NEXT MORNING
“Ishira, wake up... Ishira...” Kiara's voice echoed in the darkness, pulling her back from the depths of unconsciousness.
The moment her name registered, Ishira woke with a violent jerk, her eyes snapping open as panic flashed across her face, her breath uneven and her pulse racing.
As soon as Ishira sat up, she winced and squeezed her eyes shut. The harsh morning sunlight spilled across her face, making it impossible for her to open them properly.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she pressed a trembling hand against her temple. A sharp, throbbing pain suddenly shot through her head, so intense that it felt as though her skull were splitting apart. She hissed in pain, her breath catching in her throat as the pounding ache only grew stronger.
Just then, Kiara walked in from behind, a glass of fresh lemonade in her hand.
“Here,” she said softly, offering it to Ishira. “Drink this. It'll help with your headache.”
Without much thought, Ishira took the glass and drank a few slow sips. The cool liquid eased the dryness in her throat, and for a brief moment, the pounding in her head seemed to lessen.
But then everything went still.
Her gaze unfocused as she stared ahead, completely zoning out. Fragments of the previous night flashed through her mind one after another, hitting her like a storm she hadn't been prepared for.
The dim lights.
The intoxicating tension.
And then... Ivaan.
Her breath caught in her throat as the memory replayed itself with cruel clarity.
The kiss.
The kiss she had given Ivaan.
Her fingers tightened around the glass, and a wave of shock washed over her. Every detail came rushing back, making her heart pound violently against her chest.
“Oh God...” she whispered under her breath, her face draining of color as realization settled over her.
She had kissed Ivaan.
The realization hit her like a crushing wave.
The glass trembled in Ishira's hands as tears began to gather in her eyes. No matter how hard she tried to hold them back, they spilled over, tracing silent paths down her cheeks.
A broken sob escaped her lips.
She lowered her head, her shoulders shaking as the weight of last night's memories settled heavily on her chest. The image of Ivaan, the kiss, and everything that had happened kept replaying in her mind, refusing to leave her alone.
“I... what have I done?” she whispered hoarsely.
Tears continued to stream down her face as she buried her face in her hands. Her heart ached with confusion, guilt, and emotions she couldn't even begin to understand.
Kiara's expression softened the moment she saw Ishira crying. She quickly moved closer and sat beside her on the bed.
“Ishira...” she called gently, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
But Ishira couldn't stop. The tears kept falling as though they had been waiting all night to be set free.
She started feeling disgusted as she thought that ivaan and she end up in one bed when Kiara helped her out with her flashback.
FLASHBACK:
Ishira started unbuttoning ivaan's shirt when he stopped her hand. "Butterfly you will regret for this."
"I want to regret." ishira said and started kissing him again passionately.
Ivaan started kissing her neck and was going to her breast slowly. His one hand was inside her thighs and one was playing with her breast.
When suddenly he squeezed her breast ruthlessly.
"Ahhh.. iva..anhh i want you... inside me.. plss.." ishira said with her moans.
Ivaan was loosing his control for the first time. He started sucking her nipples and his fingers were teasing Ishira’s wet pussy.
"Butterfly this much wetness for me."
He snapped out of his thoughts and immediately pushed them all away.
Without another word, he guided Ishira out of the room and settled her into the passenger seat of her car.
FLASHBACK ENDS.
"Ishira chill it was just a kiss nothing more happened." Kiara just consoled her.
She had finally managed to push those thoughts aside.
Refusing to dwell on them any longer, Ishira headed for the bathroom. A long shower helped clear her mind, if only a little.
When she stepped out and stood before the vanity, carefully applying her makeup, her gaze suddenly caught on something in the mirror.
A dark crimson mark stained the delicate skin of her neck.
Her hand froze mid-motion.
For a moment, she could do nothing but stare at it, her breath hitching as memories she had desperately tried to bury threatened to resurface once again.
But Ishira quickly looked away.
Taking a deep breath, she reached for her concealer and carefully covered the dark crimson mark on her neck until it disappeared beneath the layers of makeup. Once she was sure it was no longer visible, she forced herself to move on.
There was no point dwelling on it.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she left her room and headed downstairs.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pancakes filled the dining room. Kiara was already seated at the table, scrolling through her phone while waiting for her.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Kiara teased as soon as she spotted her.
Ishira rolled her eyes before taking a seat across from her.
The two girls began eating breakfast, exchanging casual conversation. For the first time since waking up, Ishira felt somewhat normal.
Then suddenly, something crossed her mind.
Tomorrow.
College was starting tomorrow.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Kiara," she said, setting down her fork.
"Hmm?"
"We should go shopping after breakfast."
Kiara looked up.
"Shopping?"
"Yeah. College starts tomorrow, remember? We still need a bunch of things."
A grin instantly spread across Kiara's face.
"Now that's the best thing you've said all morning."
A small laugh escaped Ishira.
"You're impossible."
"And you're boring."
"I am not."
"You absolutely are."
The two continued bickering while finishing their breakfast, neither of them realizing that the calmness of the morning was only temporary.
Because some memories refused to stay buried.
And some consequences were already on their way.
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