Behind The Scenes

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Shraddha's POV
(T-series Farmhouse)

I was slammed against the wall, caged between two strong arms. My chances of breaking through them was in negatives.

The proximity me and the man in front of me shared was something that could not be explained.

The man being my best friend changes the whole meaning of this moment.

I looked up at him, only to be shocked by how dark his eyes looked. I could feel the little whispers of breath that were let out from his mouth. The air around me smelled like breath mints and whiskey. A weird but satisfyingly calming mixture.

His demeanor screamed guilefulness. The man was cunning, he knew what he wanted, when he wanted it.

When I first came here to express my disgust, I knew that I won't be going out of here with only a one sided conversation. The points that I picked,  probably ticked something off inside of him. That was the point anyways. I wanted him to open up, he won't open up if I simply just asked him. Edging him on was the only option, so that he loses his cool and spill the thoughts that are eating him alive from inside.

But, I was wrong. Oh, I was so wrong. I forgot this was Varun we were talking about. He will get edged on and lose his cool, but that is if he knew you were not doing it on purpose. If he finds out, that all your actions are for a purpose. He will do anything and everything for you to slip away from your destination.

"You don't know me Shraddha. Especially not after leaving me for 6 whole years." He said in a calm yet deadly tone.

"You don't know what those 6 years of my life contain." He said, inching a little closer to my face.

"Well they obviously contain something that has turned you from your happy-goofball self to a dark and cold monster." I said, glaring right into his eyes boldly.

"I am not a monster!" He roared, his hands leaving my side for a second, just to slither into my hair, to grip the back of my head. Pulling my face closer to his. He screamed anger. He stood there with his teeth clenched,  pupils constricted, veins popping, while his eyes glared at my soul.

I regretted my decision of calling him that word. Monsters are people who want the worst outcome for another. They spread hate and negativity. Their souls are dark and evil. Even though, Varun has changed into a more darker version of himself, he could never be considered as a monster. Even thinking about it makes my heart hurt.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean it in that-" I was interrupted before I could finish.

"If I was actually a monster, you wouldn't be standing here, with your mascara and lipstick in place. They would have long disappeared. Mascara would have disappeared because of the pain I'll cause you and the lipstick-" He whispered, leaning down towards my ear until his lips brushed the outer layer, sending sparks all over my body. He left his sentence hanging. It was on the tip of his tongue, but him and I both knew that, if that tongue slipped, it would be game over for the both of us.

He reeked of alcohol, I knew he was drunk. But that fact didn't help me get rid of the butterflies that took over my stomach.