Don't wanna be his

Chapter 28. A small gift

Jhanvi

"Pakad usko pakad!!!" I screamed at Amaya, and she nodded, running after Kael.

"OYE KALLE BILLE RUK!!" She yelled as we chased him. We were playing with him, cuddling, and running around the room when suddenly he grabbed Amaya's dupatta and darted out. And of course, it had to happen today—when me and Amaya were matching, he couldn't do it any other day.

"SAHIL JI, ISKO ROKO" I pleaded as he and Aryan looked at us amused and were laughing at us as we ran after Kael, clearly entertained. They enjoy these types of free shows a little too much.

We've been running after this panther for minutes. From upstairs to here and they're just laughing rather than helping us.

"Kael sit." He ordered, his voice commanding, and with a quick stop Kael obeyed and I smiled triumphantly.

"Haaa, haaa, mere husband ne tujhe rok diya" I said sticking my tongue at Kael and he growled at me and I glared back at him which made him look down. Kael sat down in submission and let go of Amaya's dupatta. She gasped and looked at me sadly. Her dupatta was ripped from one side and was dirty. I shook my head as if not believing the sight in front of me.

"Isne mere dupatte ka kya haal kar diya" she whined like a child, her voice laced with frustration. I nodded in sympathy. We both treasured our dupattas. Iska dupatta rumal bhi nahi raha, or upar se iska favorite color bhi tha.

"Bille, tujhe main chorungi nahi" she warned, charging toward Kael, and I followed, both of us ready to take revenge. He ruined our matching outfits, we're not letting him go this easily.

But before I could reach Kael, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap with a quick, firm tug. I yelped in surprise, looking at him with widened eyes.

"Sahil ji!!" I exclaimed, but he just chuckled.

"Meri jaann" he murmured, wrapping his arms around me possessively.

He doesn't care about the time or the situation, he just needs a chance to grab me.

"Main appko kuch batana chahta hu" he whispered, his hand slipping to the side of my back, and with a sudden pull, he brought me flush against his chest, our faces inches apart, and our lips almost touching. If I move, we'll kiss, if he moves, we'll kiss, this kiss is final, isn't it? Of course, it is, and that's sending a shiver down my spine. I always wondered how it felt to kiss someone but I never wanted to because a part of me thought it was disgusting, and just the thought of it made me want to vomit, but the way he looks at me makes it all go away. He's always looking at me so..so softly and gently, but his touch and actions are the opposite of it, completely opposite.

"K..Kya?" I stammered. Feeling him so close makes my heart beat faster and I know he feels it, he feels my heart pounding in my chest like this and I know he does it intentionally, he intentionally touches me and makes me want to run away when I can't handle it anymore, then he follows me, grabs me, pulls me close—I took a shaky breath, and our eyes met. I need to take a breath before my body starts trembling. His touch always makes me weak, always.

"Khi.." he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His hand slid from my back to my waist, gripping tightly. His other hand cupped my chin, and tilted it up, before he leaned his lips down, near my neck. I closed my eyes, trembling as his lips grazed my neck, leaving a hot trail of breath. I feel like fainting, my head is starting to feel so light and my body, my body is starting to move closer to him on its own, and I feel like I'm on fire. My heart is somewhere and my brain is somewhere. I told him I was confused about two things, but I didn't mean to say that, I didn't get the right words to really tell him what I was feeling but that was the closest I could get and since that day my feelings have grown, a lot more.