The Unexpected and Desperate Kiss

𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

I couldn’t believe what was happening. One second, I was glaring at Raj, trying to understand why he’d followed me to my room. The next, his lips were on mine.Raj's lips captured mine in an unexpected, fiery kiss. The world seemed to tilt, my breath hitching as I felt the heat of his touch.

It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a storm. A fiery, overwhelming surge of emotions that left me breathless. I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to push him away, but he was unrelenting. His grip on my waist tightened, not harsh but firm, as if he was afraid to let go.

This is wrong. My mind screamed at me, louder with each passing second. This was Raj—the same man who had tormented me in high school, humiliated me without a second thought. Yet my body betrayed me. My heart raced as the heat of his kiss spread through me. His lips moved against mine with passion and I hated myself for responding.

I froze, then felt my resistance falter. My hands, which had been pushing against him, slowly slid up to his shoulders. I clung to him as if it was the only way to keep myself grounded in the chaos of the moment.Raj deepened the kiss.

When he finally pulled away, I was left gasping for air. My lips tingled, my head spun, and I was furious—at him, at myself, at the confusing mess of emotions swirling inside me.

Raj’s gaze locked on mine, dark and intense. His voice was low, almost a growl. “You can hate me all you want, Saira, but you can’t deny this.”

I stood there, my heart pounding, my lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. I wanted to yell at him, to tell him he had no right to do this, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I stared at him.

Trying to regain control of my racing thoughts. “What... what do you think you’re doing?” I managed to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.

His smirk was faint, but there was something else behind it—something I couldn’t quite place. “Showing you the truth,” he said.

“What do you want from me, Raj?” I whispered

“I don’t know,” he admitted, surprising her. His vulnerability was fleeting, quickly replaced by his usual arrogance. “But I know I’m not letting you walk away so easily.”

I shook my head, taking a shaky step back. “You don’t get to do this to me, Raj. You don’t get to mess with my head.”

His expression softened, just for a moment, but then the arrogance I knew so well returned. “Mess with your head?” He leaned closer, his voice dropping. “I think your heart is more confused than your head, Saira.”

I clenched my fists, trying to ignore the way his words sent a jolt through me. “Stay away from me,” I said, my voice stronger this time.

His smirk faded. For a second, he looked as though he wanted to say something more, but he stayed silent.

I turned and opened the door to my room, stepping inside. But just before I could close it, he spoke again.

“You can try to run, Saira,” he said softly, his voice tinged with something I didn’t recognize, “but you can’t hide from what’s between us.”

I slammed the door shut, my heart still pounding. Sliding down to the floor, I pressed a hand to my chest, willing myself to calm down. But his words echoed in my mind, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the memory of his kiss from replaying.