Loving the wrong guy✔

Mirror of the jerk



Chapter - 14

Mirror Of The Jerk

Alia

Running away from him was the only perfect option I found after what all I had started to feel for him.

My attitude changed for him after that kiss which ignited the feeling for him and I was flaming from that moment.

He was fire for me. Fire, burning me.

I hadn't had any idea that I would ever fell for him. But I did. I knew it because when each time he came near to me, emotion surged all over me for him.

His eyes had started to see me differently. That desire I saw on his eyes on the lift scared me a bit though. I never noticed the blackness of his eyes. Black is the rare colour . He had the rare coloured eye which shone at moments like when we kissed.

And it was starting to drown me in them. But when my head processed to what I was getting into, I pushed him away.

Black means danger.

It signify negative connotations.

Death.

Mystery.

Darkness is black.

I fear darkness. Daylight bring life. Black is death.

But my thoughts changed next moment. The shine on his eyes forced me not to see this part.

After Darkness daylight peeks from my window.

After each night lies the hope of best next day.

After night you wake up fresh, to carry out new day.

You might fear darkness but still you hug it for the hope. It was that what I felt for him.

He was night arousing hope in me for the best. Still I ran away and was sitting at the last corner in my class. I might a show my confidence but I was p***y, coward. He was claiming over me.

But I doubted if that were true. His feelings were true. He caused me to fall on my first day physically but now I was falling mentally for him.

My thoughts interrupted when Dhruv placed his hand over my shoulder.

" What's up with Alia?!"

I smiled and greeted, " Hey. Am sound. You?"

"Still tired. You know ' Abhi to party suru hui h'. " He sang moving his hands. " But where you went. When you excused.. You said the call. " He flashed his mobile. " But you went away. Where were you? "

My memory replayed the night and I gulped when I remembered my moan. " Urgent call. I mean I needed to go somewhere urgently. "

" Okay. Something else. " he forced.

" Your over sincerity. " Yes. It irritated me. He said 'what' to himself. "Yes. Where is your over sincere gang. They hanged like hounds on loose yesterday."

He was at horrible expression making session while I continued to hide my real meaning to him.

"What? Speak up. i***t. I'm asking about Shruti. Abhi. Sameer. Richa." I blurted stupidly.

"They are coming. I came... " And then I heard them all.

" Someone was called so badly that they didn't returned to say even bye." Shruti chortled and Richa joined, "No replies to the text. Nor to the calls. "

" She was worried about my statement. " Abhi laughed. " I was kidding. No matter how harder I wanted to screw you three. " He made the 'o' from his mouth and I wanted to smack him.

" What? " He noted my reaction and chuckled. I ignored him.

Classes went by and I didn't catch anything the professor went on. For me they were blurting. My mind was somewhere else the whole time.

On brake, I shivered at the thought of going to Cafe. At the thought of confronting him. I told them I needed to go to library so they went themselves while I walked to library. I thought he wouldn't be there I won't see him.

I kept my bag on the locker and paced Inside the library with a notebook, ID and pen. I took my seat at the far end. Placing my notebook with ID slid Inside it and pen on desk, I decided to check English literature section. I read the titles of the book.

' God of small things' by Arundhati Roy. Read. Something I could read again but proceeded anyway.

'Train to Pakistan. ' Read.

' Alchemist. ' Favorite. Read.

' Three mistakes of my life. ' Read. I reached at the end of the library.

' One night at Call center. ' Read.

I ran my eyes through all Chetan Bhagat' s books. I read all of them except ' Half girlfriend'. I almost raised my hand to pull it from shelf. But whatever was going on was enough to read the novel with title as such. I decided to proceed.

But..

Half girlfriend? Girlfriend but half.

My hands raised again. Dropped. I rolled my eyes and snatched it out affecting the arrangement of other Bhagat's books.

Not much bothered about that for that moment, I started to study the cover page of book. I know it was manner less and rude.

"Judged. I prefer Girlfriend. "

I heard it and the half Girlfriend flew in air and down the floor. I hit the source and the touch caused the tingle on my neck.

He caught me by my waist. I felt him shake and his grip tightened. " Getting so clumsier by day. By the way, you owe me two. No, Wait! Last one cancelled with the first one."

Idiot!

That would never be cancelled.

To save someone's fall is courtesy but causing that is sin.

Alright that's over dramatic but that was greater than mistake but less than sin.

I jerked signaling him to leave me but he wasn't the one to make you comfortable. Instead offend your own wish.

"Do hundreds of favours but that would be cancelled with your sorry only."

I picked the half girlfriend which was so fallen. Yes so fallen!

He looked at the book.

Wait. What he meant?

'Judged. I prefer girlfriend.' I recalled.

Me? Girlfriend?

I tried to let this thought flow away. I should have learnt till then to ignore his shits.

Ignored. That thought was kicked out of the library door. I never played football but I did that perfectly. Proud, I was.

"You know what... "

" No. unless you tell me. " He rushed and smiled victoriously. I noted his palms inside the side pockets. His arms muscular and shoulders broad feared me. What if he engulfed me his tight arms and balled me out of library this time. Who knew!

He cleared his throat smiling devilishly. I thanked he didn't say anything.

" Keep silence! Haven't you been taught about library manners? Is it first time that you entered the library? Maybe a mistake,You forgot directions, I think.... You. " I stopped when I saw what he did. He circled his tongue around his lips seductively. I pressed my lips reflexively. His black eyes shone and filled with lust the next moment. I hitched at the thought.

I watched around me. No one. We were alone and at the end of library. I doubted if I should be thanking or regretting.

One, he could force me and no one would be there to help. Second, if he forces himself to me and I knew I didn't had the stamina to fight it both physically and mentally, so no one would see it.

" Continue. " It wasn't me. I didn't knew what he wanted me to continue.

" Common! Beasty. I like the way they move. "

What?

Oh

OH

OHH

Jerk.

" Lips, silly. " He cleared my doubt smiling out of fun. " Common move them. "

MINE. My mind forced me to think about my first kiss.

" Shut up!Jerk! " I managed.

" Jerk?! " He laughed. My fist clenched and punched his hard chest hardly.

He didn't budge but pain traveled from my fingers to whole of my hand.

I cupped my fist with other palm and cry escaped my mouth. His hands caught my palm firmly, studying the damage he lightly ran his palm over my skin.

His touch proclaimed his care. It had love in each stroke. He kept soothing and my pain faded away with each stroke. It felt divine.

What was he?

What he was doing to me?

What kind of change it was?

To see him easing me was what I never imagined. I regretted each moment I cursed him.

"Sorry. " His voice small and concerned. My eyes widened. I couldn't believe my ears. You didn't do anything. I punched to get the shock.

His head snapped up and his black eyes flashed the concern and pain he had. I didn't know if my senses were bluffing me.

He wasn't the person to believe in blindly. He changed colours much more frequent and faster than a chameleons.

"Are you feeling better? " He enquired with concern. Atleast that's what I saw it as.

" Fine. " His touch divine ran through my skin. I was having unbelievable feeling from it.

I pulled my hands from his loving and divine grip.

Was that kind of changes possible?

Love.

Love do incredible things. Was that his love?

My inner self was arguing me. I knew today's night too would be sleepless again.

Yesterday he was all over me. And again today.

" Listen. Just don't act stupid all the time. It would not be anyone other than me to love you. To mock you. Tease you. Even hurt you. Even you can't hurt yourself. It's me only. No one has enough right on you than me. I had promised it to myself and I promise it to you. Do you understand? " He declared.

What the hell?!

Is he mad!

I stood there watching his eyes. So scary. Where his playfulness went? He was better when being shitty.

He shut me and I kept quiet as didn't know what to say. What you might have done?

" Are you getting me? Alia? "

It popped in my head. When he name me by my name. Alia. Then he was out of his head. Second time on the single day.

He us mad.

" Say yes. Say it?" he pushed his fingers Inside the back of my hair cupping my neck and ran it through my hair. My neck. My heart completed hundred mile race making world record. I was so sure.

Stop. Stop this instant. But I was paralysed in every way. I liked his touch still urged to push him away.

"Say yes. " He forced.

" Yes. " I said. He was out of his head. I wanted to run away but ignored being so coward. He once said he didn't liked my confidence. He might had been so happy finding my heart beating of fear......

He head came closer to me. Not again.

He placed his kiss on my head. So warm and loving. I shivered.

He pecked another one on my right cheek. Moving away his head he looked at my eyes. My nose. My lips. I gasped.

I raised my hands up fearing and grabbing his hand pulled his hand. He allowed me to. I breathed out. But he grabbed my hand on his palm and caressed with his thumb on the back of my palm. I was getting addicted to that touch.

I felt the sound of books moving. Someone was behind the shelf. I clenched my teeth.

I looked up at him to find his eyes wide in horror. He dropped my hands and it fell at my sides. It hurt me. More than that punch. He was running away from me. Away. Away.

And then little part of him wasn't seen. I didn't knew what he saw on the other side of shelf which was more important than me. He ran for that.

I knew I wouldn't see that but still turned towards the shelf to see the book all miss arranged.

I walked slowly and my step was on half girlfriend. I picked it up forcing my head to remember when I dropped it again after picking once. Nothing came. I waved it off. It didn't matter.

What mattered was that I was so absorbed in him that I couldn't remember the things.

I advanced towards the issue counter and slid the novel Inside the counter. He asked me for the ID.

I turned towards the desk where I placed my notebook and pen. "2 minutes. Sir."

He looked so pissed of me, I was wasting his time. I walked to pick my things when I saw the diary with pen fastened on the top laying without the owner. It wasn't there when I kept my things.

I ignored it but something forced me watch for the owner but no one seemed to care for it.

I turned and picked that up. It had the locks but when I tried pull the steel hook its clamp opened. Secured data was being rendered by the stranger.

Don't read anyone's dairy!

Serious offence!

My mind reminded me. Still I turned the cover of leather wrapping the hard cardboard out of curiosity.

Stop!

STOP!

I had the feeling it was kept for me.

Shamelessly, I read:

Adi(Baby boy, in honour of idiot.)

2016.

Don't sneak peek or I am gonna kick your ass, you Asshole! Pig!

I turned to other page.

Enough!

I forbid!

Dare to turn and be killed mercilessly.