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Chapter 1: First Kiss

Under the dark gloomy clouds, she takes her every step with fear, rushing and moving away from the agitation that is haunting her. As she rushes, continuously gazing at the street she wonders from, she collided into a guy.

"S. . . Sorry." She softly utters, swallowing her spit and feeling her heartbeats dash with her chest.

She tries her best to see him but the darkness wouldn't allow her to take a glimpse.

"Find her!" The familiar voice left her astonished, she slightly moved her head to the side and gazed at the men rushing forward. "Oh no!" She gasps, gazing around to find a place to hide and secure herself in.

He starts to distance himself from her and she glances at his disappearing figure. Her heart wanted him to stop and she had no choice but to keep quiet as he's a stranger. Her lips curled a frown and she released a small sigh "Rude. He didn't even ask if I needed help. Why are strangers strangers god." She mummers to herself and panics as the men start getting closer.

The guy stops, rotating his head to the side, spotting few men in Dhoti with plain buttoned shirts, different coloured approaching her and his eyes slowly yet sharply travel towards the girl, though he couldn't see her face, he could sense her tension. He slowly takes his steps backwards and she lifts her gazes, staring at his blind figure approaching her. She couldn't see much due to the dark night and before she could think further, his lips smash onto her lips and his hands wrap around her waist, pulling her towards him. Her eyes widen and her body slightly shivers, she couldn't believe this sudden movement, made by the stranger she hasn't even seen.

She places her hand on his chest to push him off but a voice grabs her instant attention, alerting her.

"Disgusting! Chii Chii Chii!" The men express in disgust, staring at their figures perfectly connected with each other and the shameful act they're representing with their lips.

"This generation is gone bad. They do this shameful act everywhere, they could've at least spared the road."

He slowly parts his lips away from hers, placing his other hand on her back. She was too shocked and scared to even move, it was as if her body had frozen and her brain is jammed.

"Mind your won business." He warns in his deep husky voice and within a second, the torch light was flashed at his face, surprising the men.

"He's Durga Prasad Maheshwari's son isn't he?"

"Sanskaar." He hears his name slip out of their mouths and she blinks, gazing down as she looses her voice.

"Chi. If your fond of these shameless acts then go do this somewhere else!" The man who is pointing the torch at him sighs in displeasure, shaking his head in disbelief as he looks at Sanskaar.

"What's it to you?" He rudely responds, managing to see some faces due to the torchlight.

"Who are you wasting your time with Chacha Ji. Haven't you heard about him. . . He's mannerless, shameless, dirty, rude, dumb and a goon, that is the reason why his father, Durga Prasad Maheshwari kicked him out of the house." His gazes travel to the guy who had scoffed this out, angering him.

"So? Should I print this news out for tomorrow's headlines in the newspaper so that the whole world can know and dance to it?" He savagely replies, allowing the anger within him to take over. "Learn to mind your own business, before judging another person, make sure you're clean first." He adds, insulting them.

"There's no point talking to him, lets go! We are wasting our time."

"You realised now?" He gasps, aching surprised. "Wow, congratulations. . ." He trails off, forming his serious expressions again. "Did I ask you to come here and talk to me? No right so why are you s here wasting your time? Go!" He continues, raising his tone and offending the men, who shake their heads in disbelief.

As the men start moving away, she moves slightly away, distancing herself but as soon as she took another step, her foot bends to the side and she stumbles forward, before she could touch the group, he secures her in his arm, she lifts her gazes and he glanced down at her, managing to see her eyes after coming close.

She was stunned that he had kissed her, she barely knew him and she knew he doesn't know her either, how can a stranger randomly kiss her and this is what is bothering her the most. What really cringes her is that she's quiet and not being able to project her voice against the sudden action he had taken.

He was confused, wether he did the right thing or not, of course it was wrong but he did save her from the men and that's what makes him slightly less guilty of his action. 'What must she be thinking of me, I shouldn't have randomly kissed her, that was wrong but if I think about it, who even cares. My image is already tarnished and ruined by the great, intelligent, smart, big, brainy, know what-to-do, always right, shrimaan mahaan Durga Prasad Maheshwari. If this girl is from this city then she should know how my reputation was crushed in this city.' He says in his mind, feeling insulted and angry, he was now officially homeless and had no place to stay in.

He lets go off her after she had composed herself and as soon as his hands were away from her body, she turned around, playing with her fingers nervously. 'What is this Swara, you need to calm yourself down and just ignore him. Don't mention the kiss otherwise it'll be awkward.' She says to herself in her mind and inhales a deep breath, turning back around towards him, only to see him missing. Her eyes scanned the whole area and finally land on him, witnessing him picking his bags up from the floor.

"I. . ." She mummers, trying her best to say something. The situation was failing her, "Is there any train station or any bus stops around here?" She finally manages to say, feeling her heartbeats increasing due to the anxiousness.

Her soft anxious and nervous voice reaches him, beneath the could night her released a breath, turning towards her. "There's nothing ahead, you'll find something after walking within 1 kilometres." 

"1 kilometres?" She surprisingly replied, querying as she wanted to make sure he isn't lying.  

"Hmmm." He hums and she places her right thumb on top of her left thumb, playing around fretfully, thinking about the situation she is caged in, she was a runaway girl and had no place to hide. The only thing she could do is runaway from this city to turn her back away from the troubles.

"Siyaapa!" She sighs to herself, which he manages to hear.

"Siyaapa?" She lifts her gazes, even though his face was hidden within the darkness, she managed to view the outline of his figure.

"It means trouble. I'm in trouble." She replies, yet again playing with her thumbs.

"Oh, okay." He responds, "Have I met you somewhere?" He adds a question, which had suddenly bugged him.

"Did we?"

"Your voice sounds slightly familiar. . ." He trails off and she thinks for a while.

"I don't know, your name. . . I feel like I heard it before but where. . .?"

"You must've heard it. I'm literally famous in this whole city, not a single person would fail to recognise me and that's all thanks to my father, Durga Prasad Maheshwari who ruined my whole image. He can't keep anything in his stomach so that's why he made this a public stunt to gain more attention." He explains, feeling slightly angry as he remembers the buttery moments he shared with his father, from the past.

Swara was sure she had heard both of these names that had been said, somewhere but wasn't able to remember.

He starts to move away and hearing the sound of his show touching the ground in the silent night, she felt nervous, thinking about being alone. He stops, slightly mover his head to the side and as soon as it was inline with his shoulder, he stopped, ready to speak.

"If you want to be at the bus stop, it will be better to walk rather than just standing here and wasting your time. I'm going to the same destination, if you want to tag along with me then you're most welcome to." He utters just before continuing to move away.

She starts to think. 'Is it safe for me to go with him?'

'He kissed you Swara, how can you trust him?'

'Don't go, how can you trust yourself with him again? What if he does more than a kiss?'

'There's no place to stay, no place to hide.'

'Even if he does something then you have pepper spray with you, use that.'

Her mind was speaking, telling her various of things she should consider before making her decision.

Him moving away too quick was making her fear, listening no more to her mind she instantly starts following him, praying everything goes well.

**

1 kilometre was a long distance, both of there were out of breath. As soon as spotting the bench, he rushed the last few steps to make it there, his legs were paining and he felt like he is about to faint.

Same goes for her, she feels like she is about to collapse due to the continuous walking she had done, she makes her way to the bench opposite him and allows her body to drop on it with a thump, inhaling and exhaling deep breaths. 

Sweats dribbled from both of their foreheads and their heartbeat was fastening, they were exhausted and drained out.

***

The sun rises as the birds begin to tweet, spreading their melodious voices across the city. Swara, who was sleeping on the bench slowly flickers her eyes open, trying her best to keep them opened as the breeze of the win had woken her up. She slightly shivers, sitting up and bringing her palms together, rubbing them continuously to start keeping herself warm.

She releases a yawn, instantly blowing her hot breath on her hand. Her feet fall into her shoe and her eyes glance around the cold empty bus stop.

"It was so cold, I really need to get out of here." She mutters while shivering and her eyes land on his sleeping figure with his face covered.

The incident was remembered by her brain and she stood up, wanting to see his face. Her white, thigh length kurti flys up and she brushes her hands down to keep it out of her face. As she took the slow steps, her mind started listing out few thoughts, mainly telling her to back off and just ignore him.

She stops, feeling her increased heartbeats but before she could turn and/or rush away, he changes his sleeping position during his sleep, resulting him to be on his belly while his cheek was now rested on the bench, allowing Swara to view the other half.  Her eyes slowly narrow as her eyebrows crunch.

"Who is he?" She softly utters, trying to remember where she had seen his familiar face.

The cold breeze woke him up, but he didn't want to get up, he wanted to remain sleeping. His eyes slowly open as he changes sides again, this time laying on his back, Swara's eyes widen as his face was clear and he manages to catch her glimpse before closing his eyes back again.

She gasps, not being able to react properly while he realises, opening his eyes open again and he jerks up, staring at her face.

"You!" Both of them manage to shout at the same time as they were stunned to see each other.

"You're. . . What the. . . You! How can I be so stupid not to realise you're Sanskaar Maheshwari. The only one that's defamed here." She says, staring at him and he glares at her.

"You. . . Oh god, I'm seriously thirsty for your blood. I had convinced my mind that whenever I would see you again, I'd kill you at first sight." He harshly retorts, standing up to face her.

She narrows her eyes at him as her anger rises after seeing his face and hearing his unwanted words.

"Don't have the audacity to stare at me like that, because of you I got kicked out! Because of you I'm officially homeless!" He raises his tone, showing how displeased he is with her. 

"Excuse me! Don't you dare blame me for your acts." She argues back, finally retorting to his voice of tone.

He clenches his fist, turning away while she huffs, storming to herself of the bench.

"She's the one I. . . Disgusting. I need a sick bag right now." He mumbles to himself, feeling disgusted. 

"He's the one who. . ." She trials off, feeling revolted as she shivers in disgust, remembering the kiss. "That was disgusting. Why didn't I kiss a donkey instead, I'd rather prefer to kiss a donkey than this cheap man." She adds as she mumbles to herself.

She turns around and so does he, both narrow their eyes and grab onto their perspectives stuff, walking in a separate direction and away from each other. 

To Be Continued. . .

Up Next: Swara and Sanskaar clash again. . .

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