"Okay, that's enough!" I snapped, making her look my way. I took a step closer, gesturing with my hands. "If you ought to say something then fucking say it. I'll be leaving anyway, so it's not like we can do anything about it. Say it!"
“I-” Khushboo started but then swallowed away as if it was hurting her to say it. I urged her until she spoke again. “I need to confirm something. No, I've been wanting to confirm something for a long, long time and I can only do it with you.”
“Do it with me?” My brows knitted. “Do what?”
“Kiss you!”
“What?!”
“What?”
My jaw dropped while she covered her face, drowning in a pool of embarrassment. An awkward silence fell, followed by another then another. Everything clicked. Her issues with her ex-boyfriend; Her identity crisis; Her suggestive lesbian jokes; along with many other hints that I couldn't see or chose not to.
“D- do you like me?” The words sounded foreign to my own ears.
“No, hell, no!” Khushboo looked like she was about to cry. “I don't harbor any romantic feelings for you. I wouldn't have supported you and Rithik as much if I did. However, I won't deny I find you alluring and attractive. I want to know if what I feel is a fantasy or a reality. That's why I'm asking to kiss you once... Just think of it as a favor for a friend you've lived with for the past three years.”
“Um, can't you choose a girl from a dating app or something?”
“I tried that. Went on a date with someone. She was nice and hot but I couldn't feel any vibe between us... I kinda have a crush on someone from the office but it's not like she's attracted to me. Its so hard finding someone who feels the same as you in this straight world. God, I really wished I wasn't like this...”
In that short time, I noticed Khushboo's expressions morph from anxiousness to excitement as she kept talking about herself. In the years I'd lived with her, I've never seen her this animated before. It didn't seem like it popped out of nowhere. You could tell she suppressed this side of her all along, scared of the eyes of judgement. I recalled days when she would confine herself in her room. Several days in fact. How alone she would have felt, having no one to rely on.
Just like me in the past. Only different circumstances.
I sucked in a sharp breath and closed my eyes, successfully
stopping her from rambling. I could do this. It was just a kiss anyway. Her voice was hesitant. “Yu- you sure?”“Fuckin' kiss me before I change my mind.”
And the next moment, Khushboo held my arms, bringing me closer. I swallowed and tightened my fists. She was taller so I had to raise my head a little until I met a pair of soft plump lips, accompanied by a feminine scent. I felt little to nothing which wasn't surprising. I knew I didn't swing the other way. Still, I kissed back a little for her sake. I exhaled a breath when it was over.
Then something wild happened.
She grabbed my face from the back of my head and stole my lips in one ferocious kiss. Her other hand squeezed my butt taking me by shock as my eyes flew open. I could feel her boobs squishing against mine. She parted a few seconds later but not before licking my neck, making me shiver.
I hit her arm and hugged myself. “Way to take advantage of me, bitch! I feel violated.”
She ran a finger over the length of her smiling lips, her eyes ablaze. “I told you. I find you hot and alluring. That was certainly a treat though I'd have loved it more if it was mutual. Thank you anyway. You are a good friend.”

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Natasha
ChickLitBold, sassy, beautiful, were few adjectives that defined Natasha Patil. She wouldn't give a rat's ass to someone's opinion. She made her own rules. Or, did she? There are two sides of the same coin and Natasha definitely had one. The side that no...
27- The Departure
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