Shot-3

Shocked might have been an understatement for the naive Sanvi's state when her mouth was suddenly being violated by an unknown guy. Her life couldn't have possibly gotten any more unpredictable.

Waking up to the phone call of a drunk friend, rushing out in the midnight to rescue her, breaking into a stranger's party uninvited and then running into a couple having sex and for the cherry on top : being forcefully kissed by a guy in a dark room.  She hadn't ever imagined herself experiencing even a zilch of such a disastrous night in her 18 years old life.

Sanvi wasn't a girl with a wild adventurous spirit. Neither did she have a crazy bucket-list to pursue in her adult life like other normal teenagers. She steered clear from all the temptations of a cheerful adolescent life partly because she couldn't afford to indulge in any owing to her miserable situation. All she aspired to do was to be successful enough in the future to lead a calm, trouble-free life without any drama, preferably away from any human contact, in a secluded cabin in the woods.

She already had seen enough drama since childhood. She had managed to stay away from drama her whole entire school life and she intended to keep it that way until graduation. She have had no boyfriends in her life, partly due to  her stoic personality and mostly because she couldn't dream of having a social life with a rugged background as she had then.

She had always been a nerd who was despised by everyone for being disciplined and regular in studies. Many a times she had to endure taunts and sneers from her classmates but she didn't care if they tagged her as 'the teacher's pet' or 'the boring bookworm'. If prioritizing her dream of a better future ushered in those 'insults', she could happily live without heeding them. They knew nothing of her situation and she was already out of the social radar. Nothing could harm her if she just minded her own business. It was already too late for her to make any friendly connection that required maintenance.

While she did believe that remaining isolated was just fine with her, at times, in a lonely corner of her heart, she felt that it would have been nice to have someone mature and understanding to share her thoughts with,— a person she'd be comfortable being intimate with, mentally and then later physically if she grew to trust the person.

She had absolutely no intention of visiting any high school parties for the next few months till graduation. Yet right at that moment, she not only did visit one but was being ferociously kissed in a lonely corner of some big strange mansion by a guy. 

She was pushed up against the cold wall by the strong body. The room was entirely pitch dark, with not even a sliver of light visible to the eye. She could hardly decipher the face of her attacker in the darkness. Her stunned mind was pushed over to the point of wondering if she had crossed to another dimension in space altogether.

Who was kissing her?

She did see him, didn't she?

Was that him?

Could she trust her vision?

But his voice felt similar too!

No! No! It wasn't him.

Rather, it SHOULDN'T be him in any damn way.

Damn it! What have I gotten myself into? She cried in mind, trying to push the person away, but he had a dead strong grip on her.

His hands slid down the length of her bare arms (which she did try to swat away but ended up slamming her pinky finger against a table corner). As his hands travelled down, she felt him clutching her high up by the hips. She whimpered at the touch and attempted to wiggle out of his hold.

Her breath hitched at the urgency with which he was kissing her. Her eyes automatically fluttered close at the sensation.

Only if someone would barge inside the room right then.

Her first damn kiss was being stolen by this guy and she could do nothing about it. She didn't have any high hopes of getting into a relationship in the first place because she highly doubted the existence of such a guy on the face of the earth that could be with her. But no matter how much she fought it, her first kiss still mattered to her.

The jackass kissing her then had ruined her first kiss and she was determined to thrash him without mercy, if only he would just release her sooner.

'Urrghhhh...' She tried to open her mouth but was silenced by her attacker as he gently squeezed her waist while continuing to tug on her lower lip.

She gasped and gripped his shoulders tightly as his tongue took the opportunity to dive into her mouth. His mouth tasted like freshly brewed strong coffee and she was sent into a frenzy by the newly erupting sensations. Her attacker seemed almost too eager and desperate to leave her breathless by the end.  

Defeated and helpless, she let her mind focus on the guy's assault on her lips. Anger coursed through her veins at the weird strange new sensations so alien to her.

She attempted to bite his lower lip hard enough to make him bleed. But all that the douche bag did was moan loudly and tug her closer if that was even physically possible. Sanvi felt her cheeks begin to burn hot at his reaction.

She still hadn't moved her lips, — still hadn't kissed him back. But with the way he was fondling her lips a few seconds into it, she felt her body involuntarily melt into the sensations of the kiss.

She was shocked at the honesty of the thought in her mind and  although she wanted so much to lie, she felt what she felt right then and that was an inexplicable fuzzy sensation of wholesome goodness. 

Wait, was she really that desperate for some human contact?

The fragrance of his scent was almost intoxicating and Sanvi tried to piece her mind together in order to decipher the identity of the guy whose scent almost felt too well known to her.

The intimacy made her feel rather comfortable and she was baffled at that fact. The guy felt so known yet strange to her such that she couldn't put her feelings to coherent words.

She didn't see him when he pulled her in, or did she?

Perhaps a slight glimpse of neatly tousled hair?

HIS GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL HAIR? A LOCK OF WHICH FELL PERFECTLY OVER HIS LEFT EYEBROW ON HIS BROAD FOREHEAD ABOVE HIS SHARP NOSE AND PIERCING BROWN EYES WITH ALMOST ABNORMALLY LONG LASHES?

She had always hated how his eyes held that stupidly charming glint whenever he scrunched his nose up at her in mockery. But why wasn't her mind processing the image then?

She was most definitely in shock and her state made her reject the image that was crossing her mind repeatedly.

It couldn't be him. It shouldn't be him.

She felt quite helpless but at the same time, heavily tempted to reciprocate. She was torn between the devil and angel version of her own mind.

Her first kiss was already ruined. 

What would have happened if she tried to kiss him back? 

But why the hell would she even want to do that? 

But the kiss was making her feel things quite unknown to her own mind. And much positively towards her liking.

But it was not right! She should knead him in the nuts and bolt like Flash.

She was bewildered by her own conscience. Finding  no other option, she tried to push him away by his strong...No!  muscular?..whatever be it, shoulders!

What is he? Iron-man?

Her mind groaned as her attempts to get out of his grip turned out utterly futile.

"Urhm..."

What ever the hell was the problem with her mind? She found herself moaning to the sultry movements. She wasn't supposed to be liking the kiss for the love of books!

Dirty it would be! Dirty kiss! 

She wasn't in the right mind and she knew that but the atrocious sounds that the guy was making  made her constantly think of a person whose voice was impeccably similar to this guy.

Was HE the one kissing her?

Why was she picturing him in her mind then?

It had to be him!

Wait, had she gone entirely mad?

Why would she even like the idea of this guy being the person that she was picturing?

She was grossed out by her own thoughts. Him kissing her? She'd never ever ever ever in this lifetime would like to kiss him!

However, no matter how much she tried to resist the temptation, she couldn't endure the torture for long. Few more seconds into the kiss, she felt her own lips move smoothly against her attacker's to which he led out a soft groan. She hoped if she tried to go along, the guy might release her sooner.

She had no idea how to go with the process but the guy fortunately seemed to take the lead, probing her mouth to move rhythmically against his. She was shocked at how hot and bothered she felt against his taut body.

She involuntarily glided her arms up his shoulders and locked them around his neck, pulling him more towards her torso. She wanted to pull his hair hard to make herself free but her hands betrayed her own mind.

Her breasts were squashed up against his hard chest as they breathed the same air, making Sanvi feel fuzzy somewhere down there with the very intimate friction of their skin separated by their thin clothes.

Whatever overtook her senses then, she knew she'd curse it for the rest of her life.

His skin of his neck felt smooth hot against her fingertips, and she felt almost as if she had been swept off her feet by a Fire Mage. You know...the powerful mythical character who controlled fire? The thought almost made her feel giddy.

The guy slid one of his palm down her neck, cupping the side of her jaw for a better access to her mouth. She unknowingly allowed him access as their tongues entwined together in a sensuous symphony.

With a swift movement, the guy turned her around such that his back hit the wall and she was almost hauled up in his lap. His palms roamed about her midriff, feeling her curves down the path as his hands glided without inhibition. In the intense heat of the moment, one of his palms sensuously grasped her supple left breast and Sanvi was sent into a haphazard frenzy of sensations all over again.

"Rathore.." An involuntary gasp escaped from the back of her hoarse throat that made her stiffen her lips against the guy's.

WHAT?

What in the name of all that is good was THAT?

Just as it had begun, within the blink of an eye, the guy loosened his grip and she grasped the opportunity to detach her body from his. The moment they released each other, she huffed in air rapaciously and so did her attacker.

The heaving sounds of their uneven breaths reverberated through the room for a second or two. His sweaty forehead rested on hers, too intimately as he hadn't yet let her out of his hold completely.

"Who? What did you just call me?" The guy questioned in between his breath intakes. It appeared as if he was caught off guard by her moaning his last name.

This is the chance!

Her mind screamed at the opportunity and she immediately wriggled her hands out from the sides to get a hold of anything to beat that crap out of the guy and run for her life.

Click!

The room was suddenly filled with blindingly bright lights as Sanvi's eyes shut themselves immediately to adjust to the illumination.

Probably a switch? She sighed in relief.

However, the moment she turned her head towards her attacker, the earth slipped from beneath her feet.

Her attacker released her with a jerk, tumbling backwards, as his eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

"YOOOUUUUU?!" Both shouted in unison and the world stopped spinning for the moment.

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To Be Continued.