Dev's POV

"Happy?? Did you think she was happy? She fucking tried to commit suicide DEV!!!" Jatin yelled as my entire world mind blank.

"Sui..cide??" my voice came out as a whisper after realising what Jatin just uttered.

"Yes, I promised her I wouldn't share this with anyone, but you gave me no choice today. After you left Delhi, everyone in the college accused her of being a gold digger and bullied her. Even I ignored her. I was angry with her too. But a few days later, Pooja got a call from her house saying that she was admitted in the hospital. When we went there and found out that she tried to commit suicide by taking over dosage of pills." he paused closing his eyes in pain.

I was completely numb. I didn't even know what to do. My entire body had goosebumps when I imagined what she must have gone through. Why Sonakshi?

"We tried so many times asking her the reason, but she never told us anything. She became very depressed over time. We could sense that she was hiding something but we never forced her. She worked hard for this job, Dev. A year later, her father fell ill. He stopped working and all the responsibilities of her family fell over her shoulder. You always called her a gold digger, right? You know what? After you left her, there were many rich guys who proposed to her. But not even once, she gave others a chance. Since last year, her parents have been forcing her for marriage, but she just rejected every guy with no good reason. Every proposal she received were from big businessmen."

"Why?" I asked, completely flabbergasted.

"I don't know Dev.... I don't know why she is like this. By being juts a normal friend, I can see through her lies. Why can't you see that? I expected you to be able to read her eyes better than us, but u just failed, Dev. You proved me wrong." he said sadly before leaving the place.

I just stood there trying to register all the information. It was painful, but that's the harsh truth. Whatever Jatin said, was true. Why couldn't I read Sonakshi's mind like they did? Was I too involved in my own problems that I failed to notice something amiss? Was I wrong all this time?

It's true that I hated Sona for being selfish and heartless all those days, but never in my wildest dreams I wanted her to be dead. Just the thoughts of her trying to end her life gave me immense pain. She was my only motivation to live. How could she try to end her life? Why should she? Was it because of me? If then, she could have called me or tried to reach me right? Why didn't she contact me after our breakup?

Why Sonakshi?

Brushing my hair with my fingers, I quickly left the place to look for Sonakshi.

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When Dev walked to the hall, Sonakshi was standing in the corner and having a conversation with Riya.

"I am really sorry Sona, I didn't expect them to be giving me this promotion. You are the most deserving person for this. Do you think I should talk to Dev Sir about this?" Riya asked, making Dev halt in his steps. The moment he heard Riya's question, he stopped himself behind the pillar and decided to listen to their conversation silently.

"No...no. That's completely ok, Riya. I am really happy for you. My promotion can wait for next year. You worked hard too and you deserve this." Sonakshi said with a smile.

This conversation made Dev's heart prick sharply. He felt deeply depressed by Sonakshi's words. She sounded sad and dejected. He felt guilty, but there was nothing he could do to turn back things. If he snatched away the position from Riya, that would become another blunder in his list too. He definitely didn't want that.

Sona's POV

While I was talking to Riya, I suddenly sensed a pair of eyes staring at me through my peripheral vision. Before I looked behind, I heard a someone interrupting my conversation.

"May I have a dance with you Ms Bose?" came an authoritative voice. Riya's jaws dropped in dismay while my hands froze on it's place. No...

Of course, it was none other than the famous Dev Dixit. His voice sounded more like a demand and I had no idea what game he was playing now. Realising the tension between us, Riya politely excused herself and walked away. Without giving me a chance to speak, Dev just grabbed my wrists and pulled me to the dance floor.

Reaching the dance floor, he drew me closer towards him and stabilised my body against him. Wrapping an arm around my bare waist, he yanked me until I collided with his chest. I cursed myself for wearing this saree as I felt his hands roaming freely on my bare waist. You are so stupid, Sona.

It became difficult to breathe when his other arm reached for my palms and his fingers interlocked with smoothly mine. I had no idea how easily he could do this. It was almost as if he was trained to dance with ladies. The position was way more intimate than I had expected and it was giving me an anxiety attack.

Dev slowly started to move according to the music while my eyes kept gazing at him. I was just lost. Becoming completely unaware of what was happening around me, I started dancing to his steps too. It almost felt like a dream to be held in his arms and dancing to his tunes. It was too overwhelming that I slowly forgot everything that happened a few minutes ago and brought my arms up to hold his shoulders. All that mattered to me now was him. Only him.

He twirled me, and then I came back landing even more closely to him. I could feel some jealous stares and suspicious looking eyes at us. But I really couldn't care about them. When the music changed, a sudden realisation knocked my senses and my eyes enlarged.

How could I be so dumb? How did I let my emotions flow so I quickly? How did I forget that Dev could always use it to his advantage? No, Sona.... Snap out!

I was quick to put my hand on his chest, when I felt Dev leaning closer to my face.

"What are you doing .....De....Mr Dixit," I asked him. I really had to control my tongue from calling him by his first name.

"What? Can't I have a dance with the most beautiful women of this evening?" he asked while grazing my neck with his fingers. I slowly tilted my head towards his fingers, feeling ticklish and sensitive over his touch.

"Beautiful?" I whispered, not trusting my own voice.

"Yes sweetheart..." he cooed so softly that only I could have heard.

I couldn't hold a proper eye contact with him as I started to get a bit emotional. Being in his arms brought back too many memories and I couldn't deal with it. I wanted to move away but he held on to me tightly letting me know that he has no plans of leaving me. This was bad...

"Leave me. This is inappropriate..." I said with a heavy heart.

"I am sorry..... I hurt you, didn't I?" he suddenly asked, making me look up for the first time. His eyes held loads of guilt in it and I knew his apology was genuine.

"It's ok Mr Dixit... I can handle it" I told him with a forced smile.

"If you want, I can arrange for your....urm... salary increment?" he asked and I stopped abruptly in that dance.

Finally, for the first time in these few days, I saw a different emotion in his eyes. They were full of curiosity and simplicity. It looked like he wanted to ask more questions but stopped himself. Was he testing me? Is he playing another game and make a mockery out of it? I didn't know.... I just didn't know who he was anymore.

"It's ok, Mr Dixit. I can handle this." I said firmly. I couldn't handle looking into his eyes anymore as I felt the tears brimming on the corner of my eyes. I just leaned my head on his shoulders for some support and felt him stiffening in his place.

His hands slowly caressed along the length of my arms to my waist and he softly pinched me there, making me flinch slightly.

"Dev???" I held on to his biceps harder and gasped. What the actual hell?

"I really did underestimate your beauty and touch, Miss Sonakshi Bose" he said pressing a kiss on my nape. Okay, I need to go. This is not normal....

I was getting conscious of the people around us and tried to leave his arms forcefully. But the harder I tried, the stronger he gripped my waist. His hold was firm when he looked into my eyes. Bringing his fingers up, he seductively brushed his forefinger around my navel and went on top until it touched my blouse. Using his other hand, he brought my fingers near his lips and kissed my knuckles slowly.

This time, I just couldn't help the feeling of hormonal rush all over my body. A small moan unconsciously left my lips.

"Devvv..."

"If you moan my name one more time, then I swear that I would drag you to a corner, pin you against the wall and have my way with you there, sweetheart...." He told huskily and my breathing got hitched. I couldn't speak when his dominating voice echoed in my ears.

I kept looking at his eyes and panted rapidly. Is he possessed? Or am I hallucinating?

"D-Dev...." My chest rose up and down in panic. His lips curved into a gorgeous smile and he slowly moved closer to my face. His lips barely brushed against my ears when I heard his seductive voice.

"Breathe Ms Bose"

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My first attempt on writing an intimate scene. So, this is how it started guys! It's a long journey now and I have learnt a lot during the way.

Tell me what do you think about the characters and the story. I would love to listen.

Precap: Devakshi's first encounter (Flashback)