She entered the room and locked the door.

Karan was in a deep slumber and was unattuned of everything happened, of course.

Preeta tightened her fist and moved towards Karan. She was all ready to drench him with a bucket of water and slam her hand on his face tightly, but the innocence his face was emitting changed the entire atmosphere of Preeta's mind. A sly smile caught her lips, and her fist didn't have any reason to exist anymore.

She went closer to the bed and sat beside him, with her eyes stuck on his face, pouring out nothing else than love. She entered her hand inside his thick, silky, misshelved hair, caressing slowly.

"Koi bhi tumhara ghalat fayedaa nahi uthaa sakta Karan. Bohot masoom ho tum, bohot pyaarey ho. Magar bohot bure bhi ho, mujhe bohot pareshaan karte ho.. hurt karte ho.. par kyaa karoon, ye heart to heart connection hai na hamara.. yeh mujhe baar baar tumhare paas kheench laata hai."

She took his hand in hers, and kissed it smoothly with her soft lips.

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The sun had rosen up, and the rays were falling on his face waking him up.

He rubbed his eyes and opened them,
roaming his head around the room.

No one was there.

"Preeta.." He called her name, sitting up on the bed. But then reality hit him. He kept his feet on the floor and stood up.

She wasn't there. Gone she was, leaving him alone. He sighed, and made his way to the washroom.

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All were sitting on the dining table for breakfast. Girish served everyone.

Karan came down the stairs with an expressionless face. He was heading towards the main gate, when Rakhi called him.

"Karan, beta nashta karle aake,"

"Mom mujhe bhook nahi hai,"

Kritika stopped eating and looked down. She was still feeling bad about all that happened between Preeta and Karan, blaming herself to be the reason somewhere.

"Beta thoda sa khaale, apni maa ki baat nahi maanega?"

Karan went to the dining table and sat there. Unfortunately & unwantedly, the chair that he sat on was beside Mahira's. Mahiraa smiled a bit, and Karan didn't even notice her sitting there.

He held the spoon and was about to have a bite, when his eyes stuck at a particular position, and he left the spoon in the plate.

"Preeta.." He whispered.

She was there. She was still there. She was not gone. She didn't leave him. Could she even?

A slight smile appeared on his lips.

No one noticed the change in Karan's expressions. Everyone was just eating. Of course, everyone knew she was there. It was just him, who thought her to be gone.

She headed towards the table and sat beside him. She was about to start eating, when a glance at that girl made her stop. Dropping her spoon in the plate, she stood up from the chair.

"Utho,"

"Hmm..?" Karan looked at her confusingly.

"Utho Karan,"

He stood up from the chair, as said by her. She pulled out the chair she was sitting on, and signed him to sit there. He did so, and she sat on the chair he was sitting on.

Karan smiled. His heart was so happy. To see her there, and like this. Like his babydoll. He just loves the possessive Preeta a lot.

Some of the people on the dining table smiled, while some widened their eyes. But Preeta didn't care, nor did Karan.

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Mahiraa was heading towards her room, when she saw Karan passing by. And out of nowhere, she lost her balance and dropped the bags she was holding.

Karan stopped seeing that, but then proceeded to where he was heading.

"Karan.. please yeh uthadoge, mere payr mein dard horahaa hai actually.."

Karan nodded, and picked the bags up.

"Thank you.."

She took the bags from him, and went away from there with a grin.

Preeta had seen that.

She went to Karan, held his arm and pulled him to the room. She took him inside, locked the door and pinned him to the wall.

Her both hands were on his either arms, and her eyes fixed into his. And his in hers.

"Mahiraa se dur raho. Dur raho usse. Wo achhi hai, buri hai ya jaisi bhi hai. Tum usse dur raho. Aur agar tumne meri baat nahi maani, toh mai tumhe chod kar chali jaungi."

He smiled, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Agar tum yeh akhri baat na bhi bolti na, toh bhi mai tumhari baat maan leta. Chodne ki baat nahi kiya karo please.."

"Achha? Kyun, takleef hoti hai?"

"Haan."

Taking a breathe with her hands still on his arms, she looked around, making her eyes stop at the fruit bowl on the table, with a knife kept in it. As Karan followed her gaze, the smile on his face changed into mixed expressions. He looked shocked, he looked confused, he looked frightened.

"Preeta yeh tum.."

"Chup."

She left his arms and headed towards the table. Giving him a smirky side look, she pulled out the knife with a jerk.. making his heart skip a beat.

The sound of her heels was heard by the walls, as she proceeded towards him holding the knife up in the air.

The distance was covered between them, letting only air to pass through.

He gulped. Folding his lips inside, he closed his eyes taking a deep breathe. While her eyes were stuck on his face.

Holding the knife like a pencil, she trailed it from his forehead to his nose, then the lips and finally on the throat. 

"Maarna chahti ho?"

A sly smile carved on her lips, and her head nodded in yes.

His eyes were penetrated in hers, as if deep inside her soul he has found something he would spend his life staring at.

"Maar do."

He said, resting his head back at the wall.

She smiled, letting the knife leave his throat.

"Maaro."

She said, forwarding the knife to him. And it took him no more than a second to take the hold of it.

As the knife was about to feel the skin of his wrist, the skin turned into a smoother one and the knife stopped in the way.

Karan looked at her with her eyes wide open and creases formed on his forehead.

"Mujhe. Mujhe maaro."

She said, with her wrist still in front of the knife.

Dropping the knife on the floor, he abruptly pulled her waist making her fall on his chest. Her body was pressed against his, and his against the wall. His hold on her waist tightened, making her hand clutch his shirt. His other hand slowly travelled to her neck giving it a soft caress, making her breathe stuck in her throat.

"Tumhari saansein rokne keliye mujhe churi ki zaroorat nahi hai."

Preeta closed her eyes as he tilted her head up by her chin. Her grip on his shirt loosened, and she had her eyes peacefully shut letting him go on with the thing she had been stopping him from.

He left her waist and both his hands were set on the sides of her neck gently holding it, while she still had her eyes closed.

Preeta's heart wanted to come out of her chest as she felt his hot breathe near her lips.

She was waiting for him to proceed and he wanted it more than anyone, but for your surprise was being hell nervous- or you can say, shy.

Keeping his flamboyant and flirtatious 'TKL' attitude aside, he's Preeta's Karan who never says it but somewhere gets shy everytime she's close.

Shutting his eyes tight with a sigh, Karan slowly moved closer and finally filled the distance between their lips, pressing them gently.

The kiss was smooth, yet passionate. They were feeling each other, and fulfilling their long time craving.

There was no fight for dominance. They were taking their time to get the whole of each other. Love each other. Feel each other.

Her arms slowly wrapped around his waist and his hand reached her head giving it support, as the kiss deepened.

The memories were still fresh, running in their minds. When they met. When they fought unreasonably. When they lied about hating each other- not just to each other but to their own selves as well. When the other became more important than their own lives for them. When they realized that they've fallen in love with each other.

His hold on her head loosened, and slowly their lips departed.

Breathing heavily, they looked into each other's eyes, getting them locked for an eternity.

It was the first meeting of their lips, and they were never going to forget it.

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And here it ends.