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Damini Gujral had never intended to fall in love with Prithvi Saxena.

Hell! She never wanted to fall in love with any man. Especially now, after the whole Inder fiasco. No, she really did not want to fall in love.

Unfortunately, that little cliche 'You can't help who you fall in love with' was very much true, much to Damini's irritation. From the moment that man had entered her life, he'd turned it completely upside down and though wild horses couldn't have dragged it from her, the truth was that there was something between the two of them that neither of them could deny. It didn't help that he had shown himself her equal in every way that mattered - he was good and kind and sensitive and passionate and strong and sensible and the one man who could handle her temper with as much ease as he handled everything else. It definitely didn't help that he was so handsome and that when he looked at her with those stormy eyes, all she wanted to do was hold him close and never let go. The worst was when the man took a damn bullet for her... It was then that Damini got the first inkling that there was no way she could ever not love him.

Still, for a couple weeks, Damini threw herself into her work and tried not to dwell on the fact that she was falling in love with Prithvi. It was a hopeless task, and she fell in love with him anyways. She began looking for opportunities to be with him, to talk to him, to just sit with him in the same room. He looked surprised; she couldn't exactly blame him. She didn't tell him, either. She was content with how things were and had no wish to ruin the status quo.

She didn't acknowledge that maybe it was just fear. That would have been stupid, for Damini Gujral was completely fearless. No, it was just that the present state of affairs were simply too satisfactory to disturb.

And then, they had danced. Status quo be damned, all Damini wanted to do then was to stay in his arms forever. The intensity of that dance had sent tingles of desire coursing down her back and she desperately wanted - no needed- to act on it. Prithvi had seemed just as smitten, just as needy as she had felt, but then something had happened and a wall had slammed down between the two of them and things had gotten way out of hand. She had said things she hadn't meant and had probably hurt him but he was no better and had actually made her feel vulnerable, something that she detested terribly. Right now, lying on her bed, Damini wished she could howl miserably. What was it about the man that affected her so? Nearly screaming with frustration, she opened her window for a breath of fresh air.

Damini heart nearly stopped beating when she saw Prithvi punch the wall. He held his hand up to the light and she winced at the amount of blood. Just then, the lights went off and she could no longer make out anything. She peered into the darkness, holding her breath and hoping that he was ok, but to no avail. It was much too dark to even discern a movement. Then it started raining and Damini's worry grew tenfold. She felt restless and anxious, the image of Prithvi's broken (she thought) hand floating before her eyes. Cursing his idiocy, she made her way to her wardrobe, picked up a first-aid box and slowly crept downstairs before she could talk herself out of it.

Prithvi stared at the apparition before him, not dating to believe that it was indeed Damini, that she had come to find him. "I am hallucinating for sure", he muttered, as he stood up with a great effort.

"What do you think you are doing anyway", he heard her say sharply, and he smiled nastily. Oh it was definitely her, with her insufferable attitude. It was too dark to see her face but he knew that she was furious, that her eyes would be glinting and her lips would be compressed... He shook his head, trying to forget the image of her beautiful face that his mind had so helpfully provided. "None of your business", he said curtly and tried to leave.

To an already fuming Damini, this behaviour was the last straw. Catching hold of his shoulder, she pushed him back against the wall and whispered in a tone of deadly calm, "Not my business?" When he didn't answer, she took hold of his collar and demanded "Just who the hell do you think you are, Prithvi Saxena? You have been acting like a complete jerk this evening. I want an explanation now!"

The first aid box lay forgotten at their feet as Damini poured out her ire. Prithvi groaned as she continued telling him off, trying not to react to that vulnerable note in her voice that she just couldn't hide. He allowed her to vent and when he saw that she was losing steam, he wrenched himself from her hold, said "May I leave now, madam?" in the politest tone he could manage, and without waiting to hear what she said, began walking away.

He had hardly taken three steps, when she whispered "I hate you". He stopped dead in his tracks, not so much at the words, but at her tone. She sounded so tired and defeated. He turned to her with an incredulous "What?" Without looking at him, Damini repeated what she had said, this time in a louder voice. For some reason he didn't particularly want to analyze, this made him lose his temper again. He covered the distance between them in two long strides, yanked her towards him and said gruffly "What did you just say?" Damini struggled against him, but he wasn't willing to let her go. He backed her up against the wall, his arms on either side of her, trying to make out her expression.

The lights came back on just then and he saw, with a sinking heart, that her eyes were filled with tears. "Damini" he whispered, in a shaking voice that did nothing to hide his love. She looked up then, straight into his eyes, and began to chant a string of 'I hate you's.  All Prithvi could register, however, was her tears and the fact the she was beautiful and wet and in his arms and that he loved her.

The next thing he knew, he had leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, effectively shutting her up. She stiffened for a moment and then responded with a good deal of fire. There was nothing romantic about the kiss they were sharing now; it was harsh, brutal and meant to punish. As the rain beat down upon them, they continued to be wrapped around each other, pouring out their desperation into that one kiss.

The rain slowly petered down into a drizzle and the mood suddenly shifted. Prithvi drew back a little, gazing at Damini tenderly. Her eyes were closed and he took the opportunity to press a kiss to her eyelids. He ran a finger down the side of her face, following it with his lips. As he buried his lips in the crook of her neck, Damini sighed blissfully. He knew this was wrong, that they should not be doing this, but it was too late now. "You are mine!" he growled against her collarbone and dragged his lips up her neck, back to hers, kissing her with all his soul.

Damini could not think. She didn't know what had happened, couldn't say how this had happened. All she knew was that Prithvi's lips were pressed insistently on hers and that her whole heart and body were filled with warmth she had never known before. She was in his arms and he in hers, and that was all that mattered.

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