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I don't know what's his problem with me but I know enough to see that he hates me and he enjoys seeing me humiliated and embarrassed. And I am, like a foolish stupid moth, draws to his fire, knowing all too well that he will burn me when I am close enough.

The truth doesn't scare me.

I revel in it.

I look up to see dark sky filled with twinkling stars. I have always been fascinated by them. Mommy used to say when people die they become star and from afar they look out for their loved ones guiding them. I believe my family is also there, watching me, guiding me but are they proud of me? I have always wanted to make them proud. I just don't have any idea what the heck I am doing anymore.

My train of thoughts break when I hear door open behind me. I feel a sudden shift in air, forming a strong magnetic charge around and I know who he is. I desperately want to turn around and see him but I don't, instead I tighten my grip on the railing.

Sidharth. freaking. Shukla.

Why can't he leave me alone?

Does he want to inflict some more pain?

I hear his quite but firm footsteps and I realise he is coming towards me. I close my eyes tightly when I feel his unmistakable presence behind me, causing the hairs of my nape jump up in alertness. I press myself forward to the rails try to increase the gap.

I stifle a gasp when his hands comes forward on the rail from the either side of me caging me.

What the hell is he doing?

I stiffen hearing his harsh intake of breath. I close my eyes tightly wanting it to be a dream or nightmare.

I must be dreaming.

It has to be dream.

But turns out, it's not when he speaks, "You have been avoiding me."

No shit!

It is not a question.

A statement.

 I don't say anything to this. What could I say anyway? I was avoiding him and it was pretty obvious.

That's it.

"Why?" There, he finally said it, I don't think he is in habit of people avoiding him and that is annoying him. He probably thinks everyone are begging for his attention.

Oh well, are you not?

Shutting the disturbing voice in my head. I reply, "Maybe because you are a heartless jerk."

I don't know if it's his scent that is messing with me or the drink that's making me bold and I don't really care right now. I am rather liking my fearless answer.

Oh it feels so good to let it out.

"Oh yeah? How so?" His smooth voice warms my heart making it flutter against my will. His breath fanes across my skin, causing me shiver.

Shut down you bloody hormones!!

But they don't.

"Let's see, you always make me cry. You are always humiliating and embarrassing me. Youc always hurt me." I tell him, successfully recalling every moment with him, without wanting to break down.

"I make you cry?" He sounds genuinely surprised and that is actually funny. Like he doesn't know.

Huh!!!

As if he hasn't just humiliated me in front of his friends. Or like he hasn't glared me since I came here, showing me his hostility.

Still he is here talking with me normally, like nothing happened.

He confuses me like no one else. I can't fathom his single intention.

My brain swings nowhere when comes to him.

I snort out a bitter laugh, "As if you don't know."

"I don't mean to make you cry." He still sounds surprised like he can't believe it. He sounds so confused himself.

I am sure that's not true. I think he is again playing some sick game with me. I should leave before he once again win and humiliate me.

"Like you care." I mutter under my breath.

I turn around, breathing rapidly due to his closeness.

Oh he is close,

So close.

I inhale a deep breath.

Bad move.

A very bad move.

His sweet intoxicating scent is drowning me in it and I am defenseless against it. My body has quietly thrown its weapons away in anticipation. My eyes fluttering close unconsciously.

Oh no, no, no.

Danger.

I blink it open as he brushes his elegant fingers on my bare arms, taking a step away from me. My heartbeat paces and my mind going fizzy under his feather like touch. Goosebumps spreads throughout my body.

It must be dream.

It has to be.

I watch his beautiful face trying to find anything on his passive mask. His pink lips, thick lashes and strong cheek bones, everything about him is just magnificently unique, drawing me to him with an immense speed without any break.

I wonder, How can anyone be so breathtaking yet so cruel and still effect me like no one?

I get no answer apart from this silence.

I look in his eye, they inspect me up and down delicately. Everywhere his eyes touch, I feel a strong sensational effect. Brown eyes darken considerably before they come back to mine. There is certain emotion, I can't understand.

"I don't think I like your dress." Comes his clipped and hard voice, breaking me from my stance.

I blink once.

Twice.

Thrice to understand his sentence.

Is he for real?

One second he is saying that he doesn't want to make me cry and next, he is once again insulting me.

He is unbelievable!

A sudden wave of anger I feel surprises me, "And I care because? It's not like I asked your opinion, did I?" I raise my brows, sarcastically.

I am loving my unhesitant self where I am not frightened by his icy gaze. I am rather eager to show him my confidence.

It feels awesome.

I feel awesome.

His face morphs in one of his unreadable one, "No you didn't, but I will give you one anyway." saying he bends little forward, his nose almost touching mine. I swallow hard backing away from his piercing eyes that has captured mine.

Feeling impossible to keep staring. I try to pry my eyes away, but he does not allow it and catches a firm grip on my jaw, making me look in his eyes as he continues, "You are dressed up like a girl who is basically desperate for attention, are you?"

Holy hell!!!

He didn't just imply me as a slut, did he?

Oh hell, what does he think of himself?? 

Bloody jerk!!

I open my mouth to cuss him out but instead I say, "Maybe I am." I feel too tired to entertain him in one of his games. It seems like it's his thing to torment me. Not wanting to give him satisfaction I stare in his brown orbs as I add, "desperate as you say."

His face barely suppressed rage, lips thinned in a line.

Satisfied by the reaction, I swiftly move fast him, giving him a taunting sweet , sickening smile with a shrug, "Excuse me."

Feeling like I just won against him, defeating him in his own game. He must be angry because he failed in trapping me like other times. I am sure he wanted to make me feel good before he would show his true color by embarrassing me. He is sick to even think of me as one of his conquest for fun.

You are more than that.

Yes.

Just because he got me few times doesn't mean I would let him do it again.

I thank to my inner self, feeling determined but even when I really think of this, my heart still doesn't accept him as a culprit. It still think of him as an innocent vulnerable boy.

Deep down somewhere I know this wouldn't be last time of when my heart goes against me.

I have not taken more than two steps away from him when his hand grabs my elbow, spinning me around roughly.

"What the-" rest of my word winds away as his mouth descends toward me, slamming his lips to mine,

Oh hell!!!

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