𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓲𝓮𝓼 : 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒯𝒶𝓁ℯ 𝓞𝓯 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓪'𝓼

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Their voices were not raised -but the closeness and the back and fourth -it was electric.

She reached for the knife but he held it higher like a child is teasing another child "adrika you will hurt yourself".

"Aksath ji!"she huffed , reaching up again , determine to grab the knife from his hand .her face was showing annoyance but she was happy inside.

Atleast they are together.

He leaned back on the kitchen wall,raising it higher.

She stepped forward without thinking, itching to snatch the knife but her foot slipped.

Her hand landed flat against his bare chest because of two undone shirt button.her other arm instinctively wrapped around his shoulder to steady herself.

She didn't fell, didn't hurt herself but in this all she was against him.

Her nose touched his neck lower area, igniting the fire within them.their bodies touched and everything inside her chilled .no one dared to move.their heart beating was getting heavy with each passing second.time went still for a while.his grip tighten around knife.

His heart thudded beneath her palm while she forgot how to breath.

She looked up slowly,heart pounding inside ribcage... finding softness in his eyes but-he clenched his jaw because he didn't want it.too much unsaid words was lingering in the air.

For a moment,just for a moment.she smiled maybe she saw something in his eyes or just dreaming and in the next second

"Get off me"he said flatly, coldly.his voice was expressionless blank.

She blinked,still unaware of what was happening against her thudded heartbeat.she was too numb to speak something.

He closed his eyes,anger flashing "do you even think before doing something stupid?"

His voice was not loud but she flinched, stepped back as he actually shoved her.

Her hand fell to her side,face lost its glow in just a second.she lowered her eyes , swallowing hard"i didn't meant to -

"That's the problem adrika"he snapped not loudly but enough for her to flinch,wiping his palm against shirt like her touch burned him.

"You never meant to ....and still end up being a mess"

She didn't reply,just stood there, lowering her eyes.her heart was in throat,eyes shining with tears but they didn't fall.

He turned picked up the knife and walked towards counter.

"Next time just stay away from the kitchen and..... especially me".

That last part!

He didn't mean to say it out loud but it slipped -and it hung there,raw and cruel.she blinked back her tears,cheeks pale, lips parted and then she turned silently.

She walked away, holding herself tight,not to cry in front of him.

Aksath looked at her from side eye but didn't dared to stop her.

The soup shimmerd

Aksath started at it.his grip on ladle was too tight.he let out a shaky breath,leaned arms around counter.

He replayed the feel of her hand on his chest,her soft gasp ,those eyes and then...the look when he said those words.he did'nt meant to that harsh ....

But this closeness -it scared him.

He didn't want to feel it again.

So he did what he can do,shut her out before she can go inside his heart again.