I Want To Unlove You

chapter 77

Geetha's pov :

"Just...just leave me alone." I said as I tried to walk away fro him.

I don't want to fight with him yet I think I am doing the same.
The least I could do is to make it less hurtful.
So before I utter something which I don't mean I tried to go but I had to haul my sauntering as I felt a hold on my waist.

I know it was Adi's warm hand...but when I attempted to remove it with the eaqual force he flipped me.

Gosh!!! Am I a pancake or what???

"What happens if I fell down?" I thought.

"I won't let you fall...I will hold you till the eternity darling." He whispered looking straight into my eyes making my heart flutter badly.

I furiously blinked my eyes to remove the daze that's filled in my eyes.

"I love you Adi...so so much" I said giving up on my tantrums.

"I love you too darling." He said looking into my eyes.

Even if I die at this very moment I won't have any regrets.
I got what I have always wanted...his love.

Suddenly his eyes trailed down looking at my lips...and before even I could comprehend something he crashed his lips on mine making my eyes almost fall out of the sockets if not for my orbits protecting it.

I was so shocked...in a positive way or you could say I am surprised.
I didn't expect the kiss is on the way when we started this conversation.
Hell I thought we are gonna separate.

But this is such a good method to knock me into reality...so dreamy , but it's so real too.

I mentally did all the dances I saw in the memes unable to hold my excitement.

So finally after many yesr we are getting to kiss.
This time I don't have anything to fear.
He is kissing me...as my rightful partner , as my husband whom I would never stop loving for what he was until I stop my last breathe.

Suddenly I winced in pain when I felt a bite on my lips as I frowned looking at him.

His one hand was on my nape and other was holding my waist in support.
He was jus few centimetres away from me.
As our chests are heaving to breathe our body's are plastered together and our lips were just gracing other's as a temptation.

'Why did he stop kissing??' I thought.

But I couldn't interpret anything. I pouted in disappointment as I don't want this to stop.
Us to stop.
When we are finally happy.

"Why are you pouting your lips so cutely." He asked as he rubbed them with his thumb.
I closed my eyes as I tried not to make any sound further.
I am sure I might sound as another individual who is definitely not me.

"Why did you stop?" I asked finally with my eyes closed...

But I regretted asking that.
Why would I even ask that??
If I wanted to kiss I could just moved a bit forward and yayy!!
But now I just made it more embarrassing.

I mentally scolded my self for becoming a wanton woman...

But...the idea of kissing him is surely tempting me to no extent.

He ruffled my hair making it more messy...

"Argh!!!" I said in frustration.
I don't like to braid my hair again and again.
Now he is spoiling my hairstyle...I complained mentally.

But my traitor mind replied
' As if your ponytail was neatly brushed with no mud or grass incorporated into it after your rolling in the soil fiasco'