Another Half Of Me - Chapter 7

Siddha wanted to pull her in his arms, but he could only close his eyes and feel her hand caressing his chest through his shirt. He wanted to rip apart his shirt to feel her hand on his naked skin.

Roshni looked up at him. Carved out like a beautiful stone sculpture, his face betrayed the turmoil inside him. She moved closer and his musky masculine scent engulfed her. All she could do was rest her forehead on his chest. The instance it touched him, she felt him pull her closer. Something was happening to her and she did not have the power to control it.

Siddha felt her body merging to his. He had never felt this way before. His body was melting slowly and there was sudden hardening of muscles everywhere. He held onto her because he did not have the power to let her go.

Suddenly the spell broke with the noise of approaching people and they separated. She turned and started to go away. Her hand was still clasped into his. Slowly as she moved away, he felt her fingers slipping away from his. Something dark and desolate unsettled his heart. Stop her! His mind shouted again and again, but his senses were still immobile.

Slowly she let go of his outstretched hand and vanished inside the party without a backward glance.

Siddha’s hammering heart started beating faster as he realised she was gone. I have to find her. I need her. His mind kept reeling from these thoughts as he walked outside.

Roshni’s left cheek was still burning from his touch. She looked at her right fingers and rubbed her lips with them. She could still feel his heat against her lips. She wanted to touch him again. Wanted to feel his heartbeat against hers. She looked up at her face in the bathroom mirror. 

What is it, Roshni? Wake up, girl! 

He is Siddha Singh Rajput. 

He can never be yours. 

Stop dreaming. Her mind kept on repeating. Suppressing an urge to cry out loud, she flashed some water on her face and stepped out.

Walking out till the car park was almost like the longest walk of his life, Siddha felt. He rested his back against his car and looked down at his hand. He wanted to feel her fingers again twined with his. Panting heavily, he rubbed his hand on his face and smelled her. Kissing his right fingers, he felt like he was kissing her. 

He can’t let her go. 

He has to find her. 

Even it meant asking Balaram ji. 

Even it meant letting the world know about her. He did not care. 

He closed his eyes and felt pain engulf him from within. 

I know you are out there. I will find you and make you mine, no matter what.

Sighing, Siddha looked up to turn towards the car and froze.

There she was, standing near a pillar, looking straight into his eyes.

Rudy looked on from the distance. Who is she? He saw Siddha standing with an open car door, waiting for her to get in. Why is Bhaiji picking up a random girl from the party? Who is she?


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