She felt light as feather
Not a drop of regret for what she did
She was quite and at peace with herself.
She remained unturned
Still under the effect of hang over
Her cheeks felt soft as they were pressing against his skin
She can inhale the fruitful odour of his skin.
She open her eyes to see him looking at her .
They kept staring at eachother for a while.
He was already feeling contrite about last night.
How can he loose his shit
Giving her one more reason to accuse him...... As if their wasn't enough already.
She was on the contrary feeling light and woozy.
Like a heavy load has been lifted from her heart.
Oxygen seems to be more easily available in the air..... Even a bit fragnantic.
The feeling is so similar of getting your favorite colour candy .
And there he is afraid that she will blow up any moment
Accusing him that what an oportunist he is.
That he took advantage of her drunk state.
He has learned not to expect any happy ending of their encounter.
But why she is looking so content....her eyes casting a wicked spell on him...she keeps looking like a doe who just got bewitched and lost her way.....it felt like he has been with het for too long but woken up with a complete stranger....
And why the hell she is looking at me without blinking.
How the hell I am supposed to wear my clothes back... If she keeps looking at me like this
"Fuck it"
He muttered under her breath
And got up to quickly Wear his shirt....and to his horror his lower was weeping at another corner of the room.
He grabbed one pillow and made a bunker out of it and ran towards the washroom.
While she still lay there.
with his frangnance lingering in the air around her....
!!!!!!!!!!!!
The living area was ravaged like some aftermath of hurricane or tsunami.
Adil choose to remain quite and not to comment on it
While rajveer quickly organized the room back as the tea was getting prepared
And soon left with Adil.
And as they drove
he was quiet on his way.....
adil looking at him every now and then...
he looks flustered ...
maybe somethinh happened..but he cant comment unless his friend wants to speak....
he tried to get his brain back in track.....try not to think about how she touched him last night...how she had touched him...how her skin felt under his lips....oh god....
he felt his body drifting towards her....his hypothalamus flushing oxytocin...
despite of life being so fucked up at the moment....there were butterflies growling in his tummy...
he knows this is not good..each time his hopes get built up...they shayter again..each time she drifts closer only to hurt him properly.....to let him scar and bleed a bit more than he already does....
she is such a sadist....she wants to fuck around with everything...his mind ...his heart...his body....
she wants to use him in every single way possible...but isnt that he wants too...
he often wonders if he likes the way she treats him like crap one moment and her eyes have this intimate connection with his the other..
how she cursed him ...shattered his self respect and was hungrily ravishing him like a blood thirsty lioness the other moment .
what kind of masochist has he become....what kind of person gets a kick out of being treated like an absolute crap......he seriously has gotten screwed up....
it wasnt good.what was happening was as confusing as a limbo where he keeps falling but gravity isnt too strong ......
he is left stranded in between....his mind will explode if he keeps floating around like this.....
all he knew was...there has to be an end to this ...he has to put an end to this....
*"""********
she doesnt go to work ...as his fragnance is too addictive ...she wants to linger around with it for a little more time.
but moreover she attributes it to the hang over.....which isnt as unpleasant as it should be....or it must be the pheromones being released into her blood..that dont let a distaste spread along...
that bedsheet with stains of her blood....she puts in washing machine.
his clothes messily spread all over the place dont irritate him neither does the mess in the dining area.....she cleans up for him too...his messy clothes his disorganized wardrobe....
she looks at herself in the mirror...her bruised lips.....countless marks on her skin.....purpilish hue....
along with a pinkinsh hue on her cheeks ......
she makes coffe for herself....its strong aroma...rejuvenates her....she lazes on the couch watching tv ..
constantly looking at the wall clock....waiting for him to arrive....
he barges in..and a delicious aroma fills his nostrils.....she is there stirring something on the kitchen counter......
arranging plates and serving dinner for two...
he quietly freshens up and walks past her to take out the chopping board and blender....
she looks at him making a smoothie ...
her eyes neither resentful...nor guilty...
she watches him the same way she was in the morning...
his body tingling under her gaze...
his eyes fall on her bruised lips...her unintentionally loose low cut nighty....revealing those purple marks on her milky skin...her ruffled hair...
he quickly gets out of the danger zone and takes his laptop and sits on the couch with smoothie mug...
she dosent ask him to join for dinner...just sits along gazing at him quietly while savouring hers....
she stays in the dining area for too long.he could feel her eyes fixed on him...like she is preying in him..
he feels like she is this quirky witch who just intends to rob him off his sanity....
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