Destined

*09*

Shravan was stupefied. If anything he had imagined, was definitely not this. He never thought a simple kiss could turn into so much more that he would want to continue this until his last breath. The way Suman felt under his hand was something he was not going to forget for a long time. 

Yes, they did kiss that night, but Suman was out of her element and being as drunk as she was, Shravan always had this thought at the back of his mind that he would never let things go out of hand. But sober Suman was a firecracker. That timid movements of her lips had become a torrid outburst that he thought he would burst into flames. 

Without his consent when Shravan's hand made its way towards her neck, he could feel the goosebumps on her skin, and something snapped inside him. How he wanted to be on his legs, how he wanted, he could show her this kiss wasn't the only thing he wanted to do to her. He could feel every little curve of her, where he put pressure and she hissed with pleasure.

Shravan made her slide more into his lap so that she could feel what she was doing to him. But much to his happiness yet dismay she ignored the fact. He was sure that Suman had lost her mind completely when she tightened her arms around his shoulders and without thinking pressed herself to him.

"Enough," Shravan removed his lips from her, as he breathed, "this is enough." Swiftly unlatching his hand from her waist, he pushed Suman out of his lap. Suman stood there, as though she had completely forgotten the place and time, and how beautiful she looked with those cherry lips, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, that unruly hair that had escaped her otherwise perfect bun. 

"I," she mumbled straightening her dress, "I am,"

"I said enough," Shravan rattled in his wheelchair as if he was in unbearable pain, "if you are wise, get the hell out of here and never come back." He gasped for air when Suman didn't move an inch from her place. It looked like she was way too flustered for her own good, "I am hanging by a little thread here, Suman. If you don't want to make the gravest mistake of your life, then I demand you to flee far away from me. Because if I lose my sanity, I wouldn't be able to think about what is right or wrong." 

He closed his eyes while pinching the bridge of his nose, "Please, don't make me cage you," he heard a soft gasp, "because the world be damned if I would let you be free once I have you for myself."

And Shravan knew she ran — her scent still lingering in the room, he took in a chestful of air only to make things worse. Shravan Malhotra was in pain, no, it was not physical. If it were one he would have endured that with a smile, but the void in his chest made his breathing erratic. He hadn't felt it since — no, he hadn't felt such pain ever. 

How he wanted to call back Suman and ask her to stay, how he wanted to think her very existence was only for him. But he couldn't, no matter what, he could never be so selfish. With rage building inside him, Shravan swung his right hand on the table in front of him, making the things scattered on the floor. 

He grit his jaw, trying to move at least a finger of his left hand — but he failed, "Damn it! Bloody, at least move a little!" Shravan grunted while the tears made his eyes haze.

"Bhaiya," Shravan snapped out of his miseries, "you know you shouldn't put pressure on yourself, it won't do any good." Pushkar sighed. 

Shravan let out a humourless chuckle, "I thought you have already left." He looked at the ceiling.

"Suman called." Pushkar slowly went on his knees and started gathering things. He lifted the laptop from the floor, "I guess, it is a piece of garbage now."