The mansion felt quieter than usual that morning.
But not in a heavy way.
In a… waiting way.
Meher sat near the window, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the glass. The soft sunlight fell on her face, making her look calmer than she actually felt.
Inside—
Everything was still confusing.
Messy.
Unsettled.
She hated him.
She reminded herself of that every few minutes.
But lately…
It wasn't as simple as before.
"Thinking about me?"
Her head snapped up instantly.
Aarav stood near the door, leaning casually, his eyes already fixed on her like he had been watching for a while.
"No," she replied quickly.
Too quickly.
A slow smirk appeared on his lips.
"Jitni jaldi tumne mana kiya na…"
He stepped inside.
"…utna hi clear ho gaya."
(The faster you denied it… the clearer it became.)
She rolled her eyes.
"You really think everything is about you?"
He walked closer.
"Tumhari duniya mein?" he tilted his head slightly.
"…haan."
(In your world? Yes.)
Her cheeks warmed slightly.
And she hated that.
"Stop saying things like that," she muttered, looking away.
"Kyuuun?" he dragged the word slightly, clearly enjoying this.
"Because they don't make sense!"
"Ya phir…"
He leaned a little closer.
"…zyada sense bana dete hain?"
(Or maybe… they make too much sense?)
She stood up instantly.
"I'm leaving."
He caught her wrist lightly.
Not tight.
Not harsh.
Just enough to stop her.
"Relax," he said calmly. "I'm not stopping you from going."
She frowned slightly.
"Then what?"
A pause.
Then—
"I'm taking you somewhere."
Her eyes narrowed.
"Where?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead—
he looked at her like he was enjoying the suspense.
"A honeymoon."
Silence.
"What?" she blinked, completely caught off guard.
"Honeymoon," he repeated casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Her face flushed instantly.
"Have you lost your mind?!" she snapped. "We're not going anywhere!"
"We are."
"No, we're not!"
"Yes, we are."
She stared at him in disbelief.
"You don't just decide things like this!" she argued.
"I already did."
Her hands clenched into fists.
"You're impossible!"
"And you're coming with me."
She turned away, frustrated.
"I'm not going."
Aarav stepped closer again.
"Tum itni easily mana kar dogi?" he said softly.
"…thoda convince toh karne do."
(You'll refuse this easily? At least let me convince you.)
She crossed her arms.
"I'm not interested."
"Pakka?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yes."
He leaned closer—
just enough to make her breath uneven.
"Phir itni jaldi blush kyun kar rahi ho?"
(Then why are you blushing so quickly?)
Her eyes widened instantly.
"I'm not blushing!"
"Again jhoot," he murmured.
Before she could react—
he gently tilted her chin up.
"Dekho…" he said softly.
"…gaal already laal ho chuke hain."
(Look… your cheeks are already red.)
Her heart started racing uncontrollably.
"Leave me!" she said, pulling back slightly.
But her voice lacked the earlier sharpness.
Aarav noticed.
Always.
"Tumhe pata hai…" he said slowly.
"…tum jab gussa hoti ho na, tab bhi cute lagti ho."
(You know… even when you're angry, you look cute.)
Her breath caught again.
"Stop calling me that!"
"Cute?" he smirked.
"Yes!"
He stepped closer again.
"Phir kya bolun?" he asked softly.
"…dangerous?"
(Then what should I call you? Dangerous?)
She opened her mouth to reply—
But nothing came out.
Because his gaze—
It wasn't teasing anymore.
It was deeper.
"Tumhe dekh ke ek problem hoti hai," he continued.
"What problem?" she asked, almost automatically.
"…control lose ho jata hai."
(I lose control.)
Her heartbeat skipped.
The words weren't loud.
But they felt heavy.
"Then control yourself," she whispered.
He smiled faintly.
"Try kar raha hoon…" he murmured.
"…par tum help nahi kar rahi."
(I'm trying… but you're not helping.)
Her face flushed deeper.
"I'm not doing anything!"
"Exactly," he said.
"That's the problem."
She stared at him, confused.
He stepped back finally.
Giving her space.
"Pack your things," he said calmly.
"I said I'm not going."
"You are."
"No."
"Yes."
She groaned in frustration.
"Why are you like this?!" she exclaimed.
"Because I want this," he replied simply.
"And what about what I want?"
A pause.
Then—
"You'll start wanting it too."
Her breath caught.
"Don't be so sure," she said.
He walked toward the door.
Then stopped.
Without turning—
he said something that made her heart race again.
"Waise…"
A pause.
"…honeymoon pe tumhe saree mein hi le jaun ya kuch aur try karogi?"
(By the way… should I take you on the honeymoon in a saree… or will you try something else?)
Her face turned completely red.
"AARAV!" she snapped.
He smirked.
"Bas pooch raha tha," he said casually.
She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
He caught it effortlessly.
"Violence?" he raised an eyebrow.
"…acha hai."
(Nice.)
"You're unbelievable!"
"And you're coming with me."
She turned away again, trying to hide her expression.
But inside—
Something was changing.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
Because for the first time—
The idea didn't feel completely terrifying.
And that scared her.
A lot.
Behind her—
Aarav watched silently.
Noticing everything.
Every blush.
Every hesitation.
Every reaction.
And for the first time—
A small, rare satisfaction settled in his chest.
Because she wasn't just fighting him anymore.
She was reacting to him.
And that meant one thing.
He was getting closer.
.
.
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Hope you will like this chapter and give me suggestions gyzz I am waiting for your feedback. Met you Tommorow with another suspense chapter till then byee byee