"Sandhir-One Shots from Sadda Haq"

Both of Us

Both of Us

She twisted. She turned. She rolled over. Yet she couldn't close her eyes and fall asleep. She tried. She tried so hard. Yet sleep was an impossible task at hand. She was infuriated with sleep for eluding her. She sat up. Why? Why couldn't she sleep? Why was it so impossible to shut her eyes and forget whatever happened?

She sighed, shut her eyes and took a deep breath and exhaled out slowly. But she made a mistake because as soon as she shut her eyes. The memories of the events that happened a few hours back flashed through her mind.

*Start of Flashback*

She was sitting in the library reading a book. When she heard footsteps stomp into the room. She looked up from her book and stared into dark furious eyes the guy she hated the most in the world. The locked eyes for a minute before Randhir swung the book she was reading out of her hand and flung it away. She was irked by his rash action.

What the hell! What's your problem?' she said staring at him furiously.

My problem! You are my problem!' he said with his finger jutting out at her.

Good for you' she said with attitude and went o retrieve her book, but Randhir had other plans he caught her arm and swung her around sharply.

She was caught off-guard and staggered a little before regaining composure and jerking her hand away from him.

What the hell is your problem? She said her eyes blazing with fury. Randhir held her arms a little too tightly. And it hurt but she was not going to give in that easily.

They were standing very close. So close that a slight movement from either of them would make them inches apart. The tension was building. Pending and Rising. The sexual tension between the two, took every form ever since they met. From anger, to jealousy and finally settling on hatred.

Don't show me that attitude Sanyukta Agarwal, just because I let you win a petty scholarship...' he said.

She scoffed and said, You let me? Gosh you are impossible, I won it because I deserved it, I won it because, girls can win too'

His eyes were darkening with fury. She could sense the immense anger building up inside her. She was afraid, but she was a little excited at this close encounter, which showed his dangerous side.

Girls don't win anything, except their battles with vegetables and roti's in the kitchen' he said smirking dangerously.

She lost her cool then and said, How dare you! You bloody MCP' and struggled to set free from his iron grip. But it seemed the more she struggled the more his grip became tighter.

What decent words to say, that too from a girl's mouth' he said sarcastically. The smug grin on his face infuriated her even more. She wanted to wipe that smug smile from his face.

Nice to hear, such colourful words...' he began, but was cut short. When she smashed her lips to his, Randhir was taken aback in shock, and she rejoiced, getting the reaction out of him just the way she had wanted. But what was meant to be a shocker, turned to something more. She just couldn't let go. As the kiss deepened, his hands went down from her arms and around her slender waist as he pulled herself towards him. Such that she was trapped in close proximity with him. She had kept her eyes open so that she could register the shock on his face, but now she found them closing. As she drifted closer to him. Her hands going from no-touching-Randhir to his hair. She groaned when he bit her lower lip.

Randhir...' the seven letters she uttered sounded like the sexiest moan she had ever made in the history of her I-didn't-know-I-could-moan like that.