Vaidehi's POV:-
I think Dimi was right. He might be hurt. You must be thinking that I am heartless. But that is how I had been taught since childhood. I am from such a town in Haryana where Muslims are considered to be lower casts and are regarded as untouchables.
I walked down to the football ground thinking that where I could find him. I must atleast say sorry to him.
I went close to the ground and saw someone speeding in his run. He came near me speeding. He passed past me and I felt as if a brush of air swept past me. He speeded more and as he ran more, his speed increased. I could see his face growing pale with the speed and his ears go pink.
I called out, "Abhi!" But there was no response. He again swept past me and this time, I could feel the air wet.
He was crying.
I saw him tumble in his speed and land on the ground holding his stomach. I ran to him and could feel the air getting heavy around.
He immediately stood up on his feet as he saw me, yet holding his stomach. He was breathing heavily and his hair was wet with sweat. His face was so wet that it was difficult to differentiate between his tears and sweat. I stood like a statue as I was pretty scared.
As soon as a little colour returned to his face, he shouted lungs out at me and said, "You! How dare you?" He was so loud, probably the whole area of the town could hear his shout.
"I....I...I'm sorry!" I said stammering and closing my eyes tight. I opened them only when I felt his warm heavy breath fall on my face. He was looking at me with his face down on mine. His eyes bloodshot and showed complete anger and pain.
He again shouted, "You bloody bastard, you bloody swine, you..." He stopped saying anything and pulled me harshly by my arms and took me to the parking spot and threw me inside his car and drove away along with me. I kept on protesting but he didn't pay any heed.
D'mitra's POV:-
It was already seven in the evening and Vaidehi was not back. I started to panick. But I realised that I needed to calm down because Vinod would be there any time now.
I walked out from the campus and stood in the parking lot for Vinod to come. I was wearing a black side slit dress with a matching black stilletoes. My hair was let loose with curls falling down my shoulder.
I saw a car's headlights and then a honk. I went close to the car and that's when I saw Vinod coming out from the car. He was wearing all black coat and shirt set with shining black shoes.
"Hello Senorita jab jab tujh ko dekha ayi aisi feeling jaise....." He paused and then winked and said, "Mere godh main aye ek beta!"
"What!" I exclaimed playfully and hit him at his biseps.
"Auch! It hurts mere bete ki ma!" Said Vinod playfully.
"Bete ki toh baad main sochenge par tere kan ko toh main tere maa ki haat main pauchaungi!" Exclaimed I playfully but Vinod didn't seem much impressed by that and his face fell.
"Get in or else we'll be late." He said completely ignoring my statement and opened the door for me. I got in and took a seat.
Vinod got inside the car and sat on the driver seat and put on his belt. Then he bent down to put my seat belt on. He got closer and pulled the belt as I could feel his warm breath on my face. He got closer and our lips touched. His lips got hold of my lower once and he sucked it passionately. He then parted my lips with his tongue and put it in my mouth and started to explore it, tasting each and every part of my mouth and couldn't help but responded to it passionately. He kissed slowly but with full passion pouring all his love in it. We then only broke apart to catch for some breath but then again started at each other's lips.
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