For a minute, Raj couldn't respond. The relief was too great, after four long years of guilt and misery, he had finally accomplished his mission. And here in his arms, the sister of his dead friend was crying. He wished he could simply comfort her, but he knew that he shouldn't. There were so many things he shouldn't do when it came to Naina. The matter should have been simple, but he knew what the truth was. Once he put his arms around her, how would he ever be able to let go?
But Naina's sobs were becoming worse. In one moment, four years of pain and sorrow had poured out of her heart. She clutched at Raj as if she would drown if she let go of him, her tears were soaking into his shirt. Finally Raj couldn't take it anymore, principles be damned, he couldn't let her cry like this without comforting her.
Wrapping one arm around her back protectively, he used the other to press her head closer to his chest. Guiding her into the other room, gently he got her to sit down on the bed with him, knowing that she couldn't keep crying in this manner and still stand for a long time.
"Shhhh, Naina." He told her soothingly, stroking her hair. "Everything is alright now, Navin's honour has been returned to him. There's nothing to cry about anymore, Naina."
She tried to speak, but couldn't get the words out past her sobs. Instead she kept crying onto his chest, while he kept comforting her. She didn't notice when it was that the only sound she could hear anymore was the thumping of his heart where she rested her head. He didn't notice when it was that his arm tightened around her, or when the hand that had been stroking her hair slid down to rest on her shoulder.
Suddenly Naina looked up at him and their gazes met. Her eyes were still moist, but now there was a sense of purpose in her them, as if all of her confusion had melted away along with the tears. Slowly, gently, Naina raised a hand to caress his face. As her fingers traced a path from his cheek to his chin, Raj closed his eyes and tried to control the beating of his heart. His mind was screaming at him to stop this right now before it went too far, but his emotions were telling him something completely different. As Naina's fingers reached his jaw, they slid effortlessly behind his neck to rest there.
The motion was too much for Raj to endure any more, not when she was sitting so close to him, touching him in this way. Taking his right hand off her shoulder, he used it to tilt her head up slightly, even as his left arm snaked around her waist, pressing her even closer to him so that he could feel the warmth of her body through his clothing.
It took less than one second for him to lose any trace of reason or logic. All arguments against what he was doing flew out of his head. Perhaps later he could blame his actions on a lack of sleep or on the slight fever he'd had since the day before yesterday. But right now all he knew was that he wanted Naina Singh Ahluwlia, and he had never wanted anything in his whole life as much as he wanted her right now.
It took less than a second to close the distance between them, and his lips met hers, softly brushing against them. He leaned his forehead against hers, and sighed deeply, as if exhaling all his worries in one breath. Naina's eyes were closed, and one solitary tear slid down her cheek. Seeing it, Raj began to think that he'd made a mistake and started to move away, only to be stopped by Naina's hand on the back of her neck. Slowly she opened her eyes again, and the expression in them was one of such unquestioning trust, that it completely bowled Raj over.
"Naina, I…" he whispered, but she held up a hand to silence him.
Silently, she placed a hand over his heart, feeling it beat erratically beneath her fingers. Then slowly she tilted her head up until her lips met his, kissing him with only the slightest of pressures.
Taking her action for consent, Raj placed his hand over hers, entwining their fingers. Then, moving one hand to behind her head so it entangled with her hair, he deepened the kiss. Her lips tasted like the juice she'd just drunk, and the taste of them was intoxicating.
He could tell that Naina was in no way experienced in these matters, although it wasn't as if he was that far ahead of her in that respect. Her kisses were all the sweeter for their fumbling uncertainty, he wanted to teach her everything that she would ever need to know.
Teach her…
Something was trying to enter the fog that was clouding his mind, but the feel of Naina's lips beneath his, of her hair under his fingers, of the way their legs had entangled, was driving it all out of his head.
There was a reason why he shouldn't be doing this, he knew there was…
It was the academy bell which reminded him of what it was.
There, sitting on his bed, with her eyes wide, her hair ruffled by his fingers, and her uniform slightly askew was Naina Singh Ahluwalia. His friend's sister. His protg. His student.
He had gone way too far.
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