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✤ 1.22 losing my life ✤

Posted October 24th, 2018

✤ Sanya: 1.22 losing my life ✤

If you ask, I will not be able to tell you exactly where all this bravery is coming from. It could be coming from the fact that I lost my grandfather and a loved one's death can have major impact in you. It can be very eye-opening. It could be coming from the fact that I was tired of Nidhi and her followers not taking me seriously... thinking they can continue to bully me. I accepted it all when Trisha did it, having a somewhat twisted reason of feeling threatened on losing her best friend, Kriana.

But, Nidhi? No. She is only being a bitch thinking she owns Rihaan. I call this... opening her eyes to the reality. She can try if she wants to get his attention but it won't be on the account of trampling over me. I haven't allowed her to put me down like that. If she had been sporting about it all, it would have been a different story and I would have actually preferred that.

And, well... things with Rihaan...

I look up through my lashes at the first sound of morning when I wake up, snuggled to him. His fingers were firmly entwined with mines resting over my stomach. His breathing was soft and quiet, such deep in sleep. Lips parted, mouth hanging open. That seems to be his thing when asleep. Sighing in content, I twist in his hold so I am on my back and lift my hand to close his mouth. He hums in response, swallowing and shifts closer to warmth. Closer to me.

My own lips part as I try not to gasp and make my reaction be known. He groans softly with his lower body pressing to my thigh and I could feel his morning arousal. Biting my bottom lip, I force myself to move - lifting his arm off my stomach and while sitting up, managing to slide upwards and away. I exhale a breath I had been holding in and stand up, hand on my heart feeling it beating like crazy.

As the warmth leaves him, he stirs awake, turning on his back and stretching, hands rubbing his eyes to clear the haze. He glances up, narrows his eyes seeing me standing over his head, and then they widen. He sits up at once, "I did something again, didn't I?"

I focus on breathing, shaking my head lightly. This is normal, I tell myself. "M-maybe," I clear my throat as it feels dry from having just woken up, "you two should leave though."

He follows my gaze to Girish and breathes out. "Yeah." Getting up, he gives a light kick to Girish, waking him up.

He grumbles, "Hmm?"

"Get up. Let's go."

Girish is confused for a second on finding Kriana next to her but quickly brushes it off and gets up to leave.

Fighting my blush after both leave, I wake up Kriana and peek outside. It did stop snowing but left a blanket of white all around. And that intoxicating scent in the air. I breathe freely in this air, wanting to capture this beauty in my memory with a deep desire to paint it. I wish I had my colors with me. The peaks are covered in white and, there are splashes of red inside of me, fueling these feelings for Rihaan.

Kriana walks out after me and hearing the footsteps, I turn briefly to acknowledge her presence and wish, "Good morning."

"A good morning indeed," she says glancing around at the same scene, probably feeling the same. "I don't think anything else can be this beautiful."

I agree, "Probably not."

She starts a conversating with a bit of hesitation, "So, uh, I really need to talk to someone about this. I'd normally bother Arshiya with this but she's not here."

I gently smile and encourage, "What is it, Ana?"

Lowering her head, she says. "You know, last night..."