• Confrontation •

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| Agastya |


"Not you!" I told Aditya and instantly pulled Lavanya for a damned kiss. 

It started off as a rough one to show that she's still mine, not his but with Love, I just melt.
Her soft lips coated in brown gloss, had been inviting me since the moment I saw her walking through the door but I managed to keep it to myself.

But Aditya? Not in front of him.
I don't even care if they have started dating or seeing each other. I can never let this happen for God's sake. 

I snaked my hand around his waist pulling her closer to my body, till we both were glued, my other hand caressed her face, which ultimately made her moan.

She was so fucking sensitive.
She drives me crazy. Her every moan, grunt, even a cuss word produced by her gorgeous mouth, makes me lose it.

My teeth bit at her lips and she opened her mouth, allowing me to kiss her with more fervour.

She kissed me back! For a split second she used her lips against mine, tugging at my lower lip, harshly, but then she stopped.

I saw stars. A fucking galaxy, in that second.

She kissed me until she pushed me away. She looked at me baffled, in love and in hate.

While, I just came back from the door of heaven.

I looked at Aditya and he was already standing with his head fixated on the road, his knuckles going all white.

I didn't think I needed more to say and prove to him.
So I chose to walk away, because I knew Lavanya's harsh words would take it all away from me.
My pleasure, my happiness.

But that was all last night.

"So you kissed her the very night you met her?" Lara gapes at me, with her hands covering her mouth.

She is stunned.

Even I am! I don't know how I did it.

"Yeah." I smile, thinking about it again.

"And what do you think she thinks about it?"

"A grave mistake on her part to kiss me back for a nanosecond, to even allow me to do that to her."

Lara resists however, "But she kissed you, she loves you."

"I know that Lara! She loves me because there's no way she was crying when I was dancing with her. You don't cry for people you don't love. But it's all about consent."

"What do you mean?"

"She doesn't consent to love me." I say out aloud.
"She doesn't allow herself to love me because neither do I deserve it, nor does she like it. She just loves me because she's helpless. If it would have been in her control, she would have killed me right there. She hates it that she feels for me. And I respect it. Because my mistakes are too big to be pardoned."

"And if someone doesn't like the feeling of what they do, then it's worthless. I may do a task but if I am not doing it willingly, then it will reap me, failure in the future. We are a failure Lara. I am a failure of her life."

"I don't agree with you." Lara steps back emotionally.

"She must be punishing herself for what I did last night. I just know her." I reply, without agreeing to Lara.

"I still don't get you. If she wasn't willing then she would have slapped you for kissing her without her consent. It's a fact that she has allowed you to touch her, ruin her again."

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