She hid her heart behind a wall in which only a real man could climb.
- r.h sin

Invisibility. . .

I needed that power so bad, I ran from him but he still found me. Anywhere I go, I felt his eyes on me. Taunting me, questioning me seeking for answers. Ugh! Why won't he just leave me alone? This huge house suddenly seem smaller for me to hide.

I ran, ran to retain my self respect. I won't let him break my walls. Because of that one mistake I won't give in. That's not me, those walls protects me. I have always been alone and I accepted that I don't need anyone else other than my nonna and Sam, they are it. No one, no one can come in now.

I passed by few guests in the living room giving them a small nod and smiles, when the perimeter was a bit clear, with less number of guests, I hid behind a huge pillar to catch some breath. I placed my palm on my chest and close my eyes for some deep breaths. Soon I felt someone touch my shoulder making me jump in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" He asked crunching his eyebrows together. My lips pursed in annoyance.

"Stop following me." I hissed and that ass smirked, my heart raced.

Fuck! Why does he have such effect on me?

"We need to talk." He stated calmly gazing possessively in my eyes. I frowned.

"I don't." I shot back just to make him circle him in his arms. His eyes boring into mine, he had beautiful eyes. The kind you could get lost in. And I guess I did.

Just breathe, just breathe nothing is going to happen.

"Yeah right, nothing much will happen because you already done it. Isn't it feisty?" Damn. I need to think within, not aloud.

"Shut up. Stop calling me that and nothing happened." I scoffed at him but he was unaffected.

Soon his palm touched my cheek and his thump started to stroke just under my cheekbone. The warm touch of his fingertips sent delicious sparks in me threatening me to close my eyes and enjoy his warmth.

"Okay, if not feisty then what should I call you, princess?" He asked leaning in, inching closer to me. My hands went on his chest to push him away and create some distance but I failed miserably in front his starling physic.

Heat increased in my cheeks as he kept on sending sparks in me.

"Princess?"

"Don't call me that either, only Saroj aunty and my mo-" I paused when I was about to say mom, who was no more with me.

"Then what should I call you, darling, baby, honey, sweetcheeks, cutee, sweets, love. . ." he went on and on with weird nick names for me.

"Just my name would be fine, now get off. Someone might see." I whisper yelled at him whilst pushing him away, like he will.

"So what let them see, they already know we are chaddi buddies." He stated pulling off a smug face.

I lifted a finger, "We aren't chaddi buddies... You and Sam are." I reminded him. He chuckled looking down and that sound sent cold shivers in my spine. The he met my gaze, pushed a strand off my face and tucked it behind my ear. No one did such kind of gesture which seem so simple, so sweet yet so intimate.

"You are right, you were in diapers, not in chaddi." My eyes widen at his stupid childish line. My cheeks again heat up with fury and ofcourse impeccable embarrassment. I still tried to kick him away.

"That was so inappropriate." He laughed so hard that his ice tea colored brown eyes went little misty. His laughs so infectious that my lips started to curl up.

"So, what should I call you then?"

"I told you, my name." I answered.

"Feisty it is."

And we were back to square one.

He pulled my hand and got me to the rooftop, I yelled at him, tried to stop him but this man was impossible. He slowed down when he saw my strugles with my dress, sharara to be exact. When we reached the rooftop there was no one, just the two of us. I knew I was in trouble when he closed the door and locked it.

"Virat, I need to go down." I told him with a stern voice, his left eyebrow croaked. I almost died inside.

"Virat! No more laddu ha?" He asked smirking at me. Smirky man! "You wound me feisty, I love it when you call me laddu." He rubbed left side of his chest faking the ache and taking steps towards me.

"Either way if you want to go down, I won't stop you." He said innocently. "I promise." He whispered in my ear, deliberately brushing them under it.

"How can you say such a small thing making it as dirty as possible?" I asked, he laughed again and pulled up the Mandarin collar of his kurta proudly giving, I-can-do-anything-with-a-swag look.

"Like I said earlier we need to talk." He got back to the point.

"Virat just leave it ok, I surely know it's nothing new for you." I tried to persuade but it was lie from my side, I did felt something, something I never felt before.

"Yeah, it wasn't new but it was my first one with you and I kinda liked it." He said that staring down at me.

"You are a good kisser." He stated suddenly and his eyes fell on my lips. I almost fainted when he licked his lips.

Shit is about to go down!

"We did not kiss." I hissed making him look me in the eyes fiercely, not at my lips anymore.

"Right, we didn't... You did." He pointed at me.

"I did not kiss you." I murmured in sheer anger slowly building inside me. I shouldn't have done that after our dance together. But his lips were close, just like now.

His colongue was enticing, just like now.

Lips so inviting and tempting, just like now.

He was doing something to me making me drown in him, I couldn't control. But that was wrong, gave into the moment and couldn't stop myself from kissing him. Now I could only do is, forget the memory or atleast brush it off by giving him a cold shoulder.

"Denial is the first step baby." He purred leaning towards me, closing whatever distance between our lips making me take a sharp deep breath.

"I'm not denying." I stated but the worst thing was, my voice shook.

Damn close proximity!

"Oh! Let me just refresh your memory then. . ." his whispered, his hot minty breath fanned over my lips making me close my eyes. The anticipation of his lips on me got better of me. His warm palms on my neck and thumb caressing just above my jaw. Our lips didn't touch yet but my breaths turned into pants, he was messing with me, with my body, with my brain and I was giving in slowly and slowly. I was waiting for his lips on mine, in need of feeling that touch again, devour that taste again like an addict. I opened my eyes in disappointment and suddenly his lips touched mine making my chest push into him. His one hand went around my waist and other was on my neck pulling me as close as possible. The point I felt the familiar suction on my lips, jitters jumped making my inner self shiver. Everything around me faded, I could only feel was deliciousness on his lips on mine.

Then it clicked, this was wrong, definitely wrong. I was meant to be alone in my comfortable space, in my solace. But he kept on invading it, making me feel things which were alien yet crave-some.

His tongue traced under mine, I didn't want to open up, I wanted to push him away but eventually I gasp and he thrusted his tongue inside my mouth. He explored each and every corner of me like it was his favourite desert, devouring it. I could no longer bite up my moans but when his hand found the under my small kurti I moaned, I felt him smirking against my lips.

He won and he knew it.

"Memory back now?" He asked still panting from the searing kiss still holding me possessively. I kept my mouth shut but the heat in my cheeks and their beet root color told him everything.

"Now fiesty, I won't kiss you until you ask me to." He whispered in my ear. "Or better, until you beg me for it." Pulse n my neck spiked again when his lips lightly brushed there. This sensations he was giving me were blissful. I never wanted to get rid of them rather I craved for more.

His fingers were drawing circles on my waist his mischievous eyes telling me billion things cryptically.

"Believe me love, you will beg." He bought his lips close to mine and I needed them on mine again. Kiss me virat, I was almost on my lips begging to say aloud. But I can't, I won't.

"Although if you ask nicely. . ." he paused, I blinked in curiosity. "I might just do it in a heartbeat." With that he let go of me and walked away. And I was still standing there in daze, thinking what the hell just happened. But one thing was sure, I still want him to kiss me.

It was a possibility which I was scared of.

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So, laddu and feisty are back ha, let me know your opinion with those sweet comments.

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