CHARACTERS

★ Prithvi Kapoor ★

★ Saira Sharma  ★

*coughs* This one is a bit spicy, and I mean it *winks*

Mussoorie

It was difficult.

Difficult to suppress the very desirous imaginations that haywired with his mind, with her tender fingers brushing over his shoulder in an innocently teasing way and the other set warmly looping around his neck to curl against his shirt collar. Sucking in an audible breath, he endeavored his best not to attach himself on those pair of luscious lips that were merely a few moments apart as sparks shot up in his spine with her skimming touches.

"Prithvi, wrap your right arm around her waist now!" The instructors exclaimed through the microphone, as the huge sets of cameras whirled around the two of them, "Still, stay still--good shot Prithvi!"

"Saira, move left, a bit more-" The voice reverberated around, as she shifted a bit more closer, not helping the situation either, "Still, stay still! Yeah!" 

"You'll pay for playing," His lips barely moved in whispers, but his dangerously low tone which tingled her earlobe inflicted a wave of shiver down her core which further aggravated as his jaw brushed with her cheek and slightly dipped over her neck. His is balmy breaths erupting goosebumps against her skin and fingers stroking her waist, Saira deciphered her mind going blank with each passing moments; she was too good of an actress but Prithvi appeared to examine all her skills at once.

The cameras zoomed in of the shot, the poor non-living devices merely capturing the shot unaware of the sheer tension that was brewing between those two living souls. Prithvi found himself rooted on spot as he mentally face palmed, sensing that there was no way of executing his funny business as the shot would be taken from her back. While with the direction, Saira brushed her jaw against his, a victorious smirk etching in her mind recognizing the situation as she subtly grazed her long finger nails on his neck, discreet enough for her own good.

His heart thudded with the titillating gesture, suppressing a sigh but he was unfortunate enough as his lover appeared to mercilessly continue with her ways. Just a few moments more and the shot would be over, Prithvi breathed assuring himself but each second appeared like eternities with his inability to do anything.

The final shot, and with that he would take his revenge peacefully--but a sudden thunder and the dripping of few drops on their heads, caused a massive howl amidst the crew, "Move out! Cut! I say cut the shot!"

"Wrap up!"

And before he could allow his ears to grasp the commotion, a certain pair of warm velvety lips instantly brushed against his for a while and darted back. With his eyes flashing open due to the suddenness, he found an umbrella being held over him by a boy, and Saira striding away and whirling back her head at him with a subtle smirk on her lips. Prithvi's irises dilated as he opened his mouth in amusement, but she teasingly raised her fingers and waved it at him, and the wink at the end made him lose his restrain. 

Damn, oh damn. 

Prithvi clutched the umbrella, retiring towards the sheds at the other end while shooting squinting glances at the lady, who stole the same but with a smug expression on her face and he could only imagine it wiping it off her mouth once he would get her at his mercy. He eyed her discreetly while rubbing the towel on his damped hair, with all the chaos that occurred past his self with the wrap up, even rejecting an offer of coffee from the spot boys. 

The shooting of the short film appeared to take the both down a roller coaster ride, the drawing attraction had appeared unbearable on the beginning day itself when Prithvi had to halt himself from chattering on the call when his eyes darted towards the figurine who stole glances at him while being on a formal talk with the other members. She had a pursed smile etched on her lips, with her palm brushing against the other, lowering her lashes with a crimson tint on her jaws once she noticed him trying to look away, after being caught staring at her a bit more than required. 

And an instant hit off was their onscreen and off-screen chemistry; both felt that they were like two perfect pieces of puzzles fitting together in place. Discussing the script became an innocent excuse to have a glimpse of each other, the subtle brushing of their arms past by, the stolen glances with the flush on her cheeks, the sudden coffee date wasn't that casual, and the thudding of hearts with the hesitated yet a desired intertwining of fingers as they walked away one fine day away after the shoot for the day had wrapped; beautiful.

"Gosh, how're you so like me?" She would slap her forehead in intervals with her titters, while discovering a new Prithvi everyday, "Well, that's the reason I am so in love with you," He wrapped an arm around her and tugged her towards his chest, kissing her cheek and melting her heart away. 

Freaking no one could ever make her heart beat that fast, except Prithvi. He made her breath hitch, her heart race and be tranquil at the same time; he made her mornings blissful with his appearance and nights dreamy with his memories.

She had him; she had his heart, she came and stole it so subtly that everything felt like a miracle, she was a miracle. Those mystical pair of doe shaped deep eyes had a channel of oceans to drown him, that smile and innocence had the ability to race his heart like a maniac, he felt what he never felt before with her; whipped. 

Saira lifted her lashes to spare a glance at him, but furrowed her brows in confusion as he was no where to be seen. Only to sense a figure brushing against her back, her lips articulated into a smile as she side eyed him, careful enough not to be spotted by anyone. His  fingers artfully skimmed against her her arm in a feathery manner, her skin feeling butter against his skin as she drew in a breath, butterflies dancing in her pit, "Revenge time, beautiful..." He breathed against her free tresses, his spicy cologne hitting her nostrils as she hummed blankly allowing his back to graze against his chest. 

The raindrops pattered away and slowed, with a slash of thunders here and then but Saira could instead feel her heart thundering against her bosom as his smiling lips swept against her temple, drawing it towards her jaw, setting a wildfire of desires. Lost and blank she didn't realize that Prithvi was in a spree that day for what she had done to him a few moments ago; his fingers cautiously wrapped around the dupatta that was sprawled around her shoulders and in a blink he drew it away, a soft gasp escaping her lips in confusion. 

But it was too late as Prithvi stood apart with a satisfied smirk on his lips, with her netted fuchsia scarf in his hands which was complimenting the navy blue salwar  outfit she was provided with that day. He had already his jaw dropped that morning, as he simply gawked at his girl exiting from the make up room, the simple dress appearing magnificent against her self, and he would be lying if he didn't imagine himself unleashing his desires upon her. 

"Prithvi," She attempted to suppress her erupting shy smile and blush at the same time as she glanced around to check if anyone had noticed their little business, "Give me that.." Her jaws flushed tremendously, and the fact that they could be spotted only heightened the temperature between them. 

"Told you," He stepped back with a mischievous grin etched on his lips as he crumpled the scarf in his palms and teased her, moving away towards a dilapidated building that appeared more darker and eerie due to the clouded sky. Saira's eyes widened, as she discreetly exited from the sets without anyone's notice, following her mischievous lover. 

The trees bent down upon the dark house, its shadows dancing with the whiffs of the damp winds as Saira tiptoed, brushing a palm on her elbow nervously and glancing around, "Prithvi?" Her eyeballs darted around curiously as she stepped into the corridor of the dark building, which was crumbling and creasing. She breathed skittishly, fervently looking around for him and stepping around cautiously, "You there?"

Resting a palm against a worn out pillar, she attempted to peek the other side when a few footsteps reached her ear and before she could process anything, she felt her scarf looping around her waist as she was yanked back, a squeal escaping her lips before perfectly landing against a pair of strong arms, "Told you not to play with me, didn't I?" Prithvi circled an arm around her waist, swaying her back against his chest while she opened her mouth to and shut it back, biting her lips in the process, but a long kiss against her jaw appeared to wither way all her abilities to speak.

He whirled her around by her arm, she hit against him wrapping an arm around his neck and pressing a palm on his chest, breaths escalated with their noses brushing against each other. She hummed back, while his thumb rose up to her face to brush the corner of her lips. He exhaled against her, brushing the tip of his nose down her neck, a sigh escaping her lips as she leaned herself on his shoulder. The tension of being spotted, or being in that crumbling mansion devoid of a single life only uplifted their desires, she rested her fingers upon his eyes, closing them and appealingly grazed it down towards his lips, before he could capture her soft ones with his own, "So what if I play?"

A giggle left her, she pushed him away playfully, striding back and swooshing around to run away. Prithvi chuckled back and trailed behind her, while she hid behind the pillars at intervals and winked at him, luring him more. But an attempt to duck him went futile, as he finally grabbed her elbow in a jiffy and prodded her towards the wall, capturing her in between. 

Close, pretty close to have anything sane running in their minds. His eyes appeared a shade darker, as it trailed around her features, desirous. Her dreamy deep irises fixed upon him, flushed cheeks like a freshly bloomed rose, a pair of crimson soft lips slightly parted due to breath and a bosom heaving heavily, it was way too much for him not to invoke anything non-sinful. Her lashes dimmed in response while his fingers brushed away the strands of hair from her forehead, running it down till the nape of her neck and arm, skimming his lips tenderly on her temple, drawing it to her closed eyes and resting on her cheek.

Her grip upon his arm firmed, sensing the warm pair pressing against her own, capturing them as their breaths mingled.

Moulding finely with each other, she tasted sweeter than honey as he sucked in her lips with all the passion he had. She reciprocated equally, her palms trailing up to rest against his shoulder, while he pinned her more against the wall, intertwining her free set of digits with his own, planting warm kisses against her jaw and the crook of her neck. Prodding her hairs away, she sighed delightfully against his sweet torture, melting away in his arms as, feeling weak.

Her limbs slightly lifted from the cool mushy floor as he wrapped an arm around her torso, not breaking another deep kiss she had initiated drifting in the inner quarters, darker than ever.  She was too in trance to recognize it, blissful shivers zapped down her spine with him exploring her accurately.

Humming, he dipped his fingers underneath to stroke the soft skin of her waist, before descending on the floor. Her delightful giggles accompanied with her aggravating cravings, he drifted to her back to unfasten whatever distanced her from his touches, her raw beauty to be claimed by the rightful him.

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A/N

#Sarthvi 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Was I drunk while writing this? Idk 🤣🤣🤣

*coughs* I hope that there is no ghost lurking nearby to spot them lmao 🤣🤣🤣🤣.

Signing off for today~

Nushkie 🐨