Page 35 of Reckless Dare

He hated her and yet he dreamed of her each night.

Letting out another vicious curse, he stepped into the shower to take care of his body’s screaming agony caused by the one he hated.

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Three hours later, despite his jerking off in the shower and intense workout at the gym, his mind was still restless. All of his thoughts still revolved around the person.

Avantika Patel.

He tried hard to push her out of his mind, but she crept back inside like a damn ghost. Her innocent eyes, her sweet smiles and her fearful looks—all of those ran through his mind in a repeated loop.

He gritted his teeth to once again forcibly push her out of his mind.

“Abhi?”

Abhi turned when he heard someone calling him. He was in the rugby locker room. The team was still assembling, and they would start practice in a while.

“Good morning, coach,” he greeted.

The coach stared at him for a moment. “We were supposed to meet thirty minutes ago to go over some plays.

Fuck! He forgot about the meeting.

“I’m sorry coach. It slipped my mind.”

Because I was obsessing about the innocent, big eyes and sweet, pink lips of the person I hate.

The coach nodded, letting it go because it wasn’t something Abhi had done before. He never let anything distract him from the game.

He had been playing rugby since he was seven years old. After his parents moved to London for a few years, he picked up the game there. Rugby gave him the necessary outlet to channel his pain and aggression while also developing discipline.

“Let’s just get started with practice,” the coach advised. Clapping his hands, he signaled everyone to go to the field for a warm up.

The practice started after a brief motivational speech from the coach about defending their championship in the upcoming competitions. An hour passed and Abhi was playing the game, running through every play to the T, but he was not in the right mindspace that morning.

His mind kept replaying what happened so far with his nemesis. Despite his hatred, she still held the power to control his desire towards her. That only angered him more.

He unconsciously channeled that anger into aggression during the rugby practice. He pushed a teammate with the strength that was not required.

His teammate fell on the ground and got a bruise on his forehead.

“Shit! I’m so sorry dude.” Abhi extended his hand to the injured guy.

The coach blew the whistle.

“Abhi.” His coach yelled out and when he got closer, he could see he was visibly upset. “What is happening with you? You are not yourself today.”

“I’m sorry, coach.”

“I want you to get off the field. Resume practice in the evening.”

Abhi nodded. But as he got out of the field, he gritted his teeth while his fingers fisted in frustration and anger.

She is fucking with my mind.

Rage, desire and hatred ran through him in a constant loop knowing she was still around the campus.

It’s time to get her out of this place. And out of my fucking mind!

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