"Why did you fight him?" Naina asked, pushing away that look that pushed her soul out of the body, adamant to stay beside him.

"You ask as if you don't know," he said spitefully, coughing the remnants of blood. His face was swollen, covered in blood, and his hair drenched in sweat, he looked ghastly and dangerous. No longer the handsome and clean CEO, but some mafia boss. Naina wiped the blood gingerly from his lips, making him turn around and look at her, his eyes growing softer at her touch. "Why be with that asshole? You're here now because you love me."

"No. I'm here because I'm guilty," Naina lied, watching a dark shadow fall over his face as he frowned. Just frowning caused blood to trickle in between his eyebrows and pinch there, making him wince. "Go to the hospital, please. Get yourself treated."

He brushed off her hands, straightening his back and grasping her hand. "No I'm going home and you're coming with me."

"You know I can't . . ."

"Yes, you are," he said firmly, tightening his grip. "I don't give a fuck whether you love me or him or anyone else. I don't want you to hurt yourself. You saw right now what happened. These protests can turn into a riot anytime."

"We will handle it better next time. It's our fight, you're my enemy. I can't be seen holding hands with you," she said, frantically trying to withdraw her hand like a toddler stubbornly wanting to walk on her own.

"Enemy? Just a day back we were sharing a bed."

"Not anymore, we're divorced!"

"I will never sign those papers," he growled, raising their hands up to show how tight his grip was on her.

Naina extended her arm to put distance between the two despite his death grip. "Remember, one arm's distance?"

"Doesn't matter---" Just then, he frowned again, his gaze fluttering down to her nose. "Did you get hurt there?"

"Why? Of course, when I came to stop you both, you hit me," she said in a cheerful, sarcastic tone, her hand subconsciously flying to touch her nose. She felt a wetness there and she rubbed it, mistaking it for mucus. It wasn't till seconds later that her eyes landed on the blood stains on her fingers that she shouted, "Oh my God, I'm bleeding!"

And she fainted (which later the doctor clarified was due to stress rather than the punch).

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Ohas crouched, cradling his face in between his hands to stop the ache torturing his head. "Why are you here?"

"He doesn't care about me so there's no point going there. But you do," Priya said, crouching beside him and offering him a bottle of Bisleri. "So I'm returning the favor."

To Priya's surprise, Ohas took the bottle from her, unfixed the lid, and poured the water over his face, shaking his head like a dog after being drenched in rain. Ohas didn't want to take any help from this woman, but he was secretly thankful to feel the cool water against his hot head, despite how it stung and burned where the blood colored the water. Ohas could sense she was looking at him from the corner of his eyes and he could picture big eyes full of curiosity in his head. To put an end to whatever curiosity she had, he turned to directly look at her, pointedly.

To his surprise, she wasn't looking at him with curiosity, but rather with familiarity as if they belonged to the same kin. What the fuck was common between them? Nothing!

Slightly uneasy at how her face was so close, a pretty one at that, he got up and began striding towards where Naina had disappeared. He could hear light jump-like footsteps after him as if a child was skipping behind him. Why was she following him? Granted, that he had followed her multiple times now (sometimes without her knowledge), she had no business following him. Couldn't she just go back, take that bastard with her, and leave Naina and him alone?

"She has gone with him," she said, sidling beside him. "You're wasting your time finding her."

He ignored, scouring the entire neighbourhood, in places where Naina had never in her lifetime put her foot in. It was an hour or more later when the drizzling raindrops grew as long as pointed needless and pierced his back that he heard Priya's shout again. Not merely heard, he listened to those words as sharp as raindrops, cutting through the noise of pitter-patter, "Stop being so pathetic! That fool's passionate about the protest so she'll come back!"

He stopped, turned to look at her, and found her soaked to the bone, slightly shivering. More than that, her white dress had become translucent and clung to her body as flimsy as innerwear. As his gaze traveled down, he quickly reminded himself who, or rather what he was looking at, and brought his gaze up. To his irritation, Priya had caught his staring. But to his surprise, she was smiling.

Both of them instinctively ran towards his apartment and hurriedly climbed the flight of stairs as if their mothers had prepared warm meals for them and called them home. He could feel her presence right behind him, hear her shallow breaths from all the running, smell the earthy wetness of rain mingled with some perfume of her body and he nearly missed inserting the key into the keyhole. He had never invited her but didn't close the doors on her either as she stepped inside, her presence odd as if snow white had stepped into the house of dwarfs. But Ohas was not a dwarf, despite Priya being elegantly tall, he was a good half foot taller than her which caused the atmosphere to be more odd. After all, there was a man and a woman in a confined place, wet from rain.

Ohas carefully ignored her, taking a towel thrown over the chair, and found her mimicking his actions as she took another one thrown over his bed. He fought the urge to snatch it back, telling himself he didn't care that the towel was used. To put an end to his bothering mind, he went inside the kitchen alone and found himself pouring water and milk more than the usual amount to make tea.

While the tea leaves danced and fluttered in the boiling water, he could no longer stare at it and came out to retrieve his clothes. But his t-shirt and track pants that he wore earlier had disappeared from the chair along with the woman. His gaze automatically went towards his bedroom and he saw her through the gap of the half-closed door, naked.

He never figured out whether she had deliberately not closed it or didn't bother to (considering her personality, it had to be the latter), but he saw the back of her naked body now clearly. Not her silhouette, not with her translucent dress. She was pale all over, white as a ghost, her back smooth with some fading scars that he knew were from her family and her backbones were protruding. Despite her thinness and hourglass shape of her body, her bottom was round.

She turned around and her front was as beautiful, if not more, than her back. She had round breasts paler than the rest of her body with dark erect nipples, water trickling in between them and bringing his attention to the scar on her stomach. It was a long scar, ugly against the smoothness of her glass-like body that ran across her stomach, reminiscent of some surgery. He remembered Naina had told him about her pregnancy and it made sense to him now, the scar from childbirth. It made her fragile body look strong and he couldn't take his gaze away from that, to look further down and appreciate the other parts of her body.

Just then, her legs shifted, breaking his gaze and demanding him to look directly at her. Their eyes connected and he found himself tightly holding the table behind him as she walked towards him, without a single word, without a single expression. There was a confident calmness in her walk that forced him to remain still and watch her. Within seconds, she was in front of him without a piece of cloth covering her, stood on her tiptoes, leaned forward till her breasts brushed against his chest, and pressed her lips against his.

His knuckles turned white from holding the table, fighting every muscle in his body to not grab her naked body. But he didn't push her away, enjoying the calm coolness of her lips, the wetness of her cheeks, the nakedness of her body, and above all, her quiet smile. The moment he parted his lips, briefly kissed her back, and leaned forward to kiss her more passionately till both their heads exploded like fireworks, she pulled away and disappeared into the bedroom. This time, her door closed.

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A/N:

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