Hatred, rage and that kiss!| A Sanyukta-Randhir OS|

Sanyukta Agarwal was furious. Scratch that; it would probably be a gross understatement. Her footsteps quickened as she hurried towards the library, one place where she was sure to find him. Randhir Singh Shekhawat; the bane of her existence, the reason she felt so humiliated countless number of times, starting from the minute of her having stepped into F.I.T.E. Every day was a constant struggle for her, to become someone, someone that her future self would thank her for, someone who wouldn't get bogged down, no matter what the circumstances; and most importantly, someone who could stand tall and proud in front of her parents. He had made it physically impossible for her to even go to the library to collect books; he would show up and test her 'physical ability', anything that could prove that he was better than her in every shape and form imaginable, merely because he was a man, and she was his counterpart.

Her growls of frustration weren't unheard, as a few scattered students made way for her to stalk past them, their faces masking the fear that wasn't previously equated with her name. Sanyukta knew that it was rather late and essentially she should have permission before barging into the library in the way she was planning to. However, throwing caution to the wind, she slammed the doors open, thankful that the librarian seemed to have retired for the day, and so had the students. She knew exactly where to find him and boy, was she bang on target.

'Randhir!' she cried out, her anger clearly overpowering her logical thoughts, startling him out of his wits.

Once he saw who the daring voice belonged to, he merely rolled his eyes and went back to reading his textbook, carefully screening the words before memorising them. Sanyukta had neither the time nor the patience for his lack of respect and acknowledgement regarding her presence. Her harried footsteps stood right before his table and she banged on his desk, alerting him of her fury, which failed to surprise or shock him, having been at the receiving end of many of her fierce words and taunts.

'Are you listening to me? How dare you? Randhir, I tolerated your bullshit, but I never thought that you'd degrade yourself to such an extent that you wouldn't give a damn about the constant sexist nonsense that you spew out. Men are better than women', that's what you firmly believe in right? It's your motto in life? I always believed that you'd prefer to fight me like a man, and not like a coward who needs to hide behind such lowly acts of framing me.'

Randhir seemed to have blocked out her voice, but at the last sentence, he stood up, surprise barely visible in those stony eyes. 'Excuse me? Frame you? Sanyukta, you aren't dead yet, therefore, I wouldn't need to put up your photo anywhere, and therefore, would you please mind getting out of my face and leave me in peace?'

He was about to regain his place and planning on studying at least another chapter before calling it a night, and she was messing with his plans, big time, and there was nothing he hated more than anyone, especially a girl, ruining his self made schedules. His face suddenly contorted, eyes having been opened wide as he felt a swift tug on his shirt.

She pulled him close to her by the corner of his teeshirt with such force and intensity that it surprised the hell out of her. 'That is IT. You've made enough attempts to humiliate me and I've had to bear the brunt every single time with there being no fault of mine! But enough is ENOUGH!'

Having yelled the last word, she pushed him, making him stumble. He held his desk for support as fury took over surprise, being carved in his every action, every facial expression. He snatched her bag off the desk and began to empty it out, not caring even the slightest bit about the silent thud of her hairbrush, or the bottle of water that sprayed a few drops on the floor as it fell. Sanyukta took a few angry steps, looking utterly horrified at his audacity, and suddenly stopped short as he held up her notes. Her eyes widened as he produced a lighter from his pocket, as the implication of what he was about to do set in. A click sounded as the flame from the little yellow metallic bar began to course through her handwritten equations and charts, burning the very evidence of her hard work.

Pure, unadulterated hatred surged through her as she violently pushed him against the library shelf in a last ditch attempt to save her precious notes. However, the damage was done as the papers fell from his hands, slowly starting a little fire on the ground, mingling with other rough sheets lying around. Randhir felt the stinging sensation on his cheek, and as the full blown impact of what had just transpired between them hit him, his facial features hardened, and as she made an attempt to slap him another time, his hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, blocking her movement.

He had never felt so pushed beyond his brink of patience. The girl standing in front of him infuriated him, and got on every single one of his nerves. As he stared into her eyes full of hatred mirroring his own, he reached out and grabbed her other arm that had reached out to free the first. He bent both her arms behind her back so that she was pushed firmly against his hardened body, leaving barely any room for breathing. Her hair hit his face in the process, and he swiftly maneuvered them to so that she was pressed against the shelf of books and he was the one towering over her.

She hadn't stopped struggling for even a minute as he pushed her against the book rack, and as she made an attempt to free her wrist, his grip slackened for a brief moment, only to be tightened again harder, if that was possible, and pinned it above their heads. He'd never felt hatred so strong, he'd never imagined he would end up manhandling a woman like the way he was. But somehow, he couldn't picture getting into such close proximity with another girl, and the only one who brought out his wild side, pun unintended, was her. He didn't even have time to register any of these thoughts as they rushed through his head, his eyes never leaving hers.

No emotions other than rage and loathing could be pinpointed from their eyes, as they made an attempt to stare each other down to their heart's content, with Sanyukta constantly attempting to break free from his iron clad grip and Randhir holding on harder than before, pressing his body further against hers.

Sanyukta suddenly felt the pressure on her left wrist being lifted and before she could shove him away with her free hand, before she could do so much as blink, his hand made its way into her hair and tugged it with acute force. She closed her eyes instinctively as pain registered in the back of her mind, but immediately opened them again, making sure to portray her rage like never before; she couldn't afford to let him think of her as weak; not now, not ever.

Randhir had never been so aggressive with a woman before, and he knew it. As he yanked her hair, forcing her face to jerk upwards, his eyes immediately fell on her plump lips, slightly parted, holding back a gasp. Without even thinking about anything besides calming the raging monster inside of his chest, and the intense fury mingled with contempt, he crushed his lips against hers.

Sanyukta closed her eyes in both, revulsion and surprise, as she kissed him back with equal ferocity. Her free hand made its way up and tangled itself in his hair, making sure to yank it as hard as he had. The motion combined with her teeth sinking into his lower lip, was enough to bring him out of his stupor and he immediately withdrew from her as if burnt by something. His hands left her immediately and he roughly pushed her into the desk as a look of disgust, shame and guilt masked his features. He kicked his desk in blind rage and stamped on the little fire made by her notes on the ground, quelling it. He grabbed his hair, as if wanting to pull it all out and banged his foot into the chair that toppled over, landing a few centimetres from her.

Sanyukta crumpled against the bookshelf as the implication of what had transpired struck her. She went utterly numb with shock, only flinching as she heard the loud thud of a chair landing near her feet. She looked up just in time to watch his retreating back making its way out of the library.

She closed her eyes in pure repugnance and fury, bringing her knees up to her chest and letting her palms sink in her hair as she let the warm tears of shame flow down her cheeks.

What had they done?

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