Shivaay's Pov

It was dawn, when I found her standing in the garden. Looking at the plants. I was in the balcony, stalking her from afar.

What was she thinking about so deeply? I've known her for like a week but I can sense her changing since the last few days.

I walked into the garden, towards her. The mansion was so quite. It was kind of scary. The only person I could talk to was her.

“What are you thinking about?”, I asked her, which made her shudder, breaking her thoughts.

“Nothing”, she replied as if she didn't want me talking to her. What does she think of herself?

“I knew it's useless talking to people like you”, I knew this would hurt her but I didn't care, as long it would feed my ego.

“Then leave me alone”, she snapped which offended me.

“Don't raise your voice in front of me”, I warned her but she looked at me with no fear in her eyes.

“Or what?”, she challenges me. I grab her from her elbow and pull her closer. She looked me in the eye. Her honey brown orbs were basically staring into mine.

Which made my stomach go wild, for no damn reason. Why was I starting to feel so weak in front of her? Hurting her seemed so much easier until that God damned night, she had a nightmare.

“You really shouldn't teach someone as dirty as me”, she pulled out of my hold and left me, puzzled.

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She was watching Tv and I took the seat next to her. She scooted away. What the fuck was problem?

“What's your problem?”, I asked her, pissed off by her behavior.

“What, Mr. Oberoi?”, she asked me. Had she gone mad or what?

“You can't stand me being semi nice but also hate it when I hate you?”, I asked her. She had to choose between one thing. I can't give her both.
"Anika" I called her

“Plus, my name's Shivaay”, I informed her. Maybe she has forgotten that we're in this unwanted marriage kind of a shit.

“Why does it matter to you?”, she asked me, her eyes still glued to that damn Tv.

“So, that I can decide what to do with you”, I told her. She looked at me and then turns towards the Tv again.

I grab the remote from her hands and witch off the Tv. Anika looks at me and then at the remote. The next moment, she all over me, trying to get a hold on that remote.

“Feisty, I like it”, I whispered into her ear. What had gotten into me? Was I seriously starting to like this pathetic girl?

“Heartless? I hate it”, she whispered into mine. I looked at her and my hand traveled to her waist. As soon as I touched her, she froze.

“What are you doing?”, she asked me shocked. Well, I didn't know that myself.

“Shut up”, I told her. It was all happening way too soon. And maybe a part of me didn't want her to stop me.

I hadn't felt something like this in a long time and I just wanted to reminisc it again. Even if it was with girl, I despise the most.

She looked at me all demented. Was she actually that dense? I moved a bit closer, in hope for her to understand my plan.

She kept looking at me, until her eyes widened and her cheeks turned into crimson red. Took her long enough to understand the basic.

“You aren't really the smarter when it comes to this, right?”, I raise my eyebrow and she nods her head. I smirk.

My other hand finds the back of her head and pulls her closer. Our noses are almost touching. I looked at her for consent. Maybe I still had some humanity left in myself.

She looked at me and connects our lips. They feel soft against mine. A bit lost, as if it's her first. And that's when I realize, I'm her first. I can't change that, so I'll have to make it her best.

I push my tongue into hers, giving her the full experience of how a first kiss should be. And she copied all moves. After a minute, it was her, kissing me and not the other way round.

“This doesn't change anything”, I tell her when we pull away.

“I still hate you”, we say at the same time and a smile tugs on her lips. Maybe her social status isn't everything about her. I mean, she is kind of hot. Maybe this is the opposite attracts shit happening.

But what I do know is that I can't care about her or want her. I hate her. And that's how it should be. I don't want her loving me. And I certainly don't want to love.

I don't do that shit. It's all fictional and doesn't exits.
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Amna xx