Fateful Trysts

"You can't have this." I whisper out with a shaky voice. Damn you brains, get my voice straight this instant.

He stares into my eyes with a burning glare, his hands strong against the wall behind me. He inches closer and my legs turn weaker by the minute.
My breath hitches in my throat and my eyes close involuntarily.
I feel his intoxicating fragrance envelope me and a warm breath against my earlobe.
Fyck, he's so close.

"Watch me." he whispers, husky, deep, confident. Everything my voice is not.

"I am not a trophy, Ahaan." I state clearly, not showing just how much I'm affected.

"Don't you dare call yourself that again." He pushes further into me and I clutch his shirt tighter in my fist.

I open my eyes and I see so much emotion in his, that it scares me. My eyes turn blurry and I'm so irritated. I don't to want to cry, goddammit I'm supposed to be angry.

"You need to leave befo-"

"Shut up."

My words die in my throat.
I push against his chest trying to get him away. I hit it continuously, but he doesn't budge. I pour all of my strength into my arms, shoving them against him, when in reality, I don't really want him to move.

"You got to mean it, Sana."

I pause and look up, and he looks at me like I'm... enough. And it almost breaks me into surrendering.

He moves closer, bringing his face closer, ever so slow, tempting. My heartbeat pumps in my ears and in that moment, I want nothing other than him. He brushes his lips lightly against mine, almost taunting me for what I'm missing on. I'm gonna kill him.

"Yes, or no, Sana?"

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Bold and beautiful Sana has romanticised romance ever since. Fiery, independent, faithful.

Charming and magnetic Ahaan has all but not what he truly desires. Eye candy, passionate, intense.

Join Sana and Ahaan as their fateful tryst ufolds amidst fun, friendships and love.