Bad boy meets a Good girl and both fell in love? Ahh too typical.... What if Bad girl meets a Good boy, and is swooning over him.... She wants just a good fuck, or a night stand with him may be? But he is not at all interested.... But it just takes an eyelock for him to know, that her heart and her life needs to get fixed.... An odd sense of attachment, drags a business tycoon Mahir Sehgal in the live of an event planner Bela Sharma.... And his life becomes hell, only when he got to know he is getting attached this clingy and toxic girl.... Attachment kills but may be they survive it? A story of a broken heart, three lives, expectations and attachments, and love.... "Fix You"
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"Just wait a second miss, I guess I can do something.", He said and forwarded his hand up, still kneeling down when I gave him a safety pin to fix it. While this, my eyes travelled to his muscular toned back which is clearly visible in his perfectly fitted T-Shirt. Hot. I wish I could see his face too but can't help it since he is kneeling down.
"Fixed it. See if you can walk properly now.", He said finally looking up, when I saw his face.
"My god! Fuck me to tears please!", I exclaimed with heart beating erratically just by looking at him. Is he a Greek god or what?
"Sorry?", He narrowed his eyes at me, while getting up and standing in front of me.
"Don't be. Just fuck me hard and to tears.", I said giving a seductive look which generally works for every heterosexual man.
"Excuse me miss. I was just being nice, by helping you. And unfortunately, I don't do meaningless sex. So please, I would like to take your leave.", He said with an amused smirk on his face while his eyes said the opposite since he was checking me out. But his voice, god can it get even sexier? And the confidence, I love it.
"Just the opposite in my case baby. I don't do meaningful sex. So yeah, thank you for your help and it was nice to meet you.",I smiled at him.
The rain fell in sheets, brutal and blinding. Mahira turned the corner and froze-he was already there, blocking her path like always.
"What the hell do you want?" she snapped.
"You left in the middle of a war."
"We've *always* been in the middle of a war."
"That didn't stop you before."
"And yet," she said, "you followed me."
"I should've stayed away."
"Then why didn't you?"
Silence. Then he moved-one hand at her waist, the other cradling her jaw-and kissed her.
**Their kiss was fierce, desperate, and all-consuming.**
It was as if they were trying to escape the darkness that surrounded them, to lose themselves in each other's embrace.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrumming rain and the pounding of their hearts.
She clutched his shirt, kissing him back with equal fury. His lips moved like he hated how much he wanted her.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless, he whispered, "Tell me this means nothing. Lie to me."
Her voice trembled. "This changes nothing."
He almost laughed. "You're a terrible liar."
She shoved him. "And you're still the last man I'd ever fall for."
She turned and walked into the storm, heart racing.
Behind her, he didn't follow.
But she could still feel him-on her lips, in her breath, under her skin.
And it terrified her.
#Hanya🎀