Title: WAR PAINT
It was becoming harder and harder for him to stay away.
Ofcourse, it never had been easy to turn and feel his heart burn.
But right now his insides were on fire.
Not just any fire.
It was fire from the darkest pits of hell, eating away at anything that resembled control.
To hell with proper. To hell with everything.
How could he hold himself back when she was pulling at him, pressing exactly the right buttons.
She knew how to make him lose his cool, to strip away the things he'd learnt, how to talk, how to smile, how to make himself behave.
She ripped it all off, the things that he thought made him who he was and left behind what he really was.
Untainted and still so tarnished.
And the ruin had started to spread over everything he touched.
He'd held his tongue and swallowed his words for far too long.
Hoped she was smart. He knew she was smart.
But she'd failed him.
She'd been blinded by Namit's charms.
Just like the others who had been there before her.
Parth gritted his teeth.
No. He won't let it go so far.
Vidushi was his, not Namit's.
She'd made her self his, by her own hand.
All he had to do was remind her what she'd done.
He'd never asked her to do it.
She'd taken the choice herself, of her own free will.
She couldn't back away now, not when he needed her to know.
Parth threw on a shirt and stomped out, his hair disheveled from running his fingers through it in sheer frustration.
His eyes searched for her all to familiar figure.
Not there in the canteen.
Not there in the basketball court.
Where the hell was she?
Surely not with Namit?
"Argh Sanyukta. Theek hai I'll go get the damn tools from the store room!" her irritated shriek was like a melody to his ears. He grinned at that.
Now he just needed to reach the storeroom before she did.
And then he'd show her.
The Hellfire was taking over him, he was the flame now.
"Argh. Sanyukta. Pehle you got that drunkard back and now I'm your little errand boy. Just because you are the captain..." Vidushi shook her head, catching a breath.
Why the hell was the bloody storeroom such a long way away from the rest of the civilized parts of FITE?
"Thank god." she threw the door open and entered, running to the table and looking at the tools there.
"Nahi..yeh wala..nahi..yehi hoga.." she was about to reach for the screwdriver but then a thud and the sound of metal hitting metal filled the air.
She turned around hastily to find Parth leaning lazily against the door, a smirk on his face.
"Tum?" She accused him, her hand on her hip.
"Haan main." he grimaced "Namit ko expect kar rahi thi kya? Maine Kaha tha na! Door raho usse." Parth's eyes narrowed.
"Ha." Vidushi mocked him "Dekho Parth, tum mere mom ya dad nahi ho. I don't need to listen to your orders!"
"Oh but you do." his eyes darkened.
"Kyun? Kyun sunu main tumhari koi baat?" Vidushi raised her chin.
Parth walked closer, each footstep echoing in the storeroom that was empty save them both.
She glared at him defiantly, not moving away.
She'd never back down.
And this time neither would he.
His hand brushed back the long hair that covered her neck.
His eyes went to the place he knew he'd find it.
He found nothing.
"It's gone Parth. You broke up with me remember?" Vidushi brought her hair back to cover her neck.
"Then why are you covering it with your hair again?" Parth's nostrils flared.
His blood was boiling.
He knew her well enough to know she was lying
"Well it's my.." she couldn't finish her sentence.
Parth's hand was brushing back her hair.
"Leave me Parth!" she slapped his hand off and made a turn for the door.
Tools be damned. I need to get out before...
She felt herself be turned around.
Something hard against her back.
He'd pinned her to the wall.
His eyes were blazing with rage.
She leaned forward to bite his shoulder. It had worked the last time.
"Don't. Any mark you make on me I will recreate on you." he warned her.
His hand was touching the spot on her neck where his name was.
Under the concealer.
Parth rubbed at her skin.
"Clever trick." he hissed "But it doesn't change the fact that it's still there"
"I'll get it removed. No one needs to know of it's existence." she offered.
"I know. You know. And soon Namit will too. You are mine. You will not hide it" He rubbed harder.
It didn't come off.
He lowered his lips to her neck and sucked at that spot
The stuff she'd applied there was bitter but watching his name reappear where it belonged on her skin was worth it.
"No more hiding love. I'm done with this game. You've won." He kissed her neck.
"It's not a game Parth. It's not about winning. I meant it. I...I'm d... done" her voice trembled.
She pushed him off and made a run for the door.
She wasn't done. Not by a long shot.
He knew her too well.
She always stammered and stuttered when she lied.
You are right Vidu, it's not a game, it's not about winning.
He took a deep breath.
He couldn't lie anymore. Not to her.
Not to himself.
"But I don't want to lose you." he yelled, feeling lighter.
I won't lose you.
She was wearing her hair up.
And he couldn't see the tattoo.
She'd never listen.
She'd defy him.
She always did.
He wouldn't take it again.
Not this time.
This time she'd know.
"Mind your own business Parth!" she'd scoffed at him and walked back to the dream team car.
He'd show her he meant business.
Sneaking into her room was easy.
Too easy. Just like what followed after.
He looked at his masterpiece with a smirk.
Her lipstick was the colour of blood against the cold glass
He'd lick it off her lips later.
But right now, he wanted her to see he wouldn't let her get away with her games.
She wanted to play mind games didn't she?
He'd blow her mind with his one.
His kind of game didn't take prisoners.