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INAYAT'S POV:

"Shivansh, I already said no. We're not going anywhere. We've been out for half the day, and because of your stubbornness, you've stressed your wound and stitches. You need to rest now. So sit down and be quiet." My voice was firm as I folded his clothes and organized his cupboard.

"Ina, for God's sake, aren't you bored being stuck in a room all day? And baby, I want to take you on a date—our first date.

Please, I've arranged everything with all my heart. I promise I'll be careful and won't stress my stitches anymore. You'll drive, Ina, please. I've already reserved and set everything up," His voice followed me around the room, full of pleading, as he trailed behind me like a lost puppy.

"Cancel it. You're a billionaire; it's not a big deal. We'll go when you're fully recovered. Stop being so stubborn like a child and sit down, Shivansh,"I kept my tone stern, trying to ignore the way his eyes were begging me.

"Ina, you're breaking my heart," he murmured, but I didn't respond, keeping my back to him. HE'S BEING DRAMATIC.

"Fine. Then I won't eat dinner, and I won't take my medicine either." His tone was like a six-year-old, crossing his arms over his chest., like a child threatening to throw a tantrum.

Is this really the same Shivansh Kapoor, the powerful CEO everyone fears? It's hard to believe this is the same man who's always so composed, so in control.

"What are you, six? Stop it, Shivansh. We—" I was cut off by a knock on the door. Advay bhaiya stood there with a file in hand, his expression a mix of awkwardness and something else—a hint of amusement, maybe? He clearly overheard our bickering and didn't quite know how to react.

"Umm...bhai, I need your signature on this," he said hesitantly, not meeting either of our eyes.

I focused on the task at hand, hoping the heat in my cheeks would subside. Shivansh, with his usual cold demeanor, simply nodded.

Advay bhaiya came in, got the signature, updated Shivansh on work, and left, his steps a bit quicker than usual.

The silence that followed was heavy, almost suffocating. I finished arranging his clothes and finally sat in front of him, the tension between us thick. He was still ignoring me, and it drove me mad.

"Fine, we'll go, but you have to promise me you'll listen and won't do anything to stress your stitches." My voice softened, and the stubbornness in my chest melted away.

The way his face lit up was something to behold. His toothy smile was so cute and adorable, so genuine, it was like seeing the sun break through the clouds,  the way his eyes crinkled with joy, the twinkle in them—His eyes sparkled with a childlike joy that was impossible to resist.

Before I knew it, he'd pulled me into a tight hug. I laughed, gently pushing him away as I rushed to the bathroom, my heart pounding with excitement.

It's our first date, and I want everything to be perfect. I was so against it a few minutes ago, but now, all I wanted was to make this night unforgettable.

I took a quick shower, my hands shaking with excitement. Light makeup, a spritz of my favorite perfume, and my best dress—I wanted to look perfect for him. This moment was ours, and I wanted to savor every second of it.

When I stepped out, I saw him standing with his back to me. As he turned around, my breath caught in my throat. He looked incredible— He looked like a Greek god, so effortlessly handsome, He looked divine, so perfect. in a white t-shirt and black pants.

His hair was neatly set, and he had this casual, yet commanding presence. It was my first time seeing him so relaxed, and he looked... perfect.

He walked toward me, his eyes trailing over me in a way that made my heart race. I felt exposed under his gaze, like he could see every thought, every feeling I was trying to hide. My eyes dropped to the floor, trying to escape the intensity of his stare.

He stood in front of me, gently lifting my chin with his forefinger and thumb, his other hand casually tucked into his pocket. That simple gesture made my pulse quicken.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, his voice soft but full of awe, his gaze locked on mine as if he were mesmerized- like he was seeing me for the first time. My cheeks flushed under his gaze, the warmth spreading all over.

"Beautiful isn't enough to describe you. You're like a goddess, an angel—my angel." His words wrapped around me, making my heart flutter. I couldn't hold his gaze any longer; it was too intense, too overwhelming.

He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist, pressing me against his chest. His eyes roamed over my face, studying every detail like he wanted to memorize it.

"I think we should cancel our plans. We could stay home and..." His voice trailed off as his eyes dropped to my lips, his own parting slightly as he leaned in closer.

I gently pushed him back, laughing softly. "Shivansh, we're getting late. Let's go."

But even as I said it, a small part of me wished we could stay, wrapped up in each other, away from the world.

We finally got out the door, and I opened the car door for him, making sure he settled in comfortably on the passenger side, not wanting him to strain his stitches.

I slipped into the driver's seat. As I started the car, he leaned back, watching me with a playful look in his eyes. "You know, Ina, you look even more beautiful when you're driving," he teased, his voice soft and full of charm.

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Is that so? Well, you better behave, Mr. Kapoor, or you'll be walking to dinner date."

He chuckled, and with mischief plastered on his face,  he lifted his hands and casually rested it on my thigh, my eyes widen seeing where his hand is, sending a shiver up my spine.

He leaned closer to me, "I don't know if I can behave when you look this good," he said, his fingers slowly moving in small circles on my leg. Which was sensual, and making my breath hitch.

"Shivansh," I warned, though my voice came out shaky. His touch was distracting, and I needed to focus on the road, but he wasn't making it easy. He continued his actions.

"Yes, baby?" He leaned closer, his breath warm on my neck. He was definitely not playing fair. I clenched my thighs together.

"Keep doing it, and I'll pull over," I threatened, trying to sound serious, but the way he was touching me made it hard to think straight.

He laughed softly, his fingers now inching just a little higher, barely under the hem of my dress. "Maybe that's what I want. What if I told you I'm more interested in you than our dinner date?" he whispered in my ear, his voice low and tempting.

A blush crept up my neck, heat building in my stomach at his words. His teasing was getting to me, making it harder to focus on anything but him. I wanted to stay in control, but he knew exactly how to get to me.

"Shivansh, please stop," I managed to say, trying to keep my eyes on the road, though all I could think about was the way his hand was moving slowly up my thigh.

"Why?? Don't you love it?" he asked confidently, his hand moving even higher, making me bite my lip to keep from reacting. He knew just how to make me flustered.

I couldn't take it anymore, my reactions and expressions were evident, and his smirk grew.

I looked into his eyes, dark with desire, The air between us was thick with tension, and every breath felt like it might spark a fire.

"Let's get to dinner before we end up not making it at all," he said, his voice low and a bit shaky.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The rest of the drive was full of his playful teasing, though this time, he mostly kept his hands to himself.

Every now and then, he'd brush his fingers against my arm or lean in close to whisper something that made me blush, letting me know this game wasn't over.

By the time we reached the roofless, open-air restaurant, my nerves were on edge, a mix of excitement and longing running through me. As we stepped out of the car, the cool night air did little to calm the heat he'd stirred up inside me.

He offered his arm, and I took it, feeling his warmth as we walked toward the entrance. The night was just beginning, and I knew this was going to be a date I'd never forget.

I held onto Shivansh's bicep as we walked together, my heart fluttering with excitement. "It's so beautiful, Ansh!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide as I took in the stunning decorations around us.

The twinkling lights above us, the open sky full of stars—it was all so perfect. Having dinner under this sky with the person I loved most made it all the more special, especially since it was our first date.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Not as beautiful as you, baby," he whispered, making me giggle and blush.

But suddenly, I felt him stop walking. Confused, I turned to see what was wrong. Shivansh stood frozen, his expression shifting from soft to terrifying in an instant.

His face darkened, anger boiling beneath the surface. His entire demeanor had changed into something menacing and it sent a chill down my spine.

I followed his gaze and felt the ground slip out from under me. and felt my heart drop. My eyes widened in shock, my jaw hanging open. Aryan bhai and Ahana... so close? He was putting a pendant around her neck, and—oh my god—he was about to kiss her!

"ARYANNNN!!!!!" Shivansh's furious shout echoed through the night, making me flinch. This was definitely going to be a date I'd never forget.

Ahana's face went pale, her eyes wide with terror, and Aryan bhai looked like all the blood had drained from his face, looked like he'd seen a ghost.. His usual confidence was nowhere to be found, stood there frozen, too shocked to move.

"bhaii..." Ahana's fearful whisper rang in the quiet environment and here shivansh has evident disappointment and ofcourse anger on his face.

Before I could react or say anything, Shivansh stormed towards them, each step echoing with Promise of destruction. His anger was palpable, like a storm ready to unleash, and I knew no one would want to be in Aryan bhai's shoes right now.

I ran after him, desperately trying to stop him, but he was too fast. "Shivansh, stop! Shivansh!!" I called out, but he was too blinded by fury to hear me. The beast inside him had been unleashed, and now, nothing could stop him.

"Shivansh, pehley meri baat sunn!" Aryan bhaii tried to calm him down and stop him, but, without listening to any request, He grabbed Aryan bhai by the collar and delivered a brutal punch to his face.

Aryan bhai stumbled back, falling hard, and blood started dripping from his nose.  My hand flew to my mouth in shock, while Ahana mirrored my reaction.

Shivansh pinned Aryan bhai down, straddling him, and raising his fist for another punch, but I grabbed his arm, pulling him back with all the strength I had.

"Shivansh, stop!" I pleaded, my voice breaking with desperation. Ahana rushed to Aryan bhai's side, as she helped him stand, shielding him with her body, protecting him from shivansh.

I tugged at Shivansh, trying to drag him away, but he was like a stone, refusing to move. determined to finish what he'd started.

"I'll kill you! How dare you touch my sister, you bastard! Inayat, let me go!" he roared, his voice filled with pure rage.

"Shivansh, listen to me! Stop! Please, stop!" I cried, my hands shaking as I held onto him, trying to calm him down and trying to pull him away. But he was too far gone, too consumed by anger.

He was relentless, his eyes turned red with fury and all I can see was Shivansh's worst side nobody wants to see.

Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I screamed on top of my lung, "SHIVANSH, STOP!" My voice cut through the chaos, and with one last desperate pull, I managed to yank him away from Aryan bhai.

We both stood there, breathing hard, his eyes still burning with fury. "Shivansh, we'll talk about this at home. Yaha koi tamasha nahi hoga, got it?" I shouted at him, he was fuming in rage and giving death stare to Aryan bhai.

"but Inayat—" he started, but I cut him off.

"I said NO! We'll deal with this at home. No more drama here! " I shouted, my voice trembling with emotion. His jaw clenched, and I could see him struggling to contain his rage, his fists tight at his sides.

"Bhaii, we'll talk this out at home, okay??" I said to Aryan bhai trying to assure him.

I grabbed Shivansh's hand, trying to drag him away, but he wouldn't budge. It was like trying to move a mountain. I nearly lost my balance, pulling him with all my strength.

And then, without warning, he turned back towards Ahana, dragging me with him. He grabbed her wrist and started dragging both of us towards the car.

Ahana turned back, her voice laced with urgency, as she shouted, "Aryan, don't forget the bouquets! Don't you dare leave them there, bring them with you!"

Shivansh glared at her in anger and disbelief, yanking her forward, making her quiet instantly. Aryan bhai nodded like an obedient child, too stunned to do anything else.

I couldn't believe these two. What a mess this had turned into. I looked back at Aryan bhai, giving him a nod to assure him, Then hurried after Shivansh, catching up to the car.

When we reached the car, Shivansh was already sitting in the passenger seat, his face still fuming with anger. Ahana sat in the back, looking small and scared. I slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove off, the tension in the car thick enough to cut with a knife.

The silence in the car was suffocating. Shivansh's anger was a storm beside me, his jaw clenched so tight that the muscle in his cheek twitched, and Ahana sat quietly in the back, her hands folded like a scolded child. The tension was thick, making it hard to breathe.

My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white as I focused on getting us home before things spiraled further. Every second felt endless, my heart pounding, the adrenaline from the scene at the restaurant still coursing through me.

I glanced at Shivansh, hoping he'd calm down, but his face remained hard, unreadable, and unyielding.

As we pulled up to Ashiyana, Shivansh was out of the car before I could even turn off the engine. He slammed the door shut with a force that made me flinch, the sound echoing in the quiet night.

I got out, followed by Ahana, who looked as nervous as I felt. We exchanged a quick, worried glance.

She lowered her head, clearly feeling ashamed and scared. I patted her back and gave her a reassuring nod.

She looked at me, vulnerable and uncertain, but before I could say anything, a loud crash made us both jerk our heads toward the house. We ran inside.

There we saw Shivansh, growling like a beast, his rage unleashed as he threw things across the room. I rushed to him just as he picked up a second vase to throw. I snatched it from his hands.

"Are you out of your mind? I've been telling you day and night not to strain your stitches, and now you're doing this to make it worse!" I screamed at him, kyunki innko pyaar ki bhasha toh samajh aati nahi hai.

He shook my hands off and stormed toward Ahana. His expression softened slightly as he gently took her hands in his. "Baccha, what was that? You and Aryan? It's not true, right? Whatever we saw there, was a lie, haina?"  desperate for answers.

Her cheeks wobbled, and her hands trembled as tears began to fall from her eyes. She looked down, unable to face him.

Shivansh's patience was thinning. "Ahana, look at me. Answer me, dammit!" he shouted when she didn't respond.

She flinched, her voice shaky, "Bhaiya, I—" She couldn't finish, breaking down into more sobs. Shivansh let go of her hands and ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated.

"Shivansh, stop yelling at her. Calm down. We don't know the whole story yet. We don't know what's going on. Maybe Aryan bhai cares about her, and this isn't what you think.

But we won't know unless we talk, unless we calm down and handle this like adults," I began, trying to keep my tone soothing, but he wasn't having any of it

"Did you even see what happened?? are you even listening to yourself before saying this??

Care Inayat?? HE HAD HIS HANDS ALL OVER HER!" He got disgusted saying it.

"Calm down? You're telling me to calm down and talk? THEY WERE ABOUT TO FUCKING KISS!"

"What??!" A voice came from behind me—it was Advay Bhai. He stormed towards us, disbelief etched on his face. "Ahana? Kissing who?" His tone was sharp, and I could feel another storm brewing.

"Now, Answer him, Ahana," Shivansh demanded. But she still couldn't bring herself to look up.

Shivansh took a deep breath, his voice low and dark as he asked,

"How long has this been going on, Ahana? How long have you been lying to me and sneaking around with him?"

Her eyes filled with hurt as she finally looked at him. His words had cut deep. "We weren't sneaking around. I... I love him," she replied, her voice trembling but firm. Her confession hung in the air, heavy and final.

Her words hit Shivansh like a punch. The shock of it made everything around us go still. Shivansh stood there, his expression unreadable, as if he couldn't quite process what he'd just heard. Advay Bhai was frozen in disbelief.

And then we heard the screech of tires. Aryan bhai had arrived, and now the real destruction was about to begin. What happened before was just a trailer.

Shivansh heard it too and suddenly headed to the kitchen, leaving us confused about what he was up to. Aryan bhai entered, his lip cut and bleeding, his nose also bruised.

"Aryan bhai? What happened?" Advay bhai asked, but Aryan bhai just looked at me.

"Where is Shivansh?" he asked in a low voice, and then Shivansh appeared from the kitchen, his head lowered, eyes fixed on Aryan bhai with a menacing glare.

Our eyes followed his hand, and we saw he was holding a big, sharp knife. Fear and shock rippled through all of us as he walked toward Aryan bhai.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Shivansh, this isn't right. We can talk this out calmly..." Aryan bhai said, panicked, stepping back.

I grabbed Shivansh's hand, pulling him toward me, and gave him a death glare. "Shivansh, stop!" I warned him, my teeth clenched, and took the knife from his hand.

I dragged him to the sofa, making him sit down. "I dare you to move from here."

He avoided my eyes, looking anywhere but at me. "Bhai, you sit there," I told Aryan bhai, pointing to the sofa across from Shivansh.

Advay bhai stood frozen, his eyes darting between Shivansh and Aryan bhai, unsure of what is happening. The tension in the room was suffocating, like a storm ready to break.

Shivansh was seething, his fists clenched tightly in his lap, but he stayed put. His jaw was tense, every muscle in his body coiled as if ready to spring at any moment.

Aryan bhai, still shaken, cautiously sat down across from him. The silence was thick, the air charged with unspoken words.

I stood between them, my heart pounding, trying to think of how to diffuse this situation. "We're going to talk, but calmly," I said, my voice steady but firm. "No more violence. Shivansh, you need to listen."

Shivansh's eyes finally met mine, and for a moment, I saw the storm in them, He nodded.

"Bhai, please explain what's going on," I said to Aryan bhai, hoping his words would bring some clarity and peace to the chaos.

Aryan bhai took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving Shivansh. "I know it looked bad, really bad," he started, his voice low and steady.

"BUT I am in love with Ahana. I. LOVE. AHANA." He emphasized every word, looking at her with what could only be described as pure love, pressing each word with assurance and conviction.

Advay bhai stood in shock, speechless. Shivansh's expression morphed into something more terrifying as he stormed towards Aryan bhai, grabbing his collar and shaking him.

"How could you? I trusted you, and you were sneaking and messing around with my sister and betraying me! Since how long have you been doing this?"

Aryan bhai's eyes darkened with a new intensity. He jerked Shivansh's hands off his collar. "First of all, we weren't sneaking around. She means everything to me. I care about Ahana, and I'm repeating—I LOVE HER," he said, his gaze unwavering, locking onto Shivansh's, and I could tell he wasn't messing around.

Shivansh's fists tightened, his knuckles white, but he didn't interrupt. He was still listening, though his anger simmered dangerously beneath the surface.

Aryan bhai continued, his voice sharp, "Aur Shivansh, kya pyaar sirf tu hi kar sakta hai? Main nahi? Tera pyaar, pyaar hai, mera pyaar—'sneaking and messing around'?"  The hurt in his voice was unmistakable.

"Meri behen kyun? Duniya bhar mein itni ladkiyan hain, tujhe meri hi behen mili?" Shivansh asked, his question hanging in the air, making us pause in confusion.

What was the real problem? WHAT IS THE PROBLEM IF HE LOVES HER?

"Haa," Aryan bhai shot back. "What's the problem if I love your sister? Why is that such an issue?"

"There is a problem, and you won't understand," Shivansh growled.

Aryan bhai, fed up and done with Shivansh's illogical reply, grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his side-beside him.

"Inayat bhi meri behen hai. So if you won't let me be with your sister, then I won't let you be with mine." His tone was calm, almost casual, and I didn't say or react anything.

"Aryan, yeh nautanki band kar, and end whatever you have with my sister. Everything will be fine, and everyone will be happy," Shivansh declared.

His dismissiveness made rage bubble inside me. Was he serious? Did he really think love could just be turned off like that? Could he unlove me that easily? Does he even love me?? My insecurities about us surged, twisting in my gut like a knife.

Aryan bhai's patience snapped. "This isn't a joke, Shivansh. And it's not 'whatever.' I love your sister-I'm repeating this for the nth time, and this will never fucking end, and If anyone even tries to get in the way, I pledge to destroy them and leave them with nothing-even if its you." He stated in a menacing voice.

"I may be look like a sunshine and non-harmful person, but trust me with this shivansh, I can burn the whole fucking world just to have My ahana." His voice was cold, deadly serious.

"Aur yeh baat tune aaj apne muh se nikal di, ab kabhi mat bolna shivansh," he warned, the tension between them thickening with every word.

"Tujhe problem kya hai mujhse? You've known me for years. I run a billion-dollar company, I can provide for her. Not just financially, but emotionally, mentally, physically.

I can make her happy, I can take care of her. So what's the issue?" Aryan bhai asked, his voice more controlled now, but still full of frustration.

Shivansh snapped back, his anger erupting. "You don't even have a family! I don't even know whose blood you are. You never take anything in life seriously. Everything is a joke to you, Aryan! How can I trust you with my sister?"

Shivansh snapped back at him in anger, not realizing what he had just said out of rage, not realizing how much his words stung, not just Aryan bhai but me as well.

Aryan bhai's face fell, hurt flooding his expression. He swallowed hard and took a breath.

"I get it. I never had a family, but I made yours mine. I thought we were family, but clearly, I was wrong —you just proved it. Does it really matter whose blood runs through my veins? I've been raised in this family, right beside you.

We grew up together, Shivansh. But today, you've shown me that knowing someone's lineage is more important to you than the bonds we've built from the heart. I accept that I never took life seriously because I never had anything or anyone to lose.

Nothing really mattered to me. I accept, main har cheez mazak mein leta hu because I never want to show anyone how much I am struggling and how lonely I am."

He paused, gulped, and took another deep breath, trying to control his emotions. "But..." his voice shaking, he looked at Ahana and had a fragile smile while continuing,

"When I met Ahana, everything changed. When I had her in my life, She became my family, my safe place, my home, my everything. She made me care.

I never took anything seriously before, but when I had her, She made me serious about life, I feared losing her. I became serious about her, about us.

After her, everything in my life started to have meaning, and I started to finally live. I never thought I was missing anything before, she completed me. but after her... I can't imagine life without her. Ahana is all I have. I have nothing but her—as mine."

His voice cracked at the end, and the weight of his words hung in the air. When he couldn't take it anymore, he turned and walked out, leaving behind a silence heavier than the storm that had just passed.

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