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SHIVANSH'S POV:

We returned from the police station about an hour ago. Inayat is in the kitchen, making something for me, while I'm sitting on my bed, eyes closed, replaying everything that happened today.

What a troublemaker I am. I'm not trying to be dramatic or gain sympathy; it's just that I can't ignore how much I've messed up everyone's lives.

First, Inayat—she's loved me for so many years, and what did I give her in return? Nothing but disrespect and humiliation.

And then there's Vikrant. No, not just Vikrant, but also his little sister, Vidhi. And Trisha—how could I forget her? They're all suffering because of me.

I can't forget the way Vidhi looked at me, those fearful eyes filled with hatred. And she had every right to feel that way.

She lost her parents, and if I hadn't withdrawn that complaint, she would have lost her brother too—the only family she has left. I can't help but blame myself for everything.

Suddenly, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize someone had entered.

But I knew who it was, and just the thought of her made me smile, momentarily easing my worries. I opened my eyes and saw my sunshine—Inayat, her face filled with concern.

"What happened, Ansh?" she asked, her angelic face etched with worry, her eyes brimming with concern.

She sat in front of me, placing the dish she'd made on the side table, and gently took my hands in hers. "You seemed tense, lost in your thoughts, even in the car. Is everything okay?"

"Nothing, baby," I replied, trying to sound calm despite the storm inside me.

"It's just..." I trailed off, sighing, unable to find the words to express what I was feeling.

She squeezed my hand, reassuring me. "Tell me," she urged softly.

Looking into her eyes, I felt the turmoil within me bubbling to the surface. I couldn't hold it in anymore. With a deep sigh, I finally spoke, letting the words flow.

"It's just... I'm afraid I've ruined everything," I whispered, struggling to keep my voice steady.

The concern in her eyes deepened. "I've hurt so many people, Ina. You, Vikrant, Trisha... everyone. I never meant for any of this to happen, but I can't escape the fact that I'm the reason for all this pain."

"You saw Vidhi, right? The way she asked Vikrant if it was me—if I was the cause of her parents' death. And she's right. That little girl doesn't deserve this. I can't stop blaming myself for making her and her brother's lives a living hell. I've messed everything up for them."

"And it's not just them, but Trisha too," I continued, noticing the confusion in Inayat's eyes.

"I involved her in this plan, and now she's developed feelings for Vikrant. I'm not just assuming this—the way she was crying for Vikrant and Vidhi wasn't normal.

Trisha was visiting Vikrant every day in jail. Why? It doesn't seem like it's just about humanity. I think she's fallen for him.

Why else would she fight with me or Aryan for Vikrant? Why would she defend him for his mistakes? Maybe... maybe she loves him... truly?"

I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth as the realization hit me. "And now she can't even express her feelings to him because he'll never trust her. He's lost all faith in her, thanks to me. I've turned their lives into a nightmare."

Inayat's grip on my hand tightened, and she started rubbing gentle circles on the back of my fist, trying to calm me. It was working.

She leaned closer, making me look into her eyes, which were full of faith in me.

"Ansh, first, calm down and listen to me," she said softly.

"Whatever happened wasn't your fault. It was all unintentional. Stop blaming yourself for things you couldn't control. Those were mistakes from the past—mistakes you didn't even make. Dwelling on them won't change anything.

What matters is what you do now. Whatever you do in the present will shape your future, for better or worse. So fix it now. You have your chance, and you're not alone in this. I'm here with you, by your side. We'll get through this together."

Her words were like a balm to my wounds, offering a path I hadn't seen before—a path filled with the faith I couldn't find in myself.

For the first time, I realized that maybe, just maybe, I could make things right. I could fix the lives I'd shattered. The weight of guilt began to lift as a sense of determination washed over me.

I pulled her into a tight hug, clinging to this newfound hope. "You're right, Ina. I can fix this. I can help them. Thank you, Ina. Thank you so much."

She hugged me back just as tightly, her warmth seeping into my soul. As she gently stroked my hair, soothing me, she whispered, "Yes, you will, Ansh. I believe in you."

After staying in each other's arms for a while, she slowly backed off and brought the plate in front of me, uncovering it with a flourish.

Inside were some fruits, a glass of milk, and upma. Oh no, not upma. I couldn't help but make a face.

"What's that look for?" she asked, noticing my expression.

"I don't like these... I don't want to eat it," I confessed, cringing slightly.

"Stop behaving like a kid. Open your mouth," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I shook my head in defiance, but she wasn't having it. She scooped up a spoonful of upma and offered it to me. "Shivansh, open your mouth."

Reluctantly, I obeyed, taking the bite and chewing it slowly. The taste wasn't as bad as I'd imagined, but it still wasn't my favorite.

As I was chewing, a mischievous idea popped into my mind. Without warning, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me, making her sit on my lap.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her tone a mix of surprise and amusement

I smirked, leaning in close, and whispered, "No more upma, unless you feed me something sweeter."

Her eyes widened at my boldness, and she tried to wriggle out of my grasp, but I held her firmly in place. "Shivansh, don't be ridiculous," she protested, though her voice had softened.

I raised an eyebrow, still smirking. "I'm serious, Ina. If you want me to eat, you'll have to make it worth my while."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You're impossible," she muttered, but I could see the amusement in her eyes.

I leaned in even closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "Only for you."

She sighed, shaking her head, but then she reached for the plate again. Instead of the upma, she picked up a piece of fruit and held it to my lips. "Here, something sweeter. Happy now?"

I grinned, taking the fruit from her fingers. "Much better," I said, savoring the taste.

But I wasn't done teasing her just yet. "Though, I can think of something even sweeter..."

She blushed, the color rising in her cheeks, and playfully swatted my arm. "Eat your fruit, Shivansh, before I decide to feed you only upma."

I chuckled, enjoying the playful banter between us. "Alright, alright," I said, finally letting her go. "But you'll have to stay right here on my lap. Deal?"

She sighed dramatically but stayed put, her smile never fading. "Deal," she agreed, picking up another piece of fruit.

As she fed me, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. In this moment, with her by my side, everything felt right.

The guilt and fear that had plagued me earlier seemed to melt away, replaced by the warmth of her love and the comfort of her presence.

Maybe, with Inayat's support, I could find a way to fix everything after all.

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ADVAY'S POV:

"So, it's done?" I asked Shivansh Bhai's PA, keeping my tone steady.

"Yes, sir. It's all done and taken care of by Mr. Malhotra. He's at the site handling everything himself," she confirmed.

"Okay, you may go." I dismissed her with a nod.

Handling all of Shivansh Bhai's responsibilities on top of mine feels like I'm drowning in work. I don't know how he manages it all.

Without Aryan Bhai stepping in, I'd be buried under all this stress. And as much as Rhea helps out—sometimes—I can't always rely on her to ease the load.

To be honest, I use work as an excuse just to be around her. There's something about her presence that keeps me going, even when I'm overwhelmed.

But lately, finding time for us has been near impossible. We've been fighting a lot these days, and it's like we've become distant because of these small fights and office issues. That's why I cling to every opportunity I get to see her.

But now that one problem is sorted, I can finally have lunch with my lady. I packed up and headed to my car, a small smile tugging at my lips.

Spending time with her is the best part of my day. She's my escape from all the chaos. Without her, my day feels incomplete.

When I'm with her, I can breathe a little easier, forget the world for a moment. That's why this lunch is important—it's more than just a meal, it's my moment of peace.

I reached her office, parked the car, and made my way inside. The place was busy, people buzzing around with purpose, but I only had one person in mind.

"Good afternoon, Sakshi," I greeted the receptionist with a polite smile.

"Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Kapoor. How can I assist you today?" she replied, her smile courteous.

"Could you please tell me where Miss Oberoi is? Is she in a meeting, or is she free?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual but hoping she was available.

"She just finished her meeting and has a visitor," she replied.

"A visitor? Who?" I asked, surprised. Rhea never skips lunch, especially not for someone else. Who the hell is important enough for her to miss a meal?

by the way did I mention before she is the biggest foodie?

"As far as I know, it's a close friend from her college days," she said.

"A close friend?" I repeated, a twinge of unease tightening in my chest. If he's that close, why hasn't she ever mentioned him to me? We share everything, right down to the small details.

"Yes, sir. He's—" I cut her off, impatience flaring up inside me.

"He? Who is this 'he'?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. Why does she need to spend time with another guy?

Who the hell is this guy? And why did she skip lunch for him? He must be someone special to get her attention like that.

"Umm... Sir, he's Mr. Singhania, one of the top Advocate in the U.S.," she said.

An advocate, huh? Who is this man? And how the hell did he become so close and special that Rhea would skip her lunch for him? My fists clenched at the thought.

I need to see this guy for myself.

"Thank you," I muttered shortly, and without wasting another second, I headed towards Rhea's cabin. My mind raced with questions. Why didn't she ever mention this 'close friend'?

I stopped in front of her cabin, about to knock, when I heard her laughing—with a guy. That easy, carefree laugh I rarely hear from her. She never laughs like that with me.

It's always serious talk or her snapping at me. But with this guy? She's laughing?

Fuck knocking. I'm going in.

I pushed the door open, not caring about manners. There she was, sitting comfortably on the sofa, and across from her, some guy—Rohit Singhania—cool as a cucumber.

Both of them turned to look at me.

The guy looked sharp, dressed in a sleek black suit, every bit the polished professional. I won't lie—he's got that charm that probably makes women swoon.

But not my girl.

"Advay?" Rhea asked, her voice curious and a bit surprised. I clenched my jaw and fists, forcing a tight smile as I walked towards him.

He stood up as I approached, a silent acknowledgment of my presence.

I extended my hand. "Advay Kapoor."

He shook my hand, his grip firm as he met my gaze. "Rohit Singhania."

I nodded, sizing him up from head to toe. Who does this guy think he is?

"Is something wrong, Mr. Kapoor?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Oh, no, nothing at all," I replied, turning my attention to Rhea.

She looked at me, clearly confused.

"Hi, Rhea. Aren't you going to introduce us?" I asked, keeping my tone light, though there was an edge to it. Inside, I was fuming. Why is she looking at him like that?

She seemed a bit flustered. "Yeah, umm... Rohit, this is Advay, my... good friend and COO of Shivaay Enterprises. And Advay, this is Rohit Singhania, a close friend from college and one of the top lawyers in the U.S."

Good friend? Did she just call me a fucking good friend? My blood started to boil. After everything, I'm just a 'good friend'? That's all I am to her?

I stared at her, keeping a fake smile plastered on my face, but my jaw was clenched so tight it hurt. I wasn't about to lose my temper in front of this guy.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kapoor. I've heard a lot—" he started, but I cut him off, not interested in his small talk. I don't give a damn what you've heard.

"We had plans to grab lunch together, so shall we?" I asked Rhea casually. She looked at me, unsure of what to say. Come on, Rhea, don't make this worse.

"Yeah, um, Rohit, would you like to join us?" she asked him. Why? Why the hell would she invite him? This was supposed to be our time.

"Sure," he said.

How dare he? Doesn't he get the hint?

My anger was simmering just below the surface.

We went to a nearby restaurant with a beautiful view of the beach and sea. I had planned to enjoy this time with Rhea, but now we had an unwelcome guest.

We sat down, with Rhea and that guy sitting opposite each other, while I was stuck on the side, like a third wheel.

They kept talking about their college days, laughing and reminiscing about how close they were and all that crap.

Shut up, he's the one who's third-wheeling here. How close were they, really? The thought gnawed at me.

The waiter came to take our orders. I had lost my appetite and didn't order anything, but Rhea ordered for me—my favorite dish. That made me smile, feeling a bit better. At least she remembers that.

I kept glaring at him until I noticed Rhea signaling me. She motioned towards my phone. I checked it and saw a message from her: Stop glaring at him.

My anger flared up even more. Why does she care if I'm glaring at him? Why is it bothering her? Is she trying to protect him?

The food arrived, and we started eating. Rhea, being her usual carefree self, got some sauce on the side of her lips.

I smiled, about to wipe it off with my napkin, but that guy beat me to it, wiping it off with his thumb. Yeah, HE DARED TO TOUCH HER.

I looked at her, and her eyes widened as she saw the fire in mine. She knew I was about to lose it. You're scared now, aren't you, Rhea?

Before I could say anything, his phone rang, and he answered it.

"Okay, I'm coming. Don't let them leave," he said into the phone.

"I'm sorry, Rhea, but I have to go. An important client just arrived, and I need to attend to them. We'll catch up later. Don't forget to bring Inayat too." He stood up.

"Yeah, sure," she said, standing up as well.

That was it. My patience, already hanging by a thread, finally snapped. I'm done with this bullshit.

This fucking guy HUGGED her. And she hugged him back. Are you kidding me?

As Rohit walked away, my patience snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. I slammed my hands on the table and stood up abruptly.

The sound startled Rhea, and when she turned to look at me, I saw the fear in her eyes—evident and raw.

I started to leave. If I stayed here any longer, this would turn into the worst date for both of us.

I walked toward my car, hearing Rhea calling out my name, trying to stop me.

"Advay, stop! What's wrong? Why are you behaving this way? Advay!" she shouted, her voice laced with confusion and desperation.

Oh, so she doesn't know what's wrong? I thought bitterly. A month ago, she raised hell just because a female employee's fingers brushed against mine—intentionally, might I add—and Rhea didn't speak to me for two days because I didn't say anything to that employee.

And now, after everything that just happened, she's asking me what's wrong?

I reached my car, opened the door, and sat inside. Just as I was about to start the engine, Rhea jumped into the passenger seat.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. Taking a deep breath, I spoke with as much composure as I could muster.

"Rhea, get out of the car. I'm going back to the office," I said, my voice strained but calm. I didn't want to ruin anything more than it already was.

"Stop behaving like a kid, Advay. What happened? Tell me right now," she demanded, her tone insistent.

This woman! So stubborn.

How can she act like she doesn't know? I know she does. Why is she pretending?

My last bit of patience evaporated, and I looked at her, trying to keep my voice steady but with an edge that showed just how angry I was.

"Don't act like nothing happened, Rhea. Don't you fucking know what's wrong? First, you didn't tell me who this guy was or why he's so close to you.

Second, you invited him on OUR lunch date, ruining it completely.

Third, you called me a fucking 'good friend.'

Fourth, you made me feel like I was the third wheel.

Fifth, he dared to wipe your lips with his bare thumb.

And sixth, he hugged you. Isn't that enough for me to act this way?" I asked, my breathing uneven, my rage barely contained.

"Advay, I'm sorry. He showed up out of the blue, and it would've been rude to just leave him. We've been close friends since college, and I wasn't sure how to introduce him to you rather than just calling you a friend and—"

I slammed my hands on the steering wheel, gripping it so hard my knuckles turned white. I tried to control myself, but I cut her off.

"Oh, fuck that 'close friend' crap, Rhea! Didn't I make it clear before we got into this relationship that what's mine is mine? I don't want anyone else to have it.

Call it possessive or crazy if you want, but you're mine, and I won't tolerate another man touching you," I stated, my voice low and dangerous.

"I am not a possession you own, Advay. And stop overreacting. You're being so fucking toxic. I can't do this anymore. We've been fighting for months now. This is toxic, Advay. We should end it. This isn't going to take us anywhere," she said, her words cutting deep.

My heart skipped a beat. Did she just mention leaving me? Ending this relationship?

I clenched my jaw and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her onto my lap. Her legs straddled me, and she was facing me, her eyes wide with shock. She started to wriggle, trying to get away.

"What are you doing, Advay? Let me go," she commanded, her voice shaking.

"Stop moving. You're too weak to get out of my grip. Your trying is going to be a waste, so stop wasting your energy... Rhea, stop!" My last word came out louder than I intended because if she didn't stop, something else would be excited down there, if you know what I mean.

She stopped struggling, her eyes filling with tears.

I couldn't help myself—I rested my head against her chest, needing to feel her close. Listening to her uneven heartbeat, feeling her breathing, I didn't say anything for a few moments, and neither did she.

Her breath was shaky, but her hands instinctively cradled my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. The warmth of her body seeped into mine, calming the storm inside me, even if just a little.

The silence between us was thick with tension, but beneath that, there was something else—something that felt like desperation, a silent plea to hold onto what we had.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally spoke, still holding her close, my head against her chest because it brought me some peace.

"Never say that again. Didn't I make it clear before we got into this that there's no stepping back? Even if we're fighting, so what? We can work it out.

Even if I'm being toxic, help me understand, but don't ever say you want to leave me." My voice cracked in a whisper, the vulnerability in my words surprising even me.

"And Rhea, when that female employee brushed her fingers against mine intentionally, why did you get mad at me and not talk to me for two days?

Are you still going to say I'm overreacting? Or being toxic? My way was wrong, I admit that, and I'm really sorry for it. I won't repeat it, but never mention leaving me, Rhea. I can't do this without you," I said softly, my voice calm and sincere.

She was quiet, listening, and I could see she was understanding.

"I'm sorry, Advay. I don't want to leave you. But seeing us like this made me feel like it wasn't going to work. We've been fighting so much for the past month, but I won't leave you," she said, gently stroking my hair, which made me relax. I closed my eyes, comforted by her touch.

Her hands were warm and tender, moving through my hair in a way that soothed the tension in my body.

Each stroke seemed to erase a little bit of the anger and frustration, leaving behind a sense of calm that I desperately needed. Her touch was my anchor, pulling me back from the edge.

I lifted my head slightly, her hands still resting on the back of my neck.

I gently grabbed the back of her head and leaned her towards me. Her eyes closed as I kissed her forehead. My lips lingered there, brushing against her skin as I spoke softly.

"We'll sort everything out together, Rhea. Even if we have the biggest fight, we won't leave each other's side." I could feel her breath hitching as my warm lips stayed against her forehead.

I trailed my lips to her temple, placing a gentle kiss there too. "Promise me you'll never even think of leaving me," I whispered, my hands sliding down to her waist, holding her tighter. Her breathing grew uneven, and her grip on my collar tightened.

My lips moved to her cheek, not breaking contact with her skin. I kissed her there, my lips brushing against her cheek as I said, "You're mine, and I'm yours. There's no stepping back from this relationship." Her breathing got heavier, and her grip on my collar grew stronger.

Finally, I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes opened, frowning, clearly irritated when my warmth left her skin. My girl was enjoying it.

I smirked and gently cupped her face, giving her a small, tender kiss on the lips—a soft smooch.

She groaned, "You're a nasty man, Advay. I hate you," and lightly punched my chest.

Her words hurt more than I expected. Without a second thought, I crashed my lips against hers in an intense kiss.

She froze at first, not responding. I bit her lower lip, and she moaned, giving me the opportunity to deepen the kiss, making it more passionate.

I pressed her against me, my hand sliding up to the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place. My other hand gripped her waist, pulling her even closer.

The kiss was a mixture of anger, passion, and desperation. My lips moved hungrily against hers, demanding, taking. I could feel her trying to keep up, but I was relentless.

Her lips were soft and warm, and as I devoured them, I felt a surge of possessiveness. She was mine, and I needed to make her feel that.

My tongue slipped past her parted lips, exploring, claiming every inch of her mouth. Her taste was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough.

When I finally pulled away, her chest was heaving, her lips swollen and red. Her eyes were wide, her face flushed like a ripe tomato. "Never say you hate me again. I can't bear it," I whispered, my voice rough with emotion.

I leaned in close to her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "Does a 'good friend' kiss you like this?"

I murmured, my voice low and teasing, letting my lips brush against her earlobe. I felt her shiver in response, her breath catching in her throat.

Before she could say anything, I pulled her close and kissed her again, this time slower and more intensely. My hands moved gently over her back, drawing her nearer. Each kiss spoke volumes of my feelings. Her warm breath mingled with mine.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, fingers gripping my hair, pulling me even closer. The kiss deepened, charged with all the emotions we had been holding back. We were pressed together, our heartbeats in sync.

When I finally pulled away, her eyes were glistening with tears, and she looked breathless. I cupped her face and gently wiped away the tears with my thumbs.

"Rhea," I said softly, my voice trembling, "I need you to understand how much you mean to me. I want you to promise you'll stay. No matter how difficult things get, we will face them together."

Her eyes met mine, filled with a mix of strength and tenderness. "I promise, Advay. I'm not going anywhere. We will get through everything together."

I kissed her forehead again, letting my lips linger. Her closeness was soothing, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me. It was as if our kiss had mended what was broken between us.

We held each other close, the world around us fading away. In that moment, it was just the two of us, bound by love and promises.

We shared one final, gentle kiss, affirming our commitment with every touch and whisper, ready to face whatever came our way together.

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ARYAN'S POV:

"No, Yash, I want tulips, ONLY TULIPS," I snapped, my voice a raw edge of impatience.

"Y-Yes, sir. Don't worry, there will be only tulips," he stammered, clearly terrified.

"And don't screw up the bouquets—the chocolate bouquet, the book bouquet, and the tulip bouquet must be separate. The tulip one should be the biggest—bigger than you! Got it?" I growled, barely keeping it together.

"Yes, sir," he managed to squeak out before I ended the call with a slam.

I threw the phone on the table and ran my hands through my hair, practically yanking it in frustration.

"Fucking hell, Aryan, why can't you control your damn temper and this filthy mouth of yours?" I muttered, the anger simmering just beneath the surface.

I've wrecked everything. And now, I'm paying for it.

But what could I do? Watching everyone gang up on Inu drove me insane. Shivansh made a mistake, paid for it, and Inayat did too.

They forgave each other and got back together. So why the hell couldn't everyone else just let it go?

But no—there had to be drama, and of course, I had to be right in the middle of it, taking it out on the one person—Aahana.

Yesterday, Aunty was ripping into Inayat, and I tried to calm things down. But my baby girl jumped in, trying to defend her brother.

In that moment, I lost it. I yelled at her, told her to stay out of it, that she was just a kid who didn't understand.

Yeah, I fucking said that.

I squeezed my eyes shut, slamming my fist on the desk. What the hell was wrong with me? What has gotten into me yesterday?

After that, when I realized how badly I screwed up and tried to call her. guess what? She blocked me. She blocked from every fucking where. I couldn't reach her at all.

So what do I do?  I drive to Aashiyana at fucking midnight. I couldn't just walk in and apologize like a normal person, so I climbed up a wooden staircase to her window.

And thankfully, and fortunately her room's window was open, I climbed up and peeked inside and saw Aahana, curled up under her blanket, crying her eyes out. That's when it hit me—I fucked up big time.

I jumped in, and she bolted upright, eyes wide in shock.

"What are you doing here???" she screamed, her voice shaky.

"Shhhh... baby, keep it down," I whispered urgently.

"Don't call me that! And what the hell kind of entrance is this??? Choro ki tarah kaun aata hai??? Insaano wale raste se nahi aa sakte the???" she snapped, her anger flaring up.

"Haan jaan, taaki aapke Hulk jaise bhaiyon ko pata chal jaaye ki main aaya hun aapse milne aadhi raat ko, haina?" I shot back, sarcasm lacing my voice.

She gritted her teeth, huffed, and threw the blanket over her head again.

"Oh man!" I groaned internally.

"Aahana? Baby? I'm really sorry. I was a total ass. I won't do it again, I swear. Please, forgive me," I pleaded, my voice softer, desperate. Slowly, I slid under the blanket with her, wrapping us both in its warmth.

Her face was all red and puffy from crying, and seeing her like this cut deep. She was hurting, and it was all my fault.

I cupped her face, wiped away her tears, and kissed her forehead, muttering, "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

She hugged me tight, and just like that, she started crying again. My heart broke seeing her like this.

"Ahana, baccha, aur kuch hua hai?" I asked, because the way she was crying—it wasn't just because of me.

She looked up at me, still hiccupping between sobs, and said, "Shiva... Shivansh bhai scolded me because... because I was rude... rude to Inu di." Then she buried her face in my chest, crying harder.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Shivansh scolded Ahana? That never happened. Ever.

I kissed her, rubbed her back, trying to calm her down. "Baby, please don't cry. It's killing me to see you like this," I begged. She hugged me even tighter, and eventually, she stopped crying, though the hiccups lingered.

And then the main 'maut ka khel' started—a knock on the door.

Our eyes widened in terror, in panic, I couldn't decide what to do where to run, My heart pounded and I thought this was the end of me.

And then Aahana dragged me and pushed me towards the window, and I scrambled to climb down.

But before I did, I kissed her again and told her to unblock me. Then I climbed down, quickly stashed the wooden staircase, and she watched until I was safely on the ground.

Thank God! Isse kehte hai baal baal bachna.

Yesterday was a fucking disaster. Shivansh showing up out of nowhere in the middle of the night—I still get chills thinking about it.

Today, I'm making sure I get it right. I will apologise to her nicely and properly.

I hope she'll forgive me.

I bought her favorite chocolate bouquet, a book bouquet, a huge tulip bouquet—my girl loves tulips—and a small pendant with our initials. Cute, right? I know.

I took a deep breath.

"Aisa lag raha hai jaise kisi jung par jaa raha hoon. Stop overreacting, Aryan. Woh tujhe khaa nahin jayegi."

I muttered to myself, trying to calm the nerves. Then, after finishing up my work, I grabbed her gifts and headed to her office to pick her up. She has joined her office few days back only which was earlier handled by Advay.

I parked my car and waited for my baby to show up. I didn't tell her I was visiting—this is a surprise. And after this, I'll be taking her somewhere special. Another surprise.

Excitement buzzed through me, but nerves gnawed at the edges. What if she's still mad? What if the surprise doesn't make up for everything?

Minutes felt like hours, but finally, she's here. My queen—she looks so mature, elegant, and sophisticated in her formal attire.

I'm mesmerized. She's so fucking beautiful, words don't do her justice. It's like every part of her was crafted to perfection, and I'm just standing here, in awe of the masterpiece before me.

I opened the car door, stepped out with the three bouquets in hand, hiding my face but watching her reaction. She stopped in her tracks, eyes widening as I appeared out of nowhere.

"Surprise!" I revealed myself, pulling the bouquets away from my face. The instant she saw me, a priceless, beautiful smile lit up her face. God, that smile—it's everything.

Hayee main marr jaawan.

She ran towards me, throwing her arms around me. "What are you doing here? Is this for me???" she squealed, her voice brimming with happiness and excitement.

I bowed my head down, a playful gesture of courtesy. "Yes, only for my queen."

She laughed, and that laugh—it's like music, so melodious. The way her eyes wrinkle when she smiles, the way her lips curve so temptingly.

I handed her the tulip bouquet. It was massive—way too big for my little baby, but she managed to grab it. With her hands full, she couldn't carry the other two bouquets.

She pouted, her disappointment clear as she made a cute puppy face. I chuckled, unable to resist her adorable expression. God! She is so adorable.

"It's okay, baby. I'll carry these two. Get in the car—we have to go somewhere," I said, opening the door for her.

Once we settled in, she asked, her voice innocent, "Where are we going, Aryan?"

"It's a surprise, baby. For now, enjoy your chocolates," I said, handing her the chocolate bouquet.

She smiled, immediately digging into the chocolates, and as we drove, she told me about Shivansh's visit—how he made her understand, how they enjoyed ice cream together.

Ruining our night, he enjoyed ice cream with my girl, huh!

After a long ride, we finally arrived at a beautiful restaurant—an open-air one, under the stars. I got out and opened the door for her, offering my hand as she stepped out, her eyes darting around with curiosity. I gently covered her eyes with my hands.

"Aryan, what are you doing???" she asked, her voice tinged with impatience.

"Baby, it's a surprise. Just trust me and be careful, okay?" I replied, guiding her carefully.

She kept asking where we were going, but I kept her in suspense until we finally reached our destination. I slowly removed my hands, and she opened her eyes.

Her reaction was everything. She gasped, her eyes glistening with tears as she took in the view.

"It's so beautiful," she whispered, turning to me before throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. "Thank you so much, Aryan."

I kissed her forehead, feeling the peace of her presence wash over me. Her existence is everything.

She backed off slightly to take in the view, and I wrapped my arms around her from behind. She gasped as I leaned in close, my breath brushing against her neck, making her shiver.

"Indeed it is beautiful, but not more than my baby," I whispered, my voice deep and low.

She giggled softly in my grip, and I leaned closer to her neck. Her breath hitched as I planted a soft kiss there, her eyes fluttering shut.

With her eyes closed, I saw my chance. I took out the pendant and gently clasped it around her neck. She opened her eyes, touched the pendant, and smiled.

"A small token of love for my love," I said, smiling as she looked up at me, tears threatening to spill over. She caressed the pendant, her eyes so full of emotion.

She looked up at me with those innocent doe-like eyes, and I couldn't resist leaning in, our breaths mingling, her warmth brushing against my lips.

We were both breathing heavily, the tension between us growing as she closed her eyes and leaned closer, closing the distance.

Just as I was about to kiss her—

"ARYANNN!!!!"

A scream shattered the moment, our eyes flew open, and there it was—our worst nightmare becoming a reality. We were truly fucked.

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