His hands, hands that she was trying so hard to protect, were on her shoulders, locking around them in a gentle grip.
The pressure on her shoulder was gone and then it was back again, his palms pressing against her aching shoulders, moving in a slow, calming manner.
She couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped her mouth as his hands worked against her tense muscles, easing the pain and the tension in both her body and mind.
"Oooh." she bit hard on her lip to supress her moan.
His palms were now against her back.
Gentle pressure was being applied to her back, easing her stiff posture, making her eyes close with satisfaction. He continued to do the same, increasing and decreasing the pressure against her skin, trying to make her relax. A soft hum escaped her lips and he chuckled, moving his hands around her waist to pull her back against him. Her back gently hit his chest and she let out a soft gasp.
"Relax." his whisper against her ear made her body go slack against his and he moved his hands to her waist. Her small hands came to touch his hands and he let go of her waist to take each of her hands in his own.
Interwining his fingers with hers, Parth held her cold hands and sighed.
Silence enveloped them, stifling the moment and she ached to turn around and look at his face, but his hands were holding hers and she didn't have the strength to breakaway.
So she spoke.
"What's wrong Parth?"
"I am" his reply made her frown.
"Oh, god. Stop okay! I don't like it when you go into dukhi aatma mode." she titled her head back to look into his eyes.
Pain, longing, anxiety.
It hit her like a wave and she gasped.
"Parth.."
Nothing.
"Say something Parth"
He just titled his own face away, his grip on her hands loosening.
"Please talk to me Parth."
"I'm sorry. I'm Sorry Vidushi..." his hands were holding her waist again, grip tightening to an almost painful one.
"Ouch!" she whimpered and he immediatly let go of her as if she had burnt his hands.
"Damn. F##k. I didn't mean to hurt you, I never meant to." Parth's voice broke and he moved away, leaving her sitting on the cold floor.
"Wait." she got up and clutched his arm. "You didn't hurt me. But if you walk away now, you will"
And with that, she found herself enclosed in his arms, his hands clutching at her waist, his nose burrowing into her hair, mouth pressed against her neck. She could feel him mumbling something against her skin but his voice was too soft for her to hear. Her arms invouluntary traced his shoulders and taking a deep breath, she put them around his neck to pull herself closer still.
"I will never walk away ever." he swore, heat brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck.
"I don't want you to walk away Parth." she confessed, hiding her face in his chest.
"Good, because I never want to let go. I can't lose you, you are all I have here." he kissed the top of her head.
"But you have your friends." she pointed out.
"So do you" his mouth twisted as he remembered Vihaan and how close Vidushi looked with that biker.
"They will be your friends too Parth." she ran her hands through his hair "Just...loosen up a bit."
"How can I? When he knows more about me than I do." Parth mumbled, his insecurities resurfacing.
"It's years of friendship Parth." she soothed him, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
"I want to know more Vidushi. I want to know what makes you smile" he let go of her waist to cup her cheeks "I want to know what you love, I want to know what you hate like hell, I want to know how to cheer you up. I want to know what I should never do" he sighed, his hot breath fanning her face.
"So, now you want to play twenty questions?' she smiled, pulling him closer "Because if you get to ask questions then so do I."
"Fair enough " Parth chuckled.
They walked out of the room and Parth picked up his discarded bag.
He lead her over to the stairs and they sat down, her shoulder touching his.
"So..what do you want to know?" she played with a loose thread of her hoody nervously and chuckled.
"Everything." he shook his head "But first, who are you Vidushi?"
"What do you mean?" she looked up at him in confusion
"Who are you Vidushi? Mean and vicious as you behave here or the cheerful, carefree person I saw you with Vihaan." Parth frowned.
"Are you jealous of Vihaan?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Yes ofcourse I am, you spent the whole bloody day with him." Parth whispered, lowering his eyes.
Vidushi just couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips " You were jealous...Oh god, I should have called him over earlier.."
"It's not funny." Parth took her hand in his "Stop laughing."
"I never thought you would be the jealous type..I mean, you were such a sweet boy" she grinned, remembering how harmless and cute he had seemed, and her liking for cute, gentle chocolate boys had drawn her towards him.
But then, there had been many layers to him, he wasn't as simple as he seemed. He was a hibernating volcano, not a gentle candle, and he had only intrigued her farther instead of scaring her away.
" I am a very jealous man" he sighed "But then, you are a possessive one too, aren't you?" he smirked.
"I don't think sharing is caring" she confessed
"I don't like to share either. So call me selfish if I decide to keep you all to myself." Parth kissed her ear.
"Don't bore me and I won't mind you keeping me" she cupped his cheek, feeling her soft skin assulted by his stubble. She smiled, rubbing her palm against his cheek. "I like your stubble, you look more like a man than a boy"
"Glad to know you like it." he took a lock of her long hair and twirled it gently around his finger. "I love it when you leave your hair open."
"Not that I don't like you complimenting me, but weren't we supposed to ask relevant questions and not just sweet talk?" she batted her eyelashes teasingly at him, making him chuckle.
"Right, so uh.." he fumbled for words "What's your Favourite colour?" he finally burst out, saying the first thing that came into his mind.
She shook her head, a smile playing on her face.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Asking your favourite colour is not a crime is it?" he frowned at her, making her smile wider.
"Nothing, it's just such a typical question. Not what I expected of you" she laid a reassuring hand on his arm.
"So what did you expect of me?" he moved in closer, so that their noses touched and they could feel the warmth of the other's breath against their own skin.
"I don't know. Something deep, philosophical and complicated. Just like you." she gently cupped his face.
"So you think I'm complex. What an irony. You are the complex one. I don't know why you do what you do. And it..drives...me..crazy." he confessed,his breath rapid and urgent "What makes it worse is how you make me want you. What have you done to me?"
"I have not done anything. You have." she whispered back, her eyes closing as he rubbed his nose against her ear.
"Have I? What am I doing right now then?" his husky voice made her shiver in pleasure and he grinned against her neck.
"You are ..." she gasped, feeling his lips against her neck " going to be the end of my sanity"
"You have already ended mine" he nipped at her neck, covering her squeal with his hand.
"Shh.. don't want anyone disturbing us." he whispered, watching her eyes widen in shock and then glaze over in obvious longing.
"Quiet now" he removed his hand only to have her hand over his lips
"My turn" she smirked, trailing her other hand over his exposed neck and clutching the hair at the nape of his neck.
His growl was muffled by her palm and she giggled, winking at him before she placed her mouth on his neck, gently sucking on his Adam's apple.
His muffled groan made her bolder still and she moved her body closer to his. His hands gripped her waist tight in retaliation.
"There. Now you know me better" she removed her hand off his mouth to replace it with her lips. His hands flew to her hair, pulling her head back, attempting to gain control over her but he found his lower lip between her teeth and a warning in her eyes. He let go of her hair and cupped the back of her neck with one hand, resting the other on her waist.
She winked at him again before sucking on his lower lip, making his senses overload with need,the hand cupping her neck trailed lower and under her hoodie and caressed her bare back.
She shivered and let go of his lip, and he took that opportunity to pull her back against him, this time gently running his tongue over her lower lip, asking her for entrance. She shook her head, smirking "Earn it"
"How?" he mumbled, pressing her closer to him, her chest flush against his, his hand under her hoodie.
"Tomorrow. Come with me. No angry, pissed off attitude no matter what happens. Can you do that?" she asked, placing her nose in the crook of his neck.
"Why, what do you have in mind?" he ran his hand through her hair and frowned a little.
"Well, you did arrange a date for me remember? It's my turn now. So we are going on a date tomorrow." she looked up to see his determined face.
"Just you and me?" his voice had a hint of insecurity in it.
"Just you and me." she smiled, feeling lighter as the insecurity in his eyes fade to something happier.
"Good. I want you all to mself for once" his lips meet hers.
They didn't hold anything back, lips against lips, eager to explore, lingering touches and wandering hands, a war of tongues.
She buried her face in his chest with a contented hum, feeling the hard toned muscle under her and smiling. His hands were in her hair, gently playing with it.
"I want to stay like this. Let's just stay here." she confessed, feeling her cheeks redenning.
"I love how bold and frank you are you know. You'll say what's on your mind. Not like other girls. No mind games or guessing." he smiled "I love how aggressive and in control you are, and how you go for what you want."
"See, you do know me a little." she looked up and smiled.
"I want to know more." he kissed her nose and chuckled at her astonished look.
"I want you to know who I am" His lips met hers yet again.
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