NEVER FORGET YOU | 2

Chapter Nineteen

C H A P T E R - N I N T E E N

Song- Dangerous Woman, Ariana Grande.

I was lost. It didn't even occur to me to push him away. This was a bad idea, I know. But God, I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. I couldn't remember wanting to touch anyone so badly in my life. And I was ready to loose everything I have to be with him, atleast for once.

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Like I said before, this story is going to be bold, and I can't tell you to skip any particular parts because it's going to be everywhere and it will make no sense if I will tell you to skip some major parts. So, I'm the warning you guys again, don't tell me later that I didn't warned you before.

And here the story begins...

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I should have known, it's going to be a long, stressful ride when Amaan gave me a look while walking by me. It means I was supposed to follow him. It was ten past five in the evening, and the work hours for today were done.

I greeted my final goodbye to Shurti, Rahul, and some other girls sitting by who too were packing their stuffs to leave. I told them to enjoy their supposed weekend, and got "you too" and "same to you" wishes in response. I really wish...

And you know what they say? -Be careful what you wish for.

When we entered the elevator one after another, it was completely empty. And the moment it started heading down, all I can see is Amaan and me, pressed against the wall of elevator, fucking eachother senseless. The same image I had in the morning. Only it was more difficult to ignore it with Amaan actually standing beside me. It was not even ten seconds journey, but the way it bothered me feels like hours had passed during this ten seconds.

Can this elevator move any slower?

Control Kavya. You don't want Amaan to find out what evil things you are hallucinating inside your head.

I take one inaudible deep breath and I put on a blank face, as blank as I can manage. But it was nothing compared to the one Amaan use to have every single second, like one he's having right now. No one can beat him in this, I bet.

I thought once I'll get out of this elevator, I'll be at peace. But I was wrong.

Because now, I'm sitting silently, and, awkwardly beside Amaan on my usual passenger seat of the SUV while he drove the car out of the parking lot.

No one said a word in between. Well, we don't have anything to talk about anyways. But this silence is getting thick with some unknown kind of tension. I can't put a finger on what it is, but it's definitely not pleasing.

There was this painful knot forming inside my stomach, and I know for sure it's not because of my periods. My periods ended last day. I told myself it's because of the tension growing inside the small space of this car.

My palms have started to get sweaty and I keep rubbing them over the not so thick fabric of my straight black pants to get rid of the moisture forming on my palms. At the same time I glance at him from the corner of my eyes. He keep looking at his front, not giving me even a single look. I sigh. I just want to reach home as fast as I can. I almost have to control myself from not yelling at Amaan to drive fast. I can't stand to sit this close to him in this small packed space any longer without having any ugly thoughts. The warm air inside the car from the blower has started to suffocate me. Or is because of something else? Or rather, someone, sitting close-by? My nosy inner self like always mocked. I decided to avoid that nagging bitch.