Sanvi's POV

I watched him in disbelief as his eyes went wide and he hurriedly scooted away from me as if I was carrying some contagious pathogen. My own mind seemed to be in a swirl and I could barely think straight. My lips felt all tingly and that warm sensation in the pit of my stomach was long replaced by a hollow feeling.

"SANVI DIXIT? How? Why are you here? Where is...where is the other girl? Oh hell no.. Fucking hell!"

The panic in his voice reverberated throughout the ginormous room which I was noticing for the first time. The blinding lights had subdued my vision but I could see that it was definitely a guy's pad. I was standing leaning against the wall beside the king-sized bed far down from the room's door. I couldn't believe that he had hauled me down so far while I did nothing to evade him.

Actually, I did protest.

What the hell just happened? How could I lose my first kiss to my arch nemesis? More importantly, how could I kiss my arch nemesis and enjoy it?

I was in denial that any any of the things that transpired a minute ago was real. But there he was, standing in all his glory, wearing a black tee shirt and loose grey sweats, looking as devilishly handsome and REAL as any sunny day with that disgusted look on his sweaty scrunched up face. I felt the anger surge back in instantly.

"You ässhole Rathore! What the hell did you do just now?" I snarled at him angrily, wiping my plump lips vigorously. He was looking at me with an incredulous expression as I did that and then proceeded to wipe his own lips vigorously with the sleeve of his white shirt while muttering incoherent curses to himself.

Technically, he was the one to forcefully kiss me in the first place. I kissed him back so that I could catch him off guard and use the opportunity to loosen his hulk-like grip on me and I strongly stood by that belief.

Yes, I did not see him at all upon entering,-not even a teensy glimpse of his forever-beautiful hair.

He was not the one that I was reminded of when I heard that raspy voice in the dark. Absolutely not.

He was not on my mind when I was kissing him unknowingly. Absolutely not.

Yes, and I put my foot down on that belief. As stupid as that sounded, at that moment, I couldn't think of any other solution.

How idiotic was he to just grab anyone from anywhere and kiss them? I could never let him step all over me with that disgusted expression on his stupid face after snatching away my very first kiss.

He didn't get to deride me. This was all his fault.

The more I thought about the kiss, the more I realised how wrong it was. I felt like I had cheated on myself somehow. Had it been anyone other than him, I would not have felt that way but boy did we have some nasty history, Rathore and I. Actually, scratch that thought. I would have reacted equally violently if any stranger had coerced my first kiss away like that. Hell perhaps he'd be getting his ass kicked right then. And in no way was Rathore getting spared for his deed. I was also angry at myself for enjoying that kiss and that too with Rathore? Ew. Ew. Ew. I needed to sterilise my brain upon returning home.

"No. No. No. No. I refuse to believe this. Here, pinch me. It's all a dream right? Are you really standing here? Oh no, my lips!" As much angry as I was then, I couldn't help but be slightly amused at the audacity of this bitch to antagonise me in this situation.

"Stop that! Stop making it seem like you aren't at fault! Tell me, Why the hell did you do this?" I jerked his hands away from his mouth to stop him from that condescending act of wiping his lips till red like he had kissed a cow's butt. His back collided with the wall and he slid down the wall almost too dramatically before regaining his senses in a few seconds.

"Oh give me a break, you snarky girl! I should be the one asking that. First of all, what on earth are YOU doing at MY party?" Rishabh bellowed derisively as he gripped his own hair in frustration and I felt a boiling urge of punching him square on his nose.

I was not only a classmate but his enemy and I would have rather jumped off a cliff without a parachute than stepped on his threshold. The grudge we held against each other went back to when we were in kindergarten and he had destroyed my favourite crayon set and hogged all the credit for MY drawing.

Well, technically, it was a group effort but I had the bad luck of being paired with that 4 year old devil child. The moment I turned out of the classroom with the destroyed crayon box in my hand, the brat pulled my pigtail and called me stupid before sticking his tongue out at me. And I swore, I swore hard that I was going to get back at a jerk like him.

Over the years, our enmity was fuelled by the competition of occupying the highest rank in class. Each year, on the result day, we would stand on either side of the bulletin board till the peon hung the result sheet, throwing daggers at each other with eyes. And of course, almost every damn year we'd have the exact same percentage, as if the heavens were conspiring for us to lock horns. And there began our quarterly quarrel of who was copying whom, the result of which would end in either of us being forced by a teacher to stay away from one another, for which I would be heavily relieved.

We were always put in separate sections for the ruckus that he caused everytime we were together in the same room. However, that jerk would find one way or another to rub it on my nose if and if he made it to the top position alone, which happened only like three times since elementary school.

Although our banters never turned into physical fights yet our verbal clashes, at times, formed the burning headlines of the school journal. Stupid journalism kids. Never trust a journalist. Especially not those highschool wannabes. They'd coax a mountain out of wheat despite your constant pleas for being left alone.

"Puh-lease.. BELIEVE YOU ME, I would rather have a tour of hell than step a foot in YOUR HOUSE. I had my own urgent reason for coming here. Had I known that it was your party, I would not have only broken into it, but destroyed it too!" I spat back at him distastefully.

"Yeah, like you ever could." He rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. Woah boy, he was looking for trouble.

"Even if you were at the party, why would you be in here with me? What happened to the other girl? I knew I shouldn't have turned the lights off when the girl asked me to! Damn it." He kicked the floor with a disgusted face, making me cringe.

"What kind of an idiotic reasoning is that? Shouldn't you have CHECKED if you have the right girl before playing tonsil tennis with anyone? WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU GRAB SOMEONE AND KISS THEM LIKE THAT!"

"Stop screaming for a minute, you banshee! Let me gather my thoughts!" He hurled up towards me and pushed me on the bed making me sit down with a thud.

"How did I end up in this mess!" I grabbed my own head as he paced right and left in visible frustration.

"Exactly! How did you end up in my room? Where is the other girl?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know where is she? I was simply attempting to look into the room when I was pushed by her and you dragged me into the room, you jerk!" He gaped at me in confusion before kicking his bean bag chair with increasing irritation.

"Your stupid ass didn't even give me a chance to speak. How desperate were you to kiss a girl that you wouldn't even ask for her consent, you criminal?" His head shot towards me at the words and the vein on his forehead seemed ready to pop at my accusation.

"What do you think of me, Dixit?" He snarled at me with a heavy pace.

"I did ask for consent! She was in here for the past ten minutes, rummaging through my expensive gaming equipment and teasing me with god knows what kind of a stupid seducing scheme! And when it was the time of the deed and I obliged to decently turn off the light as I was already bored with her constantly grinding on my lap, she bolted right out like we're playing hide and seek like children! She thought I'd follow her after she probably stole a few of my consoles!" He kicked his bean bag repeatedly as my mind almost exploded with his stupidity.

"Was she even you girlfriend? Do you even know her name? What kind of childish sexual games do you guys play? Does every guy think with his penis in situations like this?" I was flabbergasted.

"Look, don't you come in here with your sparkly wisdom! It was a spur of the moment thing. Actually, you know what, I don't want to talk about it! I don't have the damn spirit to engage you right now." He was clearly out of his mind if he thought that I'd let his get away with this easily. I opened my mouth to rain down on him with insults.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Rathore? Your stupid brain couldn't decipher me squirming to be let out from that monstrous hold of yours? Wasn't that forceful? How about take responsibility for your stupid action?" I was fuming.

"What do you want me to do Dixit?" He snapped at me and stopped pacing through the room. "Time-travel back to when I mistakenly pulled you in and slap myself out from committing the biggest mistake of kissing YOU? Because bring me a time machine and I'd bet my life to retract my actions!" He was unbelievable. Did he have a walnut for a brain? Bouts of anger surged through my veins at his non-chalance.

"You! Do you even hear yourself, you jerk? How about apologising for your mistake? Would that hurt your mountain-sized ego, big man? Or are you still thinking with your penis?"
I stood up and charged at him with my fist. I was done with everything.

"I lost my first damn kiss to a forceful encounter and that too to you, you mindless dumbwit!" He resisted my attack at first but let go of his hold on my arm as he stood there with a resigned face, ready to take anything from me. The red print of my palm glistened on his cheek as he looked up to the ceiling. The severity of his actions seemed to be dawning on him when he sighed deeply. I stood face to face with him with a fuming face and an itching hand to strike him again.

"Look, I don't know how things happened the way they happened and I don't care. I know I shouldn't have kissed you like that. Heck I wouldn't even kiss you in broad daylight, even in my drunkest stupor. I am already done with this night!" I don't know how but the honesty in his tone pinched me right in the chest. I felt like I hadn't ever been insulted by him as the venomous words spoken by him right then. Was I that repulsive?

"What do you mean by that, you jerk? I WOULDN'T LIKE TO KISS YOU EVEN IF I AM GIVEN THE BIGGEST OF THE HONOUR!" His eyes shot right at me with a jerk as he stared at me with an amused expression.

"Yeah, yeah sure. That's why you didn't even try your hardest to stop me even when you knew my identity." I stiffened in shock at his words. And it was at that moment that I realised that I did catch a glimpse of him for a microsecond. All the lies, all the coaxing that I had moulded my mind with crumbled down the instant I looked up at him at his accusation.

I did see him! Oh no, I did know it was him. Why didn't I call out? Why didn't I knead him in the nuts and blast him off? I forced my brain to think that I had no idea who the guy was and that I couldn't just push him off. While in reality, I could have? Why the hell did I like the idea of being kissed by him? I wasn't touch deprived, nor had I ever had fantasies of Rathore. Ew. My brain was so rattled with the kiss that I couldn't believe the truth. Rather, I couldn't accept the truth. However, there was no need to torment my mind right then. I could give the situation any amount of thought when I am safely home. Right then, I had to prove a strong front against the jerk standing before me with a smug face. He knew I was hesitating with the answer, that brat!

"I..I didn't know! Hell, why would I kiss you out of my own will when I know that it was you?! Have you seen your face? I bet the girl ran away because she didn't want to kiss you!" I evaded the situation by making a retching noise right after.
Happy with my quick response, I looked at him and saw him staring back at me with that unusual glint in his eyes.

"Really? Were those moans of pain that I heard when you bit me while we were so very passionately sucking face, Dixit?" I couldn't help but look away for a second since his words stung me with every bit of sarcasm that he had intended on them. He knew.

"Tha..that. I was trying to speak through your stupid duckface!" He tilted his head down, burning me with his sharp mocking gaze.

"Dixit...what do you take me for? I heard you moan my name outloud."
He uttered with a poker face in a matter-of-fact tone before flashing me a knowing smug look, making me flush all of a sudden. I did do that, didn't I? Why didn't the earth split up and gobble me up then and there?

I had to change the subject before I could embarrass myself anymore.

"Grow up Rathore. Of course you'll hear your name reverberating everywhere, you narcissistic dog. But do you know what? There's not a single creature in this world that'll like to be associated with you in anyway. Besides, now that I have learnt what happens in your so called house parties, I am more than keen to call Father and inform him about this. That being said, don't ever try to cross path with me again." I remarked haughtily.

"Woah, big talk coming from you. I am so scared." He flailed his arms mocking fear but I knew he could realise that I was capable of anything that was even remotely related to destroying his mountain-sized ego.

"Try me.." I smirked at him and pushed him away before pacing speedily towards the door.

My heart was beating like a drum against my chest but the adrenaline rush almost seemed to be wearing off. I was angry.

"Filthy bastard." I muttered under my breath and hurried my pace.

Before I could realise what was happening, I was pulled back with a strong jerk and Rishabh's palm caged my mouth.

"What did you just call me?" His voice reverberated dangerously.

I squirmed under his freakishly strong hold. My retorts went muffled under his palm as I was literally being dragged by him towards the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, he pushed me against the sink cabinet and my back hit the corner. I winced slightly as he closed the door behind him with his foot, thus cornering me in the worst place in this monstrous mansion. He could easily kill me and dump my body in the bathtub and no one would know. But would he? Knowing my luck and his hatred towards me, it was more than likely that he definitely could.

For the first time in my life, I was actually scared of Rishabh Rathore. Could the day have gone any worse for me?

"What the hell do you want from me? Let me go right now!" I looked straight into his eyes and bellowed, masking my fear in the loudness of my utterance. We have had our share of disputes but none turned such weirdly physical until then. So yeah, I had genuine reasons to be afraid of him then.

He lurked towards me like a beast in its prowl with that stupid smirk etched in the corner of his lips.

"I know many other ways to make you scream even louder. You perhaps wouldn't want me to apply any of those techniques now, would you good girl?" His eyes darkened as he grabbed my arm and swiftly turned me around. My abdomen hit the cabinet and I cringed, looking up to see our reflections on the half-mirror placed above the sink. My lips appeared swollen and my eyes darted towards his reflection that stared back at me with that stupid smug look. His lips appeared red and swollen too and that was when the consequences of our little make-out session hit me. A fuzzy feeling of squeamishness arose from within my stomach, climbing up till my neck, making me redden involuntarily. What the heck was wrong with me?

And as quickly as it came, it soon vanished as I remembered my actual cause of coming.

No. No. Whatever happened was wrong. Definitely wrong.

But you still enjoyed it. My brain intercepted in but I brushed the thought away quickly, reminding myself to deal with that later on. I still had a drunk girl to search for.

"Cat got your tongue now, huh?" I zoomed out of my self-reflection session as Rishabh pushed me against the cabinet, squishing me between his body and the lump of wood (Pun intended).

"I swear Rathore, I'll kick you hard where the sun doesn't shine if you push me one more time. Now let me freaking go!" I pushed him away with all my might, only for him to bounce back and trap me between him and the wall.

"What's the rush? Now that you're here, let me be a good host to you." He remarked, skilfully dodging a punch that I threw at him angrily.

"And no good guest kicks their host. Definitely not when she's the one in trouble for moaning the host's name in an accidental kiss."

The thing that annoyed me the most was his smugness about the entire situation. He believed he had the high ground since I was the one caught trespassing into his mansion but the one thing he didn't know was that I had both the courage and audacity to report the happenings I saw there that night to Father. He'd be more than happy to deal with this situation as there have been several complaints from the parents about the disappearances of their children after their school-hours. So all these party rendezvous of Rishabh Rathore would definitely earn him some good detention.

I sighed under his hold, believing to have reached my ultimate limit of taking his bullshit, before grabbing his collar and pulling him real close to my face.

His eyes widened as he was caught off guard by my sudden act.

"Listen you spoilt brat. Either you open the door right now and let me leave or I go to Father, the first thing in the morning and sputter out all the things I have seen here. Partying with the students on a school night in your own house? I can only imagine how the genius topper of St. Louis will feel in detention amidst all the defaulting students. Tch. What will remain of the reputation you have built in this school only to be tagged as a trouble-maker in the very last year? What about the Championship that you are so ardently waiting for? Tch, you'll be left dreamless. I should feel bad but the pleasure of being the person to do the honour of shattering your so called reputation is just too enticing."

The longing look he gave me after my prolonging threat was heated and I couldn't help but look away for a second. His eyes held a charming sparkle in them that I had never noticed up close.

"You don't know what you're doing right now, Missy.." His voice came out all raspy and breathless.

I was going to say something but I forgot. Although his weird reply did make me realise that we were standing chest-to-chest, with no possible gap between us, all hot and bothered after our little accidental make-out session.

Oh goody. Leave it to me to turn an absolutely easy thing to such a disaster.

His pupils contracted and he clenched his sharp jaw, looking deep into my blazing eyes. He did have some ridiculously handsome physical features to take pride in. Quite absurdly, I didn't notice any of those thing up until then. I could understand why most of the girls in our school fawned over him. He looked even more handsome up-close.

'What?!' My mind shrieked.

Why in the hell was I fantasizing about my enemy?

Arguing and disagreeing with Rishabh was always one of my favourite activities (and the only thing I found to be worth fretting over in my boring life). But right then, my breath hitched when I felt his warm breath tickle my nose. He was playing unfair. That jerk! My eyes widened the next instant and I felt another surge of blush creep up my neck that made my cheeks hot.

Rishabh's POV~

Words could hardly delineate how much I was loving the effect I was having on her right then. We had never been this close to each other before and we certainly did not plan on ever being. But right then, at that moment, something felt warm about our closeness and I couldn't push her away or deride her in any way. I felt restrained and that surely frightened me. She has always been the girl I never wanted to cross paths with yet ended up bickering with the second we did. We couldn't stay in one room for long without throwing snarky comments at each other. Not gonna lie, most of them were from my part but she never backed away from retorting equally mockingly.

The sight in front of me right then was something alien to me. It was definitely a peculiar and albeit rare sight of the Sanvi Dixit flushed like a beetroot. She was behaving so strange. The girl I knew was a rebellious, no-nonsense and definitely not an easy going girl and she undoubtedly had bunches of retorts up her sleeve. But the girl in front of me appeared so innocent and sweet with her big brown eyes, beautiful parted pink plump lips, blushing over her neck.

Her aura and personality was honestly something to be admired and I often found myself befuddled at many of her actions. But hell would freeze over before I admitted that in front of her. She was this bold and confident girl who might forget to eat but never delayed in her homework. I did admire her at times, but during our fights, all the admiration used to go down the drain. It was either me or her.

My eyes couldn't help but rave over her tiny frame, taking in her appearance. She had a Pokémon tee-shirt on and it just melted down my initial intention of scaring her. I admitted that she looked super cute in that baggy Pokémon tee, albeit to myself. I had never seen Sanvi appear so damn appealing. That must or must not have been my hormone talking after that little turning-on session back in my room. I needed a cold shower and I was rather flabbergasted at the influence that made me wanna take one. Sanvi Dixit is attractive? Wow.

I just couldn't stop thinking about that accidental kiss we shared. I admit it was my fault not to check twice before grabbing the girl and kissing her. And honestly? Once I had the taste of those lips, I just couldn't stop. It was like this invisible force, urging me to ravish her right at that moment. It was the moment we parted that the world came crashing down around me.

Now, the issue was that, her cheeks adorned an unusual reddish hue to his surprise! God? Why was the girl playing havoc with his mind with so much unique traits today? My mind groaned as I tried striking a conversation.

"Umm.. Dont you dare inform Father about it.. Okay?"

I tried to soften down a bit with my movements as I sensed her discomfort under my strong hold, albeit keeping my tone straight.

She tried to sharpen up her composure but failed terribly. She ended up looking directly into my eyes as I spoke.

It was then that I noticed a bit of glister in her eyes. Her eyes... How come they became so much appealing? I felt myself rooted to my spot as I gazed upon her eyes, capturing them for a perfectly prolonged eye lock.

We stayed in the same position for a moment; my hands clutching her arms behind her waist, our frames pasted to each other and our eyes locked. The chaotic silence was broken by a bang on the door of my room.

"Rishabh?! Rishabh?! Open the door." I heard a lady yell from the room, and that did it. It didn't take long for me to jolt away from Sanvi and start counting the last seconds of my life. Mom was home. She wasn't supposed to be there for the next two days. She must have had hopped on an early flight.

My shocked state clearly befuddled Sanvi. I gestured her to hide behind the bathtub curtain and directed her not to come out or make any sound. To my utter bewilderment, she agreed without any further argument or protest.

Holy sharks, was she high or something? But she didn't reek of alcohol and I was sure of that. Obviously after the 'accidental' deed, I already knew what her mouth smelt, or tasted like. Wow, get a grip man.

Without wasting another minute, I dashed out of the bathroom to open the door to greet Mom.

I quickly grabbed a towel and hung it around my shoulder before welcoming as very suspicious-looking mother into my room.

"Yes.. Mom.. I was just freshening up.."

"You so early?" I hugged her as she stood in front of me with a poker face,- while also stealing a quick glance at the bathroom door to check if Sanvi had finally decided to take revenge on me by bursting in the room in Mom's presence. I would get definitely get murdered today. My heart was racing like a horse.

"You were freshening up in your party wear?" The look on her face, after a do-over of my frame was anything but pleased at meeting her son after a month. I winced at my stupidity.

Well, shit.

"Where is your phone? I ringed you so many times from the airport. I'd have to walk him had the attendant not picked the phone at the right time. Tell me the truth Rishabh. Did you host any party here tonight?" She narrowed her eyes at me and the carpet beneath us seemed a much more interesting subject for me to look at right then. I could face anything but my angry mother. She could see through anything.

Wouldn't you flip, Mother, if I tell you that I threw this party in your absence? The one which you crashed right now had led your son to hide a girl back in the bathroom?

I would have preferred if she had been a little gullible.

"Truth! I demand." You'd know that it was serious when she had to use her Executive Officer tone to get some words rolling outta my mute mouth.

"Woah Mom.. Some friends of my group wanted to hangout but they couldn't find any better place, so I asked them to come over.. And you know how playful and wild those kids are? They must have littered a lot, right? I'll tell the attendants to clean up right away." I scratched my neck as I answered the half truth.

Mom didn't buy a single word and kept glaring at me with that I'll-make-you-clean-everything-if-you-don't-tell-me-the-truth look. I have seen a quite few of those looks to know that I was in fact going to clean the whole mansion that night.

"What? I am telling the truth mom! Believe me.. Anyways let this topic be for some other time. The party...hangout is over. You must be tired due to the flight. Freshen up and sleep. You'll find no evidence of any party... hangout ever held in your house tomorrow when you wake up. I'll go get to work right now." I held her and slowly pushed her out of my room.

"Better if you arent lying Rishi... I want the hall tip-top tomorrow. Call the attendants and ask them to help you clean up. I have some important clients coming over for breakfast in the morning.. It's your responsibility. And don't you dare leave all the work on the attendants or sleep before you finish cleaning!" She patted my shoulder and turned towards the door, carrying her luggage.

I held my breath in until I heard the door of her room shut close. What a lucky day it was to be alive! I could presume that the kids at the party were already gone, considering how calm Mother was about it all. She would have legit flipped if she could see any of those dumbwits piling up in the hall as they were an hour ago.

Hold on.

What if some of those dumb kids are still busy fornicating in the empty rooms of the mansion? I groaned in frustration, banging my hand on my head, cursing myself for holding the party in the first place. Who knew it'd be this big and crowded?

All I could think about then was to hurriedly check on the rooms and throw them out before anyone else saw them. I'd have to count my days if my Mom was the one to catch them.

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