of my nightmares. I would have dug a pit and buried myself right there with a flower on my grave if I had to stand there for another ten minutes, motionless and cursing about my decision of meeting him at any cost. I couldn't think of anything better other than craning my head up as far as I could to get a glimpse of him in that balcony which I vividly remember from the other night. But was it necessary for him to be there waiting for me? As if he would get an intuition of me visiting him at that point of the night?
I looked around the arena of the mansion. The surrounding walls were steep and wired. Not even a bird was lurking around. But then? Which bird will be more than enthusiastic to lurk around anywhere at that point of night? I mentally kicked myself for thinking irrationally. My eyes darted towards the balcony of his room and I felt myself staring dreamily. The room appeared to be pitch dark. Maybe he was sleeping? If only there was any spell to make him magically walk through the door and notice me! I sighed at my stupidity. I had a fücking tournament to win the next day! I loathed myself for wasting so much energy (precisely my power nap) and riding all the way there just to meet that arrogant-boy-now-turned-sweet-crush of mine! Kill me, kill me now!

"Looking for me, Love?" I jolted my neck towards the voice, almost spraining it, for sweet lord! My heart beat rapaciously against my chest as I recognized the owner of that sinful voice but I couldn't see him. Great! Now Randhir Singh Shekhawat was a hollow man! I snickered at the thought and tried to locate him around me.

"Here!" He bellowed and my eyes caught him leaning against the huge black gate of his freakishly huge mansion. His hands were crossed against his chest and it would be a sin for me not to admit to myself that he looked breathtakingly hot in his white body hugging tee shirt and loose black trousers. To myself though. I wouldn't want to make a fool out of myself in front of him. God! That boy could make anything look gorgeous wrapped around him. Or maybe with nothing wrapped around him? I instantly halted my drastically perverted thoughts. Now that was a side effect of being with Randhir Shekhawat!

"Ahem..?" I looked up to see him standing close to me. Surprisingly, he neither looked shocked, nor worried at my sudden arrival at that hour. His lips were curved up in a devilish smirk and I felt nauseous due to the somersaults on my stomach.

"I.. I..was..." And bam! I started my favourite work since few days, stuttering! Well it was indeed embarrassing to get caught trespassing someone's house at that point of night, though the sole purpose was to meet the person living in that house itself, but it was embarrassing. Wasn't it? I blushed under his gaze.

"Hmm?" His voice sounded more close and my heart almost leaped a beat when I felt his minty breath against my face, dangerously close. Okay. I had a mini heart attack at that to be honest. 

I inhaled a deep breath and tried to continue without anymore suppressed stuttering or fumbling.

"I wanted to see If you were okay.." I whispered, without matching his gaze.

"Since when did you start caring about me so much?" He whispered back and I felt a ticklish feel in my stomach hearing his deep voice. Since the night you took away my first kiss, you devil! I wanted to spat that honestly. What on the earth was he doing to me?!