Trapped By Destiny

34| Friends with Destiny

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Randeep's POV

When I pulled back she looked straight into my eyes "I want you now!"

What in the world did she say just now. "She wants me?" My besharam brain is not letting me think straight.

I asked her to confirm what she just said  "Kya?.." my voice started wavering "phirse kaho.."

"Jo bhi tune suna wahi.."

By the time I was interrogating myself if it's real or not she stood up and dragged me towards our bedroom.

She plastered her lips again. How wrong I was when I thought I couldn't make out her emotions before. She literally pours all of them in this kiss. Frustration. Desire. Anger. Desperation. All of them I can feel from the way she kisses me. She provoked the beast inside of me. I heard her gasp when I bit her lower lip, and I take it as a chance to shov my tongue

She took my hand and rushed me to the bed room, By the time I got some time to realise what is happening "Ashi ye sab Kya hai? I get it, Tum mujse bohot Naraz ho. Main pyaar karta Hun tumse I don't lust you. Maine jo kuch bhi kiya Wo sirf pagal pan aur possessiveness k wajase kiya"

"CHUP!" She demanded interrupting me. And pushed me on the bed. And she straggled me by sitting on my lap with her knee either side of my hips And kissed me again forcefully "Ashi, agar tum aise hi karate rahe tho I might loose my control over me" I pulled her behind and said.

"Then loose that control!" I sat numb while she showered hot and hard kisses on my neck.

I'm just a lane away from snapping away and hypnotise myself to her. But I didn't stop her this time. I let her play, let her refill her agony.

Ashi's POV

There was a winter in my childhood where I spent most afternoons after school in the library. One of the books I read there was about the concept of dualism. It's the belief that two opposing forces can exist in harmony. They conflict but also complement each other, like yin and yang.

I don't know why I thought about that now, years later sitting on randeep's lap. Maybe the best way to describe randeep and myself is in the framework of dualism. He and I grew up worlds apart, We have entirely different

When I venture out, I spend too much time worried about what people think of me. I blame myself for not fitting in, but maybe it doesn't matter whether I fit in or not. What's so wrong with standing out anyway?  All the world's innovations happened because someone dared to be different. Our world likes convention. I don't need to like the world – I just need to live in it. 
And hiding from it, is not the way to live.

After our impassioned speeches tonight, it was pathetic that 'I want you' was all I could conjure up. He really hit a nerve there telling the truth before esha and calling me out on my insecurities.

The world has been a lot harsher to me than it has to him. So I don't have as optimistic an outlook as he does. When you get slapped in the face by life so many times, how much more self-confidence can you conjure?  And I get his point, I really do, but I also get mine. He shouldn't have done this with my career and I'm glad he apologized for it. Also a lost and little part of me is happy that he has done this out of possessiveness.