It is a few minutes before the clock strikes midnight declaring the start of a new year. Jaimi is standing on the veranda of her house. Her hands clasp the railing as the cold breeze pushes her hair back. The memories from the past start to play in her head, mocking her. Her eyes get numb as a blanket of tears covers her eyes. She feels someone's presence behind her. She blinks her eyes a few times and turns to see a familiar figure.

He looks down at her and frowns like he's thinking about something in-depth. A tear betrays her and escapes from her right eye. She looks away from him to avoid making any sort of eye contact. He takes a step towards her and she takes one back. She swiftly turns her head in surprise as he takes one more step. He bores his eyes into hers trying to read what is going inside of her, but she looks away.

He slides his hands around her waist and grips the railing as he closes the distance in between them. Her hands-free the railing and land on his chest to push him back, but he cups her cheek and wipes the tear with the pad of his thumb. He caresses her face as they stare into each other's eyes with so much intensity that can set a whole city on fire. His hand goes back to its previous location of gripping the railing. He inches towards her as she tries to move back, but the reality dawns upon her that there is no escaping.

Jaimi: W-what are y-you do-ing?

He puts his index finger on her lips and makes a shush sound as he studies her face, in particular her eyes. The firework burst above them in vivacious colors. They can only hear the sound and without a second thought, he presses his lips against her. She fists his jacket as an unknown sensation spreads across her body. Fireworks explode inside of them just like they are exploding in the sky, but the only difference being that the ones inside of them are burning with impatience. The fireworks send hot sparks throughout their body warming them up. They pull away after a few seconds when in need of air. They are panting, which is physically visible as clouds of smoke that puff out of their mouth due to the cold weather. Lightning illuminates the sky above them, catching their attention. In a few moments, the feather-like warm snow falls from the sky. They catch their breath and look into each other's eyes.

Jaimi: If you did this because you think I tried to kill you then, I swear I didn't! It was just required at...

He crashes his lips on hers again. He bites her lower lip and a moan escapes her lip. He continues to grip the railing with his left hand while wrapping his right around her waist. Her hands land on his torso again as he presses his body against her. He pulls away from a short punishing kiss and steps back.

Jaimi: What the fuck was that for?

Darshan: Because you talk way too much! No, I don't believe the whole shit about you trying to kill me to get my spot.

She crosses her arm across her chest and raises her eyebrow.

Jaimi: Why? Your girlfriend proved me guilty! Wait, I'm sorry, your fiance!

Darshan: For once, she wasn't there when everything took place. She doesn't know the whole truth about what happened in Thailand. And...

Jaimi: And?

Darshan: She is not my fiance or girlfriend!

Jaimi: Oh.

She shrugs her shoulders and pushes him back a bit. She enters the house followed by him. She tosses her phone on the sofa. He throws his jacket on the sofa. He pushes her against the back of the sofa and kisses her with passion. She runs her hands up and down on his shoulder as he grips her waist. She controls the sudden urge inside of her and pushes him back.

She runs towards the L-shaped stairs leading to her room but is stopped on the central landing. A hand grips her wrist forcing her to turn around. He tugs at her hand and she loses her balance and falls forward. Their lips meet once again. His hands are on her waist and hers on his shoulders. He walks forward until he is on the central landing. He pushes her against the railing. He manages to sweep her small figure off the ground. His left hand is around her waist while his right is running up and down on her leg. Her arms are around his neck bringing him closer as she gives in to the kiss. He manages to take off her heels and throws them behind him. They pull away when in need of air.

He nuzzles his face in her neck. His short breath against her neck and his hand rubbing her leg sets her body on fire. The heated flames spread across their body dancing with desire. He puts her down and she stands on her toes. She fists the collar of his shirt. He prepares himself for a slap or punch but is surprised when her soft, cloud-like lips land on his. She pulls away quickly leaving him baffled. He takes off his beige color sweater and throws it on the railing of the stairs before throwing off her long black coat. She looks away and runs up the stairs followed by him. He locks the door of her room to see her standing by the window. He hugs her from behind and grinds their bodies creating heat. He moves her hair to one side and pecks her neck.

Jaimi: Mmm!

He grips her arm and turns her so she faces him.

Darshan: What are you, Jaimi Patel?

She is about to move away from him, but he pushes her against the wall. He trails kisses along her jaw setting her body on fire. She fists his shirt and pulls him closer. She turns so he's against the wall. She unbuttons his shirt and he takes it off. He throws it on the window seat. She trails kisses from his neck and down his torso. She comes back to his face and he captures her lips. He slides his hand around her hip and sweeps her off her feet. She wraps her right hand around his neck bringing impossibly him closer while the other hand ruffles his hair. He lays her down on the bed. The passion erupts again. His hand unknowingly starts sliding up her dress. She snaps back to reality and tries to push him off. He looks at her confused.

Jaimi: Get off!

Darshan: What?

Jaimi: Get off and get out!

Darshan: What is wrong with you?

Jaimi: Just leave!

Darshan sighs and gets up. He slips into his shirt. He looks at her one last time and sees her lifeless-looking body staring at the ceiling. He leaves the room. He slips into his clothes and makes himself look presentable by wiping the lipstick mark on his lips before leaving. He locks the door on his way out. He fixes the house to its original state and goes into his room. He takes off his shirt and lays down on the bed looking at the ceiling. His mind continues to interpret what happened a few minutes ago. He falls into a deep slumber with his thoughts.

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