SidNi FF ~ Our Firsts Chapter 14 updated Page 22 - Page 5

Chapter 9 : Our First Proximity

"thank you so much Siddharth, you don't know how much this means to me" I say smiling through my tears.

"anything for my muffin" he kisses my forehead making me close my eyes, inhaling his manly-ness. "now I'll have to leave, kal miltein" he says shifting so that he sits back in his seat.

"hmm" I nod, sniffling slightly and put the box inside my bag.

"and muffin, no crying" he tells me, "cuz jab bhi tum ro thi ho toh main pehchaan le taun" he winks at me with his now dried up eye, and pokes my nose with his index finger.

I shook my head at him, "bye pretty boy" I smile and turn to the side and that's when I notice the raging pours of rain outside the car.

I'm so getting drenched today. I shove my phone in a the middle zip, making sure that it doesn't gets wet.

Before I step out, his voice again stops me, "wait muffin, do you have an umbrella?" he asks.

I turn to him with an eyebrow raised, "why would I need an umbrella when I wanna play in the rain?" I ask him in a duh tone.

"yeah but..." he hesitates.

"everything good?"

"yeah it's nothing, tum jao, bye" he smiles but it doesn't reaches his eyes.

Nodding I turn and hold the door handle and this time I stop by myself and turn to him again.

"tum kaise jaoge?"

His lips turn up into a smile," kaise jaoge matlab?"

"matlab it's raining"

"toh, i'm with my baby, she'll safeguard me" Baby? As in? Me? He sees my confusion and speaks again, "baby as in my car, kyun tume kya laga, that I considered you my baby?" he asks with an edge to his voice, almost and as if he wanted me to tell an yes. And boy I wanted to tell that yes but of course I don't.

I just slap his arm, and mutter "shut up".

Looking at the front, the rain is pouring and it's actually vigorous, that it might be difficult for him to drive the whole way to his home, and the place is like atleast 30 - 45 minutes away from mine, and with this slowly forming storm, it might actually be very difficult for him to drive at night, when there are many possibilities of thunders and lightnings.

"kya hua muffin? not wanting to leave me? is it me or my hotness?" he smirks.

But I'm still stuck in my thoughts cause only because of my safety he is doing all this, him dropping me in my home and driving late in the nights and then coming back early in the morning driving me to work. He has always stood to solve my problems and I don't? No I would, even though he wouldn't take it as one, I do and before my brain can comprehend what's happening the words exit out my mouth.

"stay here" I say taking him by surprise.

His eyebrows raise up, his mouth parts, "what?"

Just say it Roshni, "please stay here for the night"

"kyun, muffin?" his eyebrows crease together.

He looks so cute.

Roshni, this is not the time you should check him out and drool.

"I..." I try to form words but before I could speaks he beats me.

"I always knew you wanted me by your side at nights and that too with a weather like this, it's awesome to cuddle, you know" he winks at me.

"one track mind" I state slapping his arm making the both of us chuckle, "what I meant was it's raining and this might form into a storm, so stay here na, at my apartment, please, it might not be safe for you to drive back home"

Something flashes through his brown orbs, "you care for me, muffin?"

"of course I do, you're my boss" I lie. Not the caring part but the part on why I care for him. It's because I have feelings for him. Yes feelings and i'm not even going to ignore them saying it's just a crush and it'll wear off soon cause I know it's not true, it's not gonna wear off but instead it just grows each and every second.

God I like this guy!

His smile falls down, "boss? just that?" his voice comes out as a whisper.

"no, a friend, I care for you, my friend" why do I so badly want to add a noun in front of 'friend'? A noun starting with 'b', ending with a 'y' and has a vowel in between it, namely, 'o'.

"a friend?" his lips slowly turning up.

"yeah" I shrug, "I tend to help my friend who is also in some way is my boss and that crack of a guy is MY pretty boy" I don't hesitate when I claim him as mine which makes him grin widely, his eyes light up.

He looks damn adorable.

"so please can you stay the night here?" I ask.

"I'd love to muffin, lekin it's not proper... ek jawaan ladke aur ek jawaan ladki ek kamre main... band... aur woh bhi poori raat..." he speaks, "aur mujhe kya pata tum mera saath kya kya karoge... mujhe meri izzat bachaani hai".

"yeah like main teri izzat ke piche padi hun" I mutter hitting him.

"ouch" he laughs making me to do the same, "but on a serious note, no, you go to your home and I'll go to mine... kya problem hai?"

"problem yeh hai ki it's raining so badly, and I don't want you to get in some danger, meri waja se... I know it's not proper for you to stay with me for the night lekin agar tujhe kuch hoja tha toh, main apne aapko kabhi maaf nahi karpounga.... please Siddharth... mere liye.... please" I voice out making those pleading eyes.

I know it's not correct and he might be uncomfortable but I don't know there this gut feeling in me telling me to stop him from travelling further to his home.

He opens his mouth as if wanting to refuse but when then I pout and give him the puppy dog eyes, he sighs out and chuckles.

"f*ck your cute face, muffin" he pinches my cheek making me pout more, "fine, I'll stay with you for the night, but I need a promise from you, that tum mera fayda nahi utoghi" he declares with a smile on his sweet lips.

"wh- idiot" I slap his arm again, rolling my eyes, my lips break into a smile.

Tonight's gonna be eventful...

**

After parking the car, and dashing into the building, we get into the elevator. I press the button leading to my floor and stood beside him.

Our arms brushed as the doors closed and I held my breath. He is looking super hot in that three piece suit. A white collared shirt clung to his muscular body in a way that shouldn't be legal. I looked up at him for a glimpse but was caught red-handed when I met his piercing brown eyes. I blushed but couldn't take my eyes off him.

Since we were inside the lift, alone, his cologne spread through the air. He smells phenomenal and looks even better. My mouth watered at the sight of him, perhaps I didn't notice how good looking he was this day before during the car ride, but now... mhmm....

I felt my cheeks heat when he kept his gaze on me, not looking away, not even for a second.

"w... what?" I stammer.

"just admiring" he shrugs and that sexiest half-smile formed across his flawless face. I don't know if it is him or the climate which made my tingles shoot up in my body.

I need to get away.

I take a step forward to make a safe distance from him only to trip over my feet. Well the tripping Roshni is back guys.

I braced for the fall but a pair of muscular arms gets wrapped around my waist before my face had time to collide with the tiles.

"careful, muffin" he said softly and I melted under his gaze in his arms. Our eyes locked holding some strong unsaid emotion. He leaned closer and just in time the elevator door opens to my floor.

He straightens me up, making our chests press together. A sharp breath runs through my nostril when our noses touch each other. He lets my waist slowly and just like that I missed his touch.

I tilt my head and step out of the elevator. He follows behind me with a smile on his face, his eyes burning on my back. I walk to my apartment and pick my keys from my bag.

I try to remember if I had left my apartment messy this morning. Today I had shot Bel's morning routine so it must be clean. Fingers crossed.

"and welcome" I hop into my apartment with him having a amusing smile on his face, his hands shoved into his pockets.

I look around only to see my apartment's a complete mess. I blush in embarrassment and he chuckles to it.

"come in" I say when I see he's still standing at the door. He passes me smile before entering my apartment.

As he steps inside I felt slightly vulnerable and conscious of my apartment, muffin wrappers discarded here and there, Bel's toys sitting on the couch, my vlog camera placed on the kitchen counter, and not in it's cupboard, my blue pajamas thrown on the chair and much more.

Why wasn't I a morning person?

"where's your kitten?" he asks.

"uh she's at the neighbors', tum yahin rukko, I'll just be back" he nods.

I leave him in my apartment and step out and only now my dumb brain realises that he is in my home. Siddharth Khurana. A man. A effing hot man. And my freaking crush, a long time one.

Ringing the bell at the front of Bettys', I find her opening the door in a second.

"hey sweetie" her usual chirpy voice greets me, with a kiss on my cheek.

"hi Betty" I greet her back before raising my voice a little, "Bel" I call out for her who comes running only to leap onto me. "hey baby" she wraps my face in her cute paws.

**

After telling my goodnight to Betty I leave with Bel to my apartment only to find him sitting in the couch, using his phone. His blazer folded and sits beside him. He's sitting there in that white crisp shirt, looking handsome as hell.

I shut the door and lock it, with Bel in my hands, which seems to get his attention. His lips turn up when he finds Bel. Shutting his phone down, he places it on the couch before approaching us.

He stands in front of me, and looks at Bel, lovingly. From the way his eyes shine I can tell that he loves kitten and who can't? Kittens are life.

"Bel this is Siddharth, and Siddharth this is Bel" I turn her so that he can see her cute face. Her droopy eyes become wide when she finds him. She has always been like this with strangers. Her facial muscles move, bringing out the serious expression.

"hi Bel" he wishes bringing his hand up to touch her face. Before that he looks at me to which I give him a reassuring nod. Smiling he touches her fur, at first she flinches but after that when he starts to play with her fur she leaps onto his arms taking us both by surprise.

He chuckles before setting her in his masculine arms, he massages her head making her 'meow' cutely, and I so wish I was in Bel's place.

I smile at the sight in front of me, he makes the cutest face when he sees Bel wrap her paw around his finger. God they look so adorable.

"now if you guys excuse me, I'll just be back" I speak up.

He lifts his head up with a wide grin, "who told you to stay here, shoo shoo, give us some privacy" he waves his hand at him.

I roll my eyes, my lips break into a huge smile, they're beyond adorable. Saying this, "make yourself comfortable" I leave them and enter my room.

After taking the quick bathroom break, I return only to see the living room empty.

"Siddharth? Bel?" I call out but there wasn't a response from them. I see that the door leading to Bel's room is wide open and they should be there. After picking my phone, I tiptoe my way to her room only to find him crouched down, kneeling beside her bed, patting her head, her round eyes closing slowly as she leans into his touch. A smile playing on his lips, he admires her.

Without them knowing I take several pictures of that sight. After clearing my throat, he looks at me with smile lingering on his face.

"she's so damn cute" he comments when I go towards the duo and crouch so that i'm in their level.

"I know, that's why I got her" I say pecking her head. I pull up the blanket and she snuggles into it. "I love her so much" I state, my eyes not shifting from her.

"and me?" he murmurs only to stop and facepalm himself.

Whaat?

"excuse me?" I turn to his only to see a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

"uh nothing" he bites his lower lip before getting up.

I check if everything in place for Bel before I step out of the room with him.

"um... do you want to change?" I ask him as I open the fridge, taking a bottle of water. His clothes got wet when we ran the stairs up, I wasn't that drenched up like him, seeing that he was cracking up when he saw me slip slightly.

"excuse me but I don't wear lady's clothes" he laughs making me roll my eyes.

"idiot" I hand him over a glass of ice water as he winks at me, "wait a sec" I tell before running into my room.

"It should be here" I mutter searching the closet. Since the sisters, Cabe and I had started to have sleepovers at my place they have this tendency of leaving spare dresses in here.

Got it.

I take the white hoodie and the grey sweatpants and carry them to the living room. I remember Cabe buying them fresh and he never did use this.

"you can change into this" I place the clothes along with the towel in front of Siddharth who was busy admiring something.

He lifts his eyebrows at me and picks the clothes as he stands up. "whose is this? I thought you said you have no boyfriend?" his voice having an edge.

"this is my friend's, Cabe to be precise, he left it here in a sleepover, don't worry this is brand new, you can use it"

"oh... so you don't have a boyfriend?"

"yep"

"you sure, right?"

"yes, pretty boy" I raise my eyebrows. Why is he asking me the same thing?

"thank god" he mutters. He smiles sheepishly to himself before continuing, "where can I shower?".

I show him my bathroom. Since I was in a rush when I had booked this apartment with the money I had, the apartment came with only a single bedroom which also means a single bath. Bel's room was just a store room, when I got her I changed it into her room. Even though the apartment had few flaws, those flaws were outnumbered by the amazing balcony and picturesque view by the window.

While he is in the bathroom, changing and doing all men things, I run here and there and try to set the mess out. I pick up my pajamas and throw it in the laundry, I shove the muffin wrappers in the bin, I pick up the newspapers, the article, my stationary from my table and shove them to the farthest part of my closet along with the sharpies. My laptop, it's charger, along with my headset and few other things were tangled in my duvet. After setting them on the night stand, I go to the living room which is another mess.

By the time the mess is all cleaned up to a decent level, I sense him standing beside me. Turning my head to look at him, my breath hitches in my throat when he locks his eyes with me. His dark hair looks messy and a bit wet, I assume it's wet from the shower he might have had. His brown eyes were almost glowing. Water droplets ran down his chest. Wait what? His chest?

That's when my mind realizes that he wasn't wearing the t-shirt I gave him. His mouth turns up in an teasing smirk when he sees me gapping at his well build abs. He's wearing those black pants, which hung low on his waist line showing his sexy glory-ness way too much for me too handle. He truly has the best body. His abs blend into his chest and the V vanishes into the pants.

Damn, that V line. I swear that would be the end of me.

He has always been good looking, from the first time i've set my eyes on him for our actually second meeting during the flight in here, he had already captured my attention. Even during the Spanish class I found myself getting lost in his flawless features and now, after he matured enough I still get lost in those chocolate brown eyes.

The mere presence of him, especially shirtless and in my apartment, at night, only the both of us, alone, has me feeling a certain way. And the way his muscle tense when he runs a hand through his wet hair makes my irrational mind imagine all the way he can put those strong manly arms to good use.

Roshni!

His sweet lips twitches up in a wider smirk when he realises that I was gawking at him.

Clearing his throat, he speaks through the smirk, "enjoying the view?" he cocks his brow, taking a step towards me he crosses his arms across his chest making his biceps taut.

Roshni, stop drooling over him!

"..." I open my mouth but no words were came out.

He took another step towards me, with his smirk widening, his lips part, "kya hua, muffin?"

"k..k..kuch nahi" I stammer when he takes another step towards me making me take a step back wards.

"nahi, kuch toh hoga na?" his eyebrows furrow together cutely as he takes another step towards me.

I shake my head, nervously when his hot breath hits my cheek making me close my eyes in a reflex, my tongue wetting my lips wet.

The heat radiating off him makes me clench my thighs together. My lungs urge me to take in a sharp breath when he takes another step towards me so that our fronts our pressed on together.

I press my lips in a thin line and open my eyes only to find his eyes staring at me with a great intensity. I stared back at him. We had this connection from day one and gradually not, rapidly that bond is growing.

One day we were strangers, the next he is at my house for a night stay, with his upper body naked, him showing off his chiseled chest, his eyes locked onto mine as we gaze right into each other's souls. And that went just too deep.

But I can't help it. I could stare at his eyes all day and could never be bored of that chocolate brown orbs.

He caught me off guard when he caged me between his long arms, placing them beside me, on the counter I was leaning into.

He lowered his head to come to my level and then parts his lips, "cat got your tongue?" he cocked his eyebrows at me, again, with his soft lips playing an annoying smirk.

I try to glare at him but fail miserably when he inclines towards me even more and my breath hitched when his mouth was literally one movement away from me.

"c'mon muffin, say something" he spoke but I was busy watching how his lips moved every time words were spilled out. I watched how his tongue licked his lower lip.

Oof dude, that's hot!

I bring my gaze back to him who was still looking passionately at me, with his eyes full of emotion. I bet mine were having the same in them.

"muffin, can I say something?" he whispered his voice hitting a different note. But of course I couldn't reply as I was getting way too dizzy to reply to him because of our proximity.

I closed my eyes wanting to shut all the unwanted feelings arising in me. I could feel his mouth hover over mine, still not touching, increasing the desire pumping through my veins.

"you know what muffin?" he says and I felt his hot breath on my ear and I shivered so badly. One moment I felt his tongue gliding my earlobe, nibbling the shell slightly, an involuntary moan escaped my mouth and a funny feeling erupted in the pit of my stomach, but at the very next moment his chest vibrated as he chuckles, his hot breath hitting on the sensitive spot of my neck. "you're looking so cute in that picture, muffin" he speaks.

I wanted to erase the distance between our lips but when I heard what he had uttered, he pushed himself more into me and pulled away within a second.

My eyes snapped up and I found him smirking at me, with his eyes hooded with desire.

I don't know when but my breath was rapid to the state that i'm panting slightly now. He rakes his eyes down my body, watching it with his teeth clung to his lower lip.

Pretty boy, STOP!

"something's wrong, muffin?" he perks up with a playful smile on his lips.

I open my lips but no words were said, my breath still was going on slightly rapid. I need to calm my f*cking nerves.

"anyways, you look so cute in this" he nods at something, my eyes move down to what he was looking at.

In his hands was a frame, most probably one my childhood picture in it. When I had shifted here, at the start it was very lonely, so I have a bunch, okay only 30 photo frames around the apartment.

"I bet you were adorable kid, back then" he smiles, his eyes shining up. I walk up to him and find the picture where I saw the 3 year old Roshni riding the bicycle down the hill, with her lips formed up in a big grin as she laughed her heart out and her parents were running behind her.

"I was 3 years old" I inform him when I see he was still eyeing my baby self. He caressed my baby face, with a little chuckle of his own.

He looked up, his eyes locking onto mine, "you were damn cute muffin" he comments, his lips turned up in a genuine smile.

"am I not cute now?" my lips form a cute pout as I widen my eyes for that extra effect.

He giggles, before pinching my cheeks, "well you aren't just cute, you're pretty hot" his deep voice answers me, with his brown eye covered up by his eyelid when he winked at me.

A tint of red showcased on my cheeks as he slightly caressed my face, his eyes burning through mine.

"shut up" I mutter and swat his hand away making the both of us laugh for a second.

My eyes again move to his torso which was still very much naked, radiating heat. He followed my gaze and smirked at me.

In my peripheral vision I see him part his lips and my brain realizes that I've again been staring at him and now he is gonna make another comment which will obviously make me blush.

So I beat it to him, "where's your shirt?" I ask suddenly getting interested on the wall art behind him.

I could see his smirk on his lips, "kyun, don't like this view?" his muscles flexes when he brought his hands behind his head, his eyes zealously looking into mine when I made the mistake of looking at him. He had kept my frame on the counter next to him.

It's taking everything in me to stop myself from launching onto him, I swear I have never ever felt like this to the opposite gender. I never felt this vulnerable but he brings out this side of me.

But I can't let him win, I'm Roshni Patel, and I don't let men take over me.

I move towards Siddharth, his eyes moving, locking with my now swaying hips. The dress hugged me perfectly and since I was slightly drenched, it just accentuated my curves.

I saw his jaw clench together tightly. He moved his eyes to my face.

Wrong move baby. I think biting my lower lip, very I mean very sexually.

I hear him mutter "f**k" underneath his breath as I stand right in front of him. He looks at anything but me so I circle my arms around his neck making our fronts pressed together.

His eyes bore into mine, his iris hooded with desire. I felt his hands rest on my hip. The skin beneath my clothes burn as he pulls me closer to him.

I am terribly wrong if I don't admit that we are attracted to each other. From the first moment until now, he has always caught my eyes. Not only his hot features but also his character. It made me fall for him and I'm not intending on getting up.

My face inches with his, my lips lined in with his, only a few thousand air particles hanging between us, amidst all the sexual tension.

His long finger drawing small circles on my back, my fingertips became familiar with his hair, which is just like how I imagined it to be. Soft and smooth. Just in the perfect proportions to catch on when we make out.

Wait, what?!

Roshni, I swear i'm gonna kill you. You should make him lost in you not the other way around.

I take in a sharp breath when he leans in closer to me and I caress his nape making his grip on my loosen a bit. His lips part, he exhales making his breath directly hit on my lips. If I move just a centimeter, our lips would meet.

And I moved...

Wow great going

Our girl is getting a little too affected by his hotness. He even managed to make friends with bel so quick.

Chapter 10 : Our First Almost Kiss

I felt my heart jump when his soft skin came in contact with mine, as he touched my waist. Gulping down subtly I try to not show how much I am affected by him.

His hair fell in light strands, over his eyes, complementing his beautiful lashes and chocolate brown eyes, those one that stared at me with a great intensity.

I take in a sharp breath when he leans in closer to me and I caress his nape making his grip on me loosen a bit. His lips part, he exhales making his hot breath directly hit on my lips.

If I move just a centimeter, our lips would meet.

And I moved, but sadly not towards him or his soft lips, instead I pushed him away from me, by placing my palm on his chest and gave him a nice shove. I don't know why I did that fierce-fully but I know i'm starting to loose control.

He looks at me with a different emotion plastered on his face and he looks like he is in hurt, cause I rejected his kiss... but why do I also feel it?

The vagueness when I stepped out of his arms took over me. I suddenly miss the warmth his chest was giving off. And I don't know why, but I miss it so much that I start to feel bad that I didn't kiss him.

Roshni Patel, read this: YOU ARE SO DONE!

What is wrong with you Roshni? You shouldn't feel like this, you have never felt like THIS! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

My conscious adds, making me consider it all. When ever men had approached I'd do this, seduce a little but NO I won't go this far, I maintain my distance but YES I do seduce them but only to leave them hanging cause I know those freaks deserve only that.

But with Siddharth, I feel different. When I stepped away I felt or I am feeling what he is going through. I feel... hurt slightly... that our lips didn't touch... is that it or...

God my mind is scattered over all the place now. I look up at him who was staring blankly at the floor. He bit his lower lip, one of his hand shoved into the pocket and the other rubbing his nape, something he does whenever he is nervous.

Shit, because of me and my idiotic mind the air is filled in with awkwardness. More than awkwardness I would think that it was filled with tension, tension because words weren't spoken or sexual tension, was it the former or the latter?

His chest heaved up and down as he breathed in deeply, his eyes still locked onto the floor. His long fingers tugged onto his hair, he looked like he is deep in thoughts. Even though he looks hurt, I can't deny the fact that when he ran his hand through his soft locks, that action, that was hot!

Roshni, get a control over your thoughts.

I cough causing his head to lift up slightly, those chocolate brown eyes glance at mine before looking away. A few minutes back those eyes were intense, even now they are, but it's a whole different story now.

I found affection before and now I found sadness and... hurt.

I feel that I have to break the tension and I do by saying, "excuse me" I move past him, his side slightly brushing with mine.

After taking a few steps, I turn back to find him in the same spot his head hanging low. I bite my lip, thinking on what should I do to make him change his demeanor. My eyes find the white hoodie sitting on the couch, I pick it up and turn towards him again.

"Siddharth" I called out and he slowly lifted his head up, his heated up gaze hitting on me, "put on the shirt" I throw the hoodie towards him who caught it with one hand.

Show off.

He assesses the material in his hand, muttering, "I probably should, tume kya?" he scoffed before continuing, "why should I waste this for you?" he speaks gesturing his hot body, "You didn't even like it" he spoke lowering his voice but unfortunately I heard it and I recognized that he tone voiced out playfulness with a pinch of hurt.

So I proceeded with the reply, "excuse me" I fold my arms against my chest. He looks at me, with his abs still on the show, "even though I may or may not had enjoyed the show, you still should wear the hoodie, agar bukaar hogaiya toh, main toh tume nahi dhekungi, pretty boy"

His eyes lit up slightly, his lips turning into a small smile when he hears his nickname. Seeing that smile, my lips form into a smile. He yanks the hoodie over his head with the smile still there.

"make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in 10" I say before hopping into my room.

**

I check myself on the mirror before exiting the room. My pink fluffy pajamas hang loosely on my body, just the way I like it. Shoving the hair tie into the drawer I let my hair free, which hits my bottom. I really do have a long hair and soon i'm gonna need a hair cut.

Closing the door behind me, I enter the living room. I find him sitting on the couch, with his eyes locked onto something on his phone. But something about him was different. His shoulders were slouched down, his eyes weren't lit up, he bit his lower lip once in a while.

I feel responsible to the change of his behaviour by idiotic actions which had put him in the position where he thought I rejected his kiss, truth to be told I wanted to accept it whole heartedly but something stopped me. And I don't know what that something is.

I clear my throat making him turn towards me. His eyes look at me before having a once over on my outfit. A small smile makes it's way to his lips as he watches my dress. He shakes his head to himself, his smile slightly becoming wider before he returned to look at his phone.

His behaviour didn't change so I think on what should I do to make him go back to his bubbly self.

Apologize and crack jokes.

Yep. Apologize.

I hop on the couch leaving a comfortable distance between the both. He lifts his head from the phone but doesn't gives a glance at me before going back to his device.

I sit there awkwardly not knowing what to do. Even though I wanted to apologize he didn't even acknowledge me sitting beside him.

Is he mad?

Of course he'd be mad, you rejected his kiss!

I play with the fluffy material around my wrist and pick my phone from my pocket. I need to apologize to him but I have to organize myself. And I plan on organizing my thoughts by opening my getaway app, Instagram.

After liking a few posts, watching a few status of my friends, I hop onto the DM section and get surprised when I see him online. The green circle under his display picture shines.

I bit my lower lip thinking on what should I do now.

Hmm may that would cheer him up.

I click on his name and the screen gets filled by our chats from the morning. I giggle to myself when I think how my life has changed. We have gotten way too closer, almost as if we are best friends. I mean atleast I feel that bond with him. I feel that comfort with him. I feel safe with him.

And I don't know if feels the same way...

Certainly, he feels the same way Roshni, that's why he wanted to kiss you, that's why he feels rejected when you pushed him away.

My sub conscious adds.

Does he?

Well I really don't think so cause if he has feelings for me then he would have made a move.

Didn't he tryna kiss you? Doesn't that count as a move?

I really hate the timing of my sub conscious thoughts. And it's not true, he didn't try to kiss me, it was me.

I initiated the kiss. I was the one who tried to seduce him and make him fall, why? Cause i'm an f**ked up bitch, who doesn't think about the other's feelings.

Yes, whenever men try to flirt with me, I flirt back, I seduce them but I always stay in my limits and after shoving them away or rejecting their sexual proceedings, I continue my work.

But now I feel different.

With Siddharth I had actually a bit over done my usual act. If I had not shoved him away, I don't know on what position we'd be right now, as i'm cent percent sure, we wouldn't have stopped with that kiss, we would be doing something rated 18+ for sure.

From the first meeting we've had this sexual tension and now it has started to grow on our emotions too. And when I was comforted by him during my attack, I actually felt what protection from your favorite one would be like. It was like going back in time when my family would comfort me. I felt loved.

And as time went, when we formed that bond of friendship, I tried so much to shut my 'feelings' for him, but I just couldn't.

Each and every time I see him, I can't help it but fall for the gentleman he is. He is so freaking selfless and that's a rare quality. I'm so lucky to have found him.

If I did not, I don't know if I'd be this happy now.

I smile at my thoughts, my fingers absentmindedly clicking on one of his posts. And I don't even remember when I had opened his profile.

Pink lips turned up in a smile as the chocolate brown eyes look at me through the screen. This is one of his recent posts where I was the photographer. I laugh internally at that memory. I swear it took us one freaking whole hour to get a picture.

He is this perfectionist who is not satisfied with the very first outcome, but hey he gets convinced with the very first picture, if and only if he doesn't likes the 100th one. He is, just, how do I say this, adorable.

Yep adorable. When he gets pleased with a picture, you should see how his eyes would glow up, his lips turn up wide in a grin. From the outside he is this tough, yet caring hot CEO of a jet rocketing company but on the inside, he is very much still the 10 year old boy who gets into serious euphoria if his crush waves at him.

Nevertheless, he is this gentleman and a kid at his heart, a pure clean heart which only needs to be loved and I idiotically slightly broke it due to my crazy antics.

A 'ping' notification goes up on my phone pulling me out of my thoughts. My eyebrows crease together when I see his name lingering on the notification panel.

I turn to look at Siddharth, who still had his sight set on his phone but his eyes showcased mischievousness. I turn back to my phone and click on the notification.

The app gets redirected onto our DMs where I find his message. My lips open in shock when I see what he had messaged. My eyes widen a little bit when I read his caption to the picture he has sent. I feel his gaze on me when I look into my phone.

I spin my head a 90 degrees to find his eyes set on me. My eyes lock with his which was filled with playful glee, I raise my eyebrows and try to verbalize something but nothing comes out. His lips raise up in a wide smile when he sees me out of words.

I look at his message again and I couldn't help but my lips break into a smile when I re-read his message.

What message you ask? Well he has sent a candid picture of me staring at his picture with a smile on my face. Seriously Roshni, were you smiling when thinking about him?

You're falling so hard gurl.

Thanks for the reminder, my dear sub conscious brain, I add to my thoughts.

I really was...? I wouldn't have known that my lips had broken into a smile when I was looking at his picture, if he had not taken that photo of me. And his caption read: "aur phir tum kehti ho ki you don't enjoy my hot looks" with a rolling eyes emoji and a wink one.

I turn again to look at him who still has his smile in place. His eyes bore into mine as I stare him back. My sub conscious mind acknowledges that his fingers were moving touching his phone and he might be sending-

The 'ping' notification goes off again making me bring my phone to the level of my eyes. My eyes narrow as my lips form a smile when I see his name. Not wanting to look back at him when he is still gazing at me, I read his message.

Siddharth Khurana

I would have told that cheesy line, 'take a picture, it lasts longer' but baby you've got tons of them and you still don't get enough of my good looks. Am I that hot?

Ooh he had me at 'baby'

I hate my subconscious brain. Now going back to the message.

Say what now? Well yes, dude he is HOT! And every time I see him, I find a new feature in his chiseled body, making me grow hot and wet for him. I look at him to glare as he shifts a bit near me but only get a wink in return making me blush.

Shaking my head at his actions, I turn away from him by 180 degrees so that my back is facing him. I head onto my gallery to find a particular file on my mind to tease him back. If we're playing this game, it should be fair.

Ah yes! I found it.

I attach the video of him staring at me when I was in one of my shoots, one of his employees was speaking to him but he has set his focus on a special thing, well person and that's me.

I smile when I see in the screen, at him as he coughs wiping his face with his hands as he changes his dazzled look to a confused one. His assistant and few others looking at him weirdly. God, if he was here he would have surely used this sentence, "dude Rosh, this guy's totally whipped on you".

I chuckle at that thought and send the video to the guy sitting behind me, his eyes burning onto my back. Now his phone goes off in a notification.

I type in my reply.

Me

Well it looks like you've not got enough of my looks.

I hear him cough behind making me giggle. He nudges my back with his elbow but i don't turn. Sensing the game we're in, I hear his fingers typing away something as he shifts in his seat.

Siddharth Khurana

How did you get this video?

Me

It doesn't matter how I got it, the only matter is the events playing in the video. God, you looked so flustered.

I turn the brightness of my phone to the least level and I see him through the dark screen. I find him smiling at him phone, his fingers rubbing the back of him nape and his other fingers typing and deleting something he has typed in.

I smile at that sight and increase the brightness just in time as he lifts his head in my direction.

Siddharth Khurana

Well you can't blame me for not getting lost in you when you looked super hot in that red gown.

Me

Haw, that means you're trying to say that i'm not hot in my other styles?

After adding the innocent face emoji, the text is sent. I hear his deep chuckles as I assume he has read the message.

Siddharth Khurana

No, I didn't mean that, what I meant to say was, you're hot 24/7 muffin, that it makes it so hard for me to not to stare at you all day long and trust me I'd prefer that over anything.

I...

Me

Won't you get bored?

Siddharth Khurana

nope

Me

kyun?

Siddharth Khurana

hmm kyun, toh tum hi batao, if there's a person whom you love, how can't you look at him or her all day? like Bel, you love her right, you don't get bored by watching her play with her cute paws on the ball of yarn, do you?

My heart softened at that message. Two things, one he is said the truth about Bel, I can watch her snuggle into my comforter looking so comfortable and I won't get tired of her. And second, did he- did he confess that- Does he feel the same way? Lo-

No Roshni, you aren't going there.

My lips form the widest grin when his next reply turns in.

Siddharth Khurana

and why do you ask like that, muffin? believe it or not, you are beautiful. One of the most beautiful girl in this world. I don't what I'll do if you are not in my zindagi, dost hi sahi, par woh chalega. Tu jaanti hai main bohot lucky hun, kyunki tu hai na meri zindagi main. I'm so blessed that you're in my life. So thank you for that, muffin, meri muffin, sirf meri.

I read his messages again and again and feel my heart going in an override. That's the sweetest thing anyone have said to me.

I don't take control of my actions and before I knew it, I turn around and jump into his arms taking him by surprise.

I feel his muscles under my touch as I hide my head on his chest. I inhale his cologne making me grin widely. His muscles tense up as I snuggle to him and I could tell he is shocked.

I giggle slightly thinking that the CEO of The Khurana Enterprises is not able to reciprocate a hug from a girl, who by the way is the model working for him.

Almost able to hear my thoughts, he lets out a chuckle and wraps me up in his arms, sharing his warmth with me.

His manly arms are wrapped around my small figure making me look like a baby.

I smile through the hug as we sit in each other's arms.

I didn't know what it'd feel like to be in one's arms in this weather until now. It just feels so, you know, magical.

And I still can't beleive that one is none other than my freaking crush! Siddharth Khurana, my Siddharth, my pretty boy, my chicu travieso, mine. I laugh at that fact silently.

Hmm, I love this you know.

Us, wrapped in each other's arms, me snuggling into his muscular chest, him inhaling the fragrance of my long black hair, his fingers drawing assuring circles on my waist, in my comfy couch, with the rain pouring outside which is crystal clear when seen through my window which is again in just in front of us. Under my roof, my apartment which I had bought, in freaking Paris, the freaking city of Love!

Isn't this my dream come true?

"thank you Siddharth" I mumble inhaling deeply.

"my pleasure muffin" he chuckles and answers, tightening his hold on me, placing a kiss on my hair.

"and..." I slowly get up and lift me head to lock my eyes with a pair of alluring ones. "i'm sorry" I apologize looking straight into his orbs, "it was all my fault and..." I trail of when he cups one of my cheek.

"no muffin" he shakes his head as his thumb rub against my skin, sending various shivers down my spine. "woh meri galti hai, I shouldn't gave walked in like that... I know it was...inappropriate... I was just trying to tease you... but pata nahi..." his face was filled with regret and that made me to feel guilty.

"no Siddharth" I argue sitting up, "it was all me... I didn't want to, I mean I did... no I didn't... I mean I did want to... urgh shit" I slap my forehead for being so blunt, "i'm sorry, i'm really sorry pretty boy" I hold my ears cause I actually feel guilty.

"no muffin, it was my fault" he removes my fingers from my ears and holds it, his eyes locked onto mine. "I really didn't have that intention... I was... main sirf tujhe tease karna chahtata... lekin-" he stops as I cut him off.

"no Siddharth, main bol rahi hun na woh meri galti thi... I shouldn't... main na aise hun... pagal jaise"

"haan woh toh sahi hai" he comments giggling making me glare at him before my lips break into a wide smile to see his eyes lighting up.

"idiot" I say and look at our intertwined hands, we literally fit perfect together. His long fingers cover my short ones. "lekin i'm really sorry Siddharth, it was my fau-" and now he cuts me off.

"Roshni main kitni baar bolun, it's not your fault meri galti hai woh"

"no it was my fault I shou-"

"no Roshni, woh meri galti hai"

"no Siddharth woh meri galti thi, I shouldn't have..." I trail off again as I don't know what word should I use.

I shouldn't have what? Seduced you? Made you turn on? Leave you hanging like that after rejecting your kiss? I shouldn't have WHAT?!

Roshni, from when did you get so... different?

Roshni Patel isn't the one who gets hurt when she hurts men, she isn't the one who is put in a situation and doesn't has words to speak. But indeed she is the confident girl who can reject a 20 creeps and always shows them what's their positions, she is the one who has her way with words.

God, what's going on wrong with me?

Seeing my silence I see him part his lips as he speaks, "you shouldn't have what?" he cocks his brow at me, his lips forming a slow smirk.

I separate my lips but couldn't verbalize my thoughts. He nods his head in a mocking manner like he's waiting for what I'd come up with.

"kuch toh bolo" he utters.

"um... I...."

"you?" he brings our intertwined hand in front of us so that it's leveled with his lips.

"I..." I bite my lower lip when he brushes lip on the back of my palm sending shivers down my spine. I don't why but it just did. That act was so genuine and, ignore me if i'm being dramatic, but it was slightly intimate as his eyes were locked on with mine.

When he gave me the bracelet, his eyes were filled with concern and then playfulness, after that they had that mischievous glint in them. And then during 'that' incident where I... never mind, during that incident his eyes were hooded with lust and desire and now I see they've returned back as we hold the long eye contact.

"kya hua muffin?" he leans in slowly pulling our hands away from us which makes me move towards him. I see his lips moving but unfortunately the 'pervert' in me watches his every movement, not at all hearing what they are speaking.

Something about the way he parts his rosy lips and exhales as he dries his lower lip wet makes me intrigued of his lips on mine-

You're officially lost! You could have experienced that 15 minutes back if you didn't back away, stupid!

My subconscious mind scolds me. As the internal argument starts with my heart and my brain, I watch how his lips pull up in a corner forming that perfect smirk.

I have my eyes set on his lips and his eyes, well I know it would be filled with a teasing glint as he looks at me. We both lean in simultaneously, my lips part as I exhale out of nervousness... and well his lips have not returned from that smirk.

Are we really gonna do this again?

Well bitch do not back out!

I ignore my thoughts as his breath hits my lips as we our an inch closer. I don't know when but one of his arm had been snaked onto my waist holding me closer to him, repeating the moments he did 15 minutes ago.

And I repeat DO NOT PUSH HIM AWAY!

I close my eyes shut as I try to ignore that butterfly feeling on my stomach.

Yo butterflies, don't you have a sleep time?!

Clenching my thighs, I lean into his touch, as he slowly places a kiss on my cheek. His breath hits on my lips again as he shifts from kissing one cheek to the other.

Okay so this is happening again, right?

Do I really wanna kiss him? Will things change between us if we did? Will I lose a friend? Will I loose him?

And again lose those irrational questions poured in my mind but were pushed to a corner when I felt his cold finger stroke my lower lip.

And just like that I let my self control go away. I leaned towards him as he removed his finger. I had closed my eyes but I knew his lips were hovering mine.

His breath sent me shivers down my spine. His fingers were placed on my neck, drawing slow circles, if only that didn't increase the desire pumping through my veins.

I waited for that moment, the moment my heart will skip a beat when his lips brush mine, but unfortunately it didn't happen. Not wanting to open my eyes I wait, while thinking of his lips.

I bet it's soft in texture and sweet in taste. I think on how his lips would move against mine in a slow speed at first, then it would change into a passionate one when desires grow on us.

I still wait but there's no sign of his lips on mine. What if even he is closing his eyes? Which lead to him not knowing where my lips were?

Roshni, he is not a kid!

Yeah but he still hasn't kissed me. So I lean in forward and pout my lips slightly. But even then there is nothing.

Slowly I open my right eye wanting to peek if he was gonna kiss me or not. But what I didn't expect was him sitting with a smirk placed on his face as he looked at me.

Both my eyes snapped open to find him widening his smirk. If only I could wipe the smirk out of his handsome face.

His arms were crossed against his chest, somewhere in between his sweet torture he had retracted his hands off me and now mine rested on his chest.

I took my hands back as my lips parted. My eyes bore into his which was filled with a playful glint.

That idiot!

He struggles to stifle a chuckle by pressing his lips together making me send a glare at him.

He tries to return a shrug to me but fails as he lets a small chuckle out making my glare lighten on him.

God, he's cute.

"don't!" I warn with my lips forming a smile on its own, when that chuckle grew into a snicker.

"..." he tries to speak but fails miserably... "Oh my god! muffin!" he bursts into laughter.

I had my fair share of seeing him chuckle or even giggle at the effect of him on me, but I have never seen him laugh so hard, with his face lit up and his chocolate brown eyes almost gleaming.

Without any accord my lips form a grin at his laughing figure before I join with him in a crazy laughter spree.

**

"here you go" I say passing the blanket to him.

"thanks, muffin" he sets the blanket down on the couch and walks to the kitchen counter to get water. "hmm, BTW muffin?" he calls out.

"yeah" I turn to him after setting the pillows on the mattress for him.

"can I ask you something?" he drinks the water letting few droplets run down his chin, all the way down his neck and disappearing as it travels down his chest. His Adam's apple moving as he drinks the water.

"sure" I reply shutting the little checking him out session I had.

He chuckles before speaking since he caught me staring at him, "why do you get flustered whenever i'm near you? aur kyun tum hamesha mujhe ghoorte rahe ti ho? " he asks before sitting beside me so that our shoulders our touching, he turns his head to look at me, while I sit there with my lips apart, not knowing how should I respond to him.

"um... well..." I start and pause to think of an appropriate answer.

"hmm" his lips forming a teasing smile to which I glare at him.

He raises his hands in surrender before resting one of his elbows on my shoulder and the other running through his hair.

I watch his soft locks move as his shakes his fingers while he proceeds to make it a mess. The strands fall on his forehead casting a small shadow. He runs his hand through them again, making it clutter up on his head.

I really can't tell how hot he is while doing that.

He raises his eyebrow at me and that's when I know that I've again been staring at him without speaking anything.

Urgh!

"just when I thought you'd be civilized by only answering the question rather than checking me out" he blows a raspberry with a smile on his lips, his eyes locked onto mine, which gave me an eye roll.

I feel my cheeks burning lightly on the embarrassment.

"shut up!" I say hitting his arm to which he lets out a deep chuckle.

He shakes his head before throwing his arm around my shoulder so that I'm pulled closer to him. Even though he had his shower in my bathroom, I can still sniff his cologne which is spread around us.

If that didn't only make me dizzy.

"i'm still waiting for the answer, you know" he nudges me by his elbow. I mumble another 'shut up' to him which earned me another chuckle from him.

"muffin you're cheeks are red" he states poking my cheek, "are you feeling that flustered? is my hotness affecting you that much?" he asks winking at me.

Okay, that's IT!

I turn around and take him by surprise, "you wanna know the answer well here it goes" I know i'm gonna make a fool out of myself but unfortunately I can't evade this since he is spending the night at my place.

Taking a deep breath I watch him nod at me, "okay, for your first question, yes, YES I do feel flustered when you're near with me, you wanna why, pretty boy, you aren't just pretty, you're sexy, you're hot, no scratch that, you're effing hot, yes I said it. You're smokin' hot, like HOT HOT!" I exclaim with my hands making some weird actions to explain it to him.

His lips turn up as a different emotion takes place in his face, he parts his lips to speak, "muffin-" but I cut him off.

"NO lemme finish, you really wanna why do I end up staring at you?" he nods slowly.

"Have you ever taken a look at the mirror or what? Dude you literally kill girls just with one of your glances at them. You have girls at their knees to earn that single look from you, you're THAT good looking okay"

"oh um..." he took his arm off me, slightly looking away from me, averting his gaze. I noticed his cheeks starting to turn pink along with his ears.

I moved to look at his face, though he turned it more so I couldn't, "are you blushing?!" I accused, amusement lacing in my voice.

He cleared his throat, and composed himself but it didn't work. He shook his head and turned away.

I got up from the couch and kneeled down in front of him.

"Oh My God!!! You are blushing!" I exclaim with a wide grin on my face.

"no i'm not!" he states moving his face from my view.

"yes you are" I say catching his face in between my palms to make him look at me. "you totally are, I can literally see the pink in your cheeks. OMG Siddharth! you're really blushing"

"no i'm not, muffin" he forces it out wanting to maintain his cool again.

"you are pretty boy. Hai bhagwaan, what day is today, that I am able to witness, Siddharth Khurana, 'The Siddharth Khurana' blushing! Oh my god, i'm so entering this as my tweet and uploading this in my Insta. Think of the headlines if I release the video out. The Siddharth Khurana is actually blushing! How awesome would that be?" I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

"oh really, and how'd you get your video? and no i'm not blushing!"

"oh cut it pretty boy, you are blushing and about the video? this is how I got it" I say taking my phone out and showing him the ongoing recording.

His eyes widen when he sees my phone. He blinks, "where did you get that? and how were you even hiding it? and recording?"

"do you really want to know?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow, smiling mischievously at him.

"delete it" he orders getting up, to stand on his feet.

I follow his suit and grin at him by taking a step forward. "no I won't and do you know you've always been good looking, Siddharth. You know the top ranging male models need to look up to you and learn from you. I bet their ego hurts so much to witness this" I make an action gesturing his whole body, "this amount of gorgeousness in a male organism breathing in this Earth"

He takes a step back, his cheeks reddening up, "stop it muffin".

"do you know that you're hotter than fire? you're so dang hot, I have to fan myself each and every time you near me. And-"

"muffin please stop!" he averts his eyes from me, his lips trying to form a frown wanting to shut his flustered cheeks but he is no luck. His crimson cheeks just makes him more handsome. And I must say I've got a gentleman in my bag.

"oh, he's begging now" I stated. "you can look up the word hot or sexy and see a picture of your handsome face as example, no, as the definition. People don't need to use words to describe the word. They just see your picture and instantly get the word."

"Roshni! Stop!" his face is literally flushed. He looks way too cute now.

"aww, is the 'hot' businessman getting uncomfortable?" I ask in a baby voice making a pout at him.

He looks at me with his brown eyes widened. I giggle as he tries to narrow them up to glare at me but couldn't.

"shut up!" he mutters turning away from, showing his back to me.

"Oh my god! Siddharth!" I exclaim noticing his ears redden a bit once again from the back. I run in front of him to see a wide grin plastered on his face, his cheeks red, his eyes shut. I could tell it from his expression he is way too happy and of course, flustered.

"you got me, didn't you?" he asks opening his eyelids striking me with his glowing orbs.

My lips form a toothy grin as I nod, "oh YES, I got you so bad. Aww, you're looking so cute." I comment pinching his cheeks.

He lets out a breath and smiles at me, his lips formed up in a smile. "you're something else, muffin" he admits, "and you're such a tease" he adds shaking his head as I take my hands of his, now, normal cheeks and stuck my tongue at him.

He lets out a chuckle before giving me a kiss on my cheek, "I guess that's what attracted me to you" he whispers huskily placing his lips on my ear, kissing my earlobe.

I let out a shaky breath of our proximity, heat rising in my cheeks. "shut up!" I say pushing him away.

"aww, look who is blushing now" he speaks in a high pitched voice as he sees my faint red cheeks. And damn, he is good on mimicry.

What other talents have you hidden under you, pretty boy?

Shaking my head at him I go over to the kitchen counter, I get the water bottle and throw it at him, who again catches it easily.

"suit yourself, main sone jaaroun" I say walking backwards towards my room. He nods before flopping down the make shift bed we made sometime ago.

"goodnight " I say smiling at him.

"night" he nods at me setting his phone and watch on the table beside the couch. "and muffin?"

"yeah" I look at him.

"are you sure you don't me by your side? I mean agar bhoot agaya toh, tujhe dar lagega na" he teases with a playful smile on lips.

I roll my eyes at him, "i've been living here for a year now, aur mujhe koi bhoot vhoot se dar nahi lagega, agar tujhe dar lagra hai toh mujhe bata dena" I wink at him who just shook his head at me.

"oh yeah" he agrees.

We smile at each other with our eyes locked, with an emotion holding them together.

"goodnight pretty boy".

"goodnight muffin" he gives me a two finger salute which I return by curtsying to him.

He lets out yet another laugh before resting his head on the pillow, closing his eyes with a smile still lingering on his face.

Taking that as my cue I go into my room and shut the door. After taking the short bathroom break, I jump into my bed which engulfs me in it's fluffiness.

Ahh, this feels so good after a long day!

Setting my alarms, I shut my phone and keep it beside me under the pillow. As I stare at the droplets outside, though my clear window, I recollect the events happened today.

Nani had sent me the bracelet which I had designed with mom. Siddharth made me wear it which is now hanging on my wrist. I feel the pointing edges of the gold material as I run my finger on it. He cried with me in the car.

I chuckle at thought of him sniffling with me. He made me feel loved, he made me feel safe. He obliged to my wish and stayed with me the night. And the 'night' was itself a roller coaster of emotions.

We would've kissed tonight, but no we didn't, I don't know how feel about it. I seduced him and rejected his kiss and it became all awkward for us. After leaving him the only thought on my mind was, why did I push him? I mean even I wanted to kiss him but there was this thing which stopped me.

I sigh thinking about that 'thing' stopping me. Even thought I was at fault he claimed it as his fault and he called me beautiful. People call me hot, sexy, gorgeous even beautiful, but when he said it, I can't help it but to feel that fluttery feeling through my body. I just felt that, feeling of being appreciated from your person. That feeling when a blush crawls up your cheeks and your heart lightens. I felt that.

The night was total fun for the both of us. He tricked me into another kiss and we finished up cracking in laughter. After that we had dinner, and boy he knows to cook. I had denied him from entering the kitchen but when I called him for help as I slightly cut my finger, he came and diced the vegetable perfectly. It was like when the chefs on the screens do it. I couldn't help but gawk at him. He was way too hot!

I did let him continue as I started to roll the chapatis. After the dinner we had we brought up the spare mattress and set it up for him. Random conversation held us up. We were so freaking random, we mutually decided that we wouldn't let the almost kisses interfere our friendship we had. It was way too strong for the both of us.

And then I had a blast of my time making him feel so flustered. God, his face was so dang flushed. His cheeks were red, he kept on biting his lower lip, his eyes were widened. He looked so adorable.

Sighing at the memories a faint smile falls on my face. I close my eyes and I can't help it but the picture of him blushing pops in my mind.

Shaking my head I turn over to other side and now the picture of him showing his abs comes up.

Grunting I lie on my stomach and now I could see his face winking at me, his lips formed in a smile.

I let out a growl and fail to hide the wide grin which makes it's way to my lips.

I really have fallen for you, haven't I, pretty boy?

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Sorry for the long wait guys, but as I had posted in The Hatred Love, my hand is getting better but not the best. And i've managed only to type a paragraph per day as it's a real struggle along with my on going internals from college.

I don't know when I'm gonna be back like before, but I can assure you it's gonna be soon.

Thank you all for the love you've given for me and my stories❤️

Love is what I have for you guys❤️

With Immense Love❤️

Suha❤️

Both teasing each other but pulling back. At least no hurt feelings because both did it.

The fire has been lit. Its only a matter of time.

Nice update

Both are pulling eachothers legs

Chapter 11 : Our First Nightmare Experience

"don't do this to me...please mera saath aise mat karo... please" I plead tears threatening their way down my cheeks, "please uto, wake up! please" I shake my hands bringing the body lying lifelessly up and down along with my movement.

"dheko please uto, agar tu mar gayi na main tujhe sach main maar dungi... uto!" I shout speaking something which I couldn't comprehend.

"Roshni" a wavering voice from my behind calls for me. "she's no more, woh mar chuki hai" the voice states.

I shake my head vigorously tears falling down on her pale face. "no! she's alive, I know that! woh sirf naatak karrai hai, main use chod kar gayi thi na, she's just acting. She's alive, I know that!" I shout not wanting to move my eyes from her face.

I just went on a short trip for 3 days and she acts like being dead, revenge huh?

"Roshni" another voice calls out and two pairs of hands are pulling me from her dead figure.

Her dead figure? No she can't do this to me. Why will she do this to me? I love her so fricking much and she just left me?!

I stare at her as the tears stop. I see her now through clear eyes. Her closed eyes were bulged. Her lip is busted and swollen with redness around them. Her face is filled with purple bruises. A huge cut on her forehead was covered by the white gauze, was still visible.

My eyes slowly trail down. Handprints were present on her neck which was also bruised equally, black and dark purple marks were there instead of the rose gold necklace with half cupcake structure dollar hanging on it, matching with mine which was hanging on my neck.

It is my fault. I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have left her.

"Roshni" I hear a cracking voice calling for me with the hands pulling me from her, her corpse to be precise.

"samaal lo apne aapko" another hoarse voice told me as I was led away from her.

I was sure as hell that this would be a prank. I mean she and I have been goofing around our whole lives. There were many times we've played dead just to get the other on tears and we would end up laughing as we sway on the swing in our tree house.

But never in a million years I thought that the prank would turn out true. I never ever thought that- that she-

I was on the way back home when the news reached me. I was expecting her to be waiting with a baseball bat in her hand wanting to beat the shit out of me or crying her eyeballs out sulking in her bed after I return, but when I did, I clearly did not expect to her lying on the hospital bed, wrapped up in white cloth except for her face for us to see.

How can she do this to me? How could she break our friendship of years and leave me? Doesn't she know that I can't live without her? Doesn't she know that I'm a no one without her? Doesn't she know i'm a practical dead person without her? She knows and even then she left.

"you can't do this to me" I whisper as I try my best to not to spill more extra tears. I push the hands wrapped around me and run.

I run as far as my legs take me away. I hear someone calling me but they fade out as I make my way out of the hospital.

Tears spill on the ground as I stomp the rocks when I run faster. I want to go away from her. I want to escape this. But I can't escape the reality, can I? Unfortunately my 13 year old brain and heart couldn't see that.

I hear people shouting at me as I squish myself away in order to find an exit amidst this crowd. I see one and run through it. I sprint against the fast moving cars speeding on the road.

Finally when I reach the spot, I frantically try to find the key to open the door but I couldn't as tears make my vision blurred.

"shit! it's gotta be here" I look beneath the mat, then the flower pots lying on the entrance, the name board stuck on the wall, everywhere but I just couldn't find it.

Disappointed I turn and slide against the wooden door. My butt hit the tree bark as I rest my head on the door.

I bring my knees towards me chest and hug them. I stare blankly at the sky thinking why should all this happen to me, happen to her, happen to us!

Why should she go through that, she had a life in front of her, people adore her and look up to her. They learn from her, they make her as the leader. She was just so perfect with a clumsy, no life best friend, me, beside her all the time.

Soon darkness engulfs me as the dark clouds take over shining environment. Rain pours down around me just like the pours of my eyes.

"Roshni" I hear someone call me again but I ignore them.

"it is my fault" I admit it out loudly. Because if we didn't have that fight, and if I hadn't been stubborn wanting to be away from her for few days, she wouldn't be in this state now.

"it's all my fault" I raise my voice a little.

She would actually be here with me. We would've probably made up from that stupid argument we had. We would've be in our secret spot hanging out with ice creams tubs around us, half eaten pizzas, and with bunch of muffin boxes.

"it is all my freaking fault" I shout not knowing what should I do.

We would've been plotting pranks on him, or messing with him again, after all he was returning here after years.

I hear foot steps around me as I repeatedly mutter 'i'm sorry, it's my fault" to no one in particular.

"Roshni" I hear my voice fading in as the person reaches to me. I think as he's already reached here and he would've found out the news.

"i'm sorry" I mumble. It's his birthday in a few days, we planned a lot for his 14th birthday but what was not expected was the withdrawal of her from this world, leaving us alone with her memories.

"Roshni" I hear my name as the person stands beside me.

I shake my head not wanting to look up at him. I don't have the courage to face him.

I felt him wrap his arms around me as he settle his face in the crook of my neck. Taking a deep breath I return the hug and rub his back.

"i'm sorry" I say to which he shakes his head, his breath hitting on my neck.

"don't" I heard his cracked voice. He's the person whose the best in hiding his deep emotions. He is not the person to cry out but today is a different story all together.

"it's all my fault" I admit to him, he knows about the fight she and I had and being the odd one out in our group he didn't know whom to support.

"it's my fault" I repeat when he shakes his head, tightening his arms around me.

"muffin?" I hear a different voice calling me now, much more familiar voice.

The floor in which I was sitting suddenly caved in under only my feet. The only thing keeping me from falling was his grip on my waist. I cried out to him as I tried to fight against it.

But then he let go.

"help me!" I shout out.

"muffin! what's wrong?" I hear the voice again as a pair of palms rub on my sides.

"help me please" I cry out, "it's all my fault, leave her alone!" I shout as sweat starts to take place in my face.

I remember her face. Her pale face, blood stuck on her then flawless face. I remember her neck, purple bruises on her long neck. I remember her hands, her once manicured long nails broken.

"she's dead Roshni" a voice springs up in my mind.

"she's no more" another voice says.

"it's all your fault" yet another voice comes into play.

"it's all because of you"

"she's dead because of you"

"NO!" I shot up from my bed, breathing heavily, my heart pounding. My hand went up to my face and my fingertips following the still wet tear track down my cheek. I was crying in my sleep during that dream, only it was not a dream, it was a memory, a bad memory.

"Roshni!" I hear his voice beside me.

Wait where am I?

I turn to my right to see him sitting beside me, his face filled with shock and concern. My eyes moved away from him as I see the surroundings.

It landed on the digital clock showing today's date.

This day almost 12 years ago, I lost her due to the actions of those b*stards. It's been 12 years since she died as a victim of rape. It's been 12 years since I heard her voice calling me as 'cupcake'. It's been 12 years since I felt reassurance being in her arms when I failed my academics. It's been 12 years since I saw her face laughing, beside me as we pulled a huge prank on our parents. It's been 12 years since she left this world leaving us alone. It's been 12 years since I lost my sister, my twin sister.

"muffin, are you okay?" his voice breaks my thoughts. I look at him. His dark brown hair in mess, few strands falling on his forehead. His worried chocolate brown eyes were looking at me. His hands were on my arms, constantly rubbing my skin.

If she was here she would've surely loved him, she would've been shipping us so bad. She would've literally be thinking the name of our grandchildren. These would've happened if she was here, but she isn't, is she?

"muffin, tum roh kyun rahi ho?" he whispers bringing his palm to cup my cheek. "do you need a hug?" he asks softly.

I nod slowly wrapping my arms around his torso and he returns it by wrapping his arms around my waist. I rest my head against his chest and he rests his on top of mine.

"everything will be okay, muffin" he rubbed my back with one hand and the other stroking my morning hair.

I shake my head against his chest. He tightens his hold on me, rubbing my back gently and I snuggled deeper into his masculine chest.

I sniff wanting to put a stop to the tears eventually they do. Being in his arms I felt myself moving away lightly from her thoughts. I mean she's always there but when I'm in his arms I feel the same feeling, I get the reassurance, and I don't even know how.

"are you okay?" he asks softly tilting his head so he could see mine.

"yeah" I reply pulling away from him, I rested my hands on his arms, feeling his muscles flex under me when he moved his hands to rest on my hips.

"do you want to talk about it?" he caressed my cheek wiping the tear away.

I shake my head in a 'no'. It's my best if I don't open my mouth or else I'd be crying the whole and there are chances that may lead to my panic attacks and on a day like this, it's gonna worsen and at the end of the day I would be in the hospital.

"i'm always here for you, muffin, tum kabhi bhi mujhe se baat kar sakti ho" he speaks giving me the comfort I want.

I pass him a small smile, "I know, pretty boy" I say which brings a smile on his lips.

"do you wanna eat something?" he asks wiping my tears, cupping my cheeks and looking at me in a loving gaze.

"no" I sniff rubbing my nose. "mujhe bhook nahi hai" I say silently remembering all those memories once again.

"kya tujhe bhook nahi lagrahi hai? and I should believe that?" he asks his lips slowly pulling up in a smile. "wow I never thought that this day would come that you, muffin, the Roshni Patel would not be hungry" he states using a proud voice wanting to lighten up the mood.

"nice try but no I don't wanna eat" I say pulling my hair into a messy bun.

"aww why not? muffin tere liye main muffins lekar atihun" he offers.

Well muffins sound good right now.

"and you know I'll buy or you know what I can even bake them here, if you'd allow me"

Who would've thought that Siddharth Khurana in my kitchen cooking well baking my favorite dessert. Definitely not me.

"and I would bake them in your favorite chocolate flavor"

Hmm chocolate muffins with a nice cup of frap sounds way to good now.

"and also your favorite, caramel frap along with it."

Did he learn mind reading or what?

"along with the whipping cream and extra caramel sauce and I surely won't forget to add in the extra ice cubes"

"are you trying to convince me into getting hungry?"

He grins, "is it working?" he asks hopefully.

"I want my frap with a little bit of extra sugar, and don't forget the chocolate sauce for the choc muffin and of course the strawberry ones too" I say in a final tone.

"sure" he laughs at me.

"and yeah get something for yourself maybe a brew coffee or a cookie" I add with a smile on my own.

"okay ma'am" he smiles at me placing a kiss on my cheek.

I feel myself warming up as his lips press onto my skin. They're way too soft. I didn't know what to do but my hands attached around his torso as I hugged him, placing my face on the crook of his neck.

"thank you so much pretty boy" I say as just few minutes back I was on the verge of facing an upcoming attack but he made it vanish away into air.

"you're welcome muffin" he tightens his hold on me, kissing my hair. "and just so you know I'd always be on your back making you happy but just remember i'm also there for you to let it all out" he speaks breaking the hug so that we face each other. "I want you to, you get it?"

I sigh and nod at him. "anything you say pretty boy" I say looking up at him.

"and that's like my muffin" he grins placing a kiss on my forehead.

Cue the cheeks warming up and Roshni Patel starting to blush because her crush has just claimed her as his.

Yippie!

"meow" I hear Bel standing at the door watching us with her cute round eyes. I gesture her to come to me to which she understands and leaps onto me, earing a raspy chuckle from him.

"morning Bel" I give a small rub under her chin to which she closes her eyes. Shaking my head I give her hug, wraps her paws around my neck.

I smile to myself tightening my hold on her, being the good kitten she is, she doesn't flinches at all.

I look up at him who gives me a soft smile. He stands up with adoration present in his eyes.

He ruffles my hair and kisses my forehead. Something which makes my heart to flutter.

"teri phone baj rahi hai" he states before picking my phone from the nightstand and gives it to me.

And being the gentleman he is he doesn't even takes a look on my phone.

"one caramel frap and muffins coming right up" he winks before exiting my room.

Oh he so knew how to change my mood. I was crying and stressing myself and now I'm grinning like an idiot, thanking god for having him in my life.

I'm so lucky to have him in my life.

Nice chapter❤

Sid is so caring❤

SidNi scenes are cute🥰

Roshni had such a bad dream😢

Love this FF❤

Hey guys. Thank you all for the great responses for the last chapter. I really didn't think it would work, but it did. I had this big doubt on whether should I change the complete chapter or should I just post it as it is. I was in a firm belief that y'all wouldn't like it, but hey you guys did. A big THANK YOU for everyone who's been constantly been here, motivating me❤️ Thank you so much❤️

I'm working on the next chapter, which would be up by this Sunday. And I must say, the next chapter is gonna be FUN! A bit of spoiler, along with the last chapter, the upcoming few chapters are gonna reveal more about their past, which may or may not strengthen their bond. And after that, I don't think you guys are ready for the story i've thought about, I have it all planned and there are MANY things to expect😉 MANY!

I really do think y'all would like it, and yeah.

Meet you guys in two days, Byee❤️