Broken Strings

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Swecha POV

It is weird how these small moments define most of our life.

How a single touch morphs your thoughts and dictates your heart beat.

A single touch of breath across the cheek escalating your breathing to overdrive and prickle of cold sweat trailing down the base of your neck.

Fingers dancing against the back of your neck where your entire nervous system is concentrating at that moment.

Eyes a mixture of pure shock and unexpected pleasure as they flutter close against his unashamed staring.

How a person can remember every single detail by heart about this moment without an ounce of guilt and blushes every time that memory resurfaces.

And like all the books say, it truly is a remarkable memory, the one which you would take to grave, the one which never gets erased from your mind, the one where you feel your heart beating for the very first time in a way you thought was never possible.

First kiss.

..

"Swecha?"

Jay's voice broke my wayward chain of thoughts and I lifted my head from the pillow and looked up at the door.

I can see his shadow pacing back and forth in front of my room door from the little slit present on the bottom of the door.

"Hmm"

I answered not trusting my voice since my heart is still beating very hard from the incident that occurred last night.

"Um......Do you wanna go out for breakfast or something? I mean if you want to......I mean if you are okay with it.....I mean-Damn!"

I would have laughed if it weren't for my face flushing up hearing his statement and the possibility of spending one on one time with him.

"I am okay! I mean I am not hungry!"

I said too quickly refusing to get up from my bed and open the door.

I could hear his heavy sigh from the other side.

"I think we should talk about it, Swecha. I don't want things to get awkward between us and you were drunk last night. Lets move on from it. It is no big deal either way. Okay?"

He asked. I glared at the door.

Usually in a typical rom-com novels this would be the time where the heroine would feel pathetic about herself and feel depressed that the hero doesn't give the same kind of reaction she was having and tries to avoid him or friend zone him. But guess what? I am not some weak pathetic heroine in a stupid rom-com.

I opened the door with a force I never thought I possessed causing Jay fall front who was leaning on the door. He stopped himself just in time from falling and looked up at me with his emotionless face but after spending months with him I can read the traces of anxiety in his eyes.

"You kissed me back." I declared as if that is the answer to all of our problems.

He looked taken aback from my outburst.

"I am sorry-WHAT?"

"YOU kissed ME back."

I pronounced every word with precise amount of emphasis motioning between both of us.

He stared at me.

"Did you or did you not?"

"I may have slightly moved my lips against yours in a way that would be considered a-where is this even coming from in this conversation? Why is it so important whether I kissed you or not?"

"It is a girl ego thing you won't understand." I said waving him off.

"I am sorry-What?!"

"The point is why are acting like it is no big deal while you obviously liked it and kissed me back?"

"Swecha, you were drunk and we were in a bar filled with people fucking each other and you practically tried to jump me and seduce me into having sex with you, tearing off my shirt and declared in front of the entire club that I am a male stripper and that you paid me into having sex with you when a girl accidentally tried hit on me. You forced me into carrying you all the from the bar to your room and basically tricked me into kissing you. Is there anything else I missed out?"

Well if he says it like that it does seem a little bad but I assure you that he was exaggerating.

"Ah, how can I forget the little part where you wrote my number on the wall of the club and saying I would more than be grateful to do any stripping jobs if required. I had to switch off my phone in order to stop listening to the 'job offers' you got me."

Yep, he wasn't exaggerating.

"But you did kissed me back." I felt the need to state it once again.

"I did."

"See you are-Wait what? You just admitted that you kissed me back?"

He shrugged.

"I did."

"So why are you saying that it was no big deal?" I asked in a small voice.

"Because-"

His voice cutoff with my phone blaring with the ringtone I specifically kept for my dad's secretary. He never calls unless there is an emergency. I motioned Jay to be quiet and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Miss Agrawal? I am sorry to call you at this hour but your father had been murdered yesterday night. Hello? Can you hear me, Miss? Hello?...."

And Jay caught me before my head hit the floor.