LILAC

Bela-Asif took two steps forward then suddenly a guy snuck behind her and threw a plastic snake. She frightened by the contact and immediately swirled around panicking.

Her foot slipped on the marble floor and stumbled back. She was going to fall but the same guy rushed forward quickly, his muscular arms going around her small waist.

He kept her from falling and her hands clutched onto his t-shirt unintentionally.

Her big, kohl adorned eyes met his coffee shiny ones.

Bela's body tensed up finding a man so close to her invading her personal bubble. She immediately pushed him back and shouted at him.

"Enta dhairyam niku?", she managed to utter those words despite the fright that coursed through her nerves.

"What did you say?", he snapped in a loud voice making her startled. Her feet involuntarily moved back, following her move his steps proceeded.

Her eyes widened as she stopped hitting her back against the wall. Jessy tried to reach her but Neil blocked her way.

"Mahir let it be ...see everyone is watching us."

Bela gulped down her saliva as she heard his name. Her eyes stared into his while silently praying for Allah to save her from this satan.

But Mahir inched closer to her while placing his left hand on the wall beside her head.

"What the fuck did you just spoke?", he asked in a slow yet dangerous tone.

His eyes darted to her trembling fingers which clutched the notebooks to her heart tightly and her big eyes clearly showing fear yet she dared to yell at him.

Probably she was the first girl who raised voice on him and it amused him to no end.

"It's T-el-gu.."

"WHAT? Speak in clear language."

"It's Telugu, I was saying how dare you? ", she replied, still fearing and looked down.

She couldn't stand his piercing gaze on her. It's forbidden. He wasn't his family or friend that he can come this closer to her.

South Indian girl and North Indian boy spicy love story. 😉