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VIRANSH'S POV
My brain is just a mess. I've hurt her... she's not talking to me, and I feel it's all because of that fucking woman. A dangerous smirk came on my face as our so-called Mrs. Brown is being taken care of by my men, but the real problem is how should I tell it to my Noor? She's so innocent... she'll be scared of me. Ahhh, I screamed in my head.
The things you do to me, Noor... I'm losing my control. I don't care if it's early in the morning, I was waiting for her to wake up, but I don't care now. I want her. I need to explain to her. I can't spoil everything now... I can't lose my angel now, my innocent baby.
I was heading downstairs, but my breath hitched in my throat seeing my APSARA swaying in the grace of the morning light. She was dancing to the song Manwa Laage, and damn... I slipped two steps, completely mesmerized by her.
The golden glow of the sunrays painted her surroundings, and she was standing in front of the glass doors, dancing, swaying her body so effortlessly. She honestly looked ethereal. And the lines echoed deep in my mind:
Musafir hoon main door ka, deewana hoon main dhoop ka,
mujhe na bhaaye, na bhaaye, na bhaaye chhaav re...
I felt those lines deep... like they were meant for her, for this moment. I was at peace seeing her like this. I'm okay being like this... but let her enjoy her dance.
And then, I ran and held her by her waist, completely lost in her eyes. I twirled her while holding her waist, continuing the dance with her, matching her rhythm without breaking the moment.
In her daze of dancing, I noticed something by mistake-she had hit her hand on the table earlier, and water had spilled. Now she was about to step on the wet floor where broken glass pieces were scattered. I couldn't risk it... not when it's her.
So I pulled her slightly closer, ensuring she didn't step there, keeping her safe as we continued dancing. The world around us faded away until the song finally ended.
We both stood there, breathing heavily, sweat forming on us. She was about to leave, but I held her wrist firmly. Taking a deep breath, I finally spoke.
"I know I've hurt you so much... but don't I deserve to explain anything to you???"
She just hummed softly, not meeting my eyes fully.
I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself, and spoke again.
"Fine... freshen up and meet me outside. I'll be waiting for you."
I released her wrist gently and let her go, watching her leave while my heart still refused to settle.
DIYAS POV
I came to my room to freshen up and now I'm nervous I know he's upset for a few days with my behaviour but I can't help it i genuinely don't understand why I am behaving like a teenager .
Huffing I got ready in my casual clothes and headed downstairs What happened yesterday it bothered me as well as him I can see his blue orbs tired eyes trying to talk to me and explain everything without voicing out it's not like I don't believe him but sometimes I need words not actions .
'Diya stop being overdramatic and talk to him ' said my subconscious and I agreed to it because I can't see him like this he's really tired for two days I'm troubling him not anymore I'll talk to him today
I went out side it's still early morning all my dever's are still sleeping maybe 'Dever's and all?? Bhai your agreeing to those idiots ?' asked my subconscious mind and biting my lips i replied yes
(Brother-in-law's and all ?? Bro your agreeing to those idiots ?)
So as I came outside in saw him leanig to his car and casually scrolling his mobile phone I came near him and spoke "Chaley Mr.Blue ?" And his eyes winded discovering the new nickname hehe it's cute tho
He cleared his throat and opened the car door for me and I sat comfortable inside it and he jogged to the other side and I was looking out of the window enjoying the view because inside the care there was some tension.
Aur meku tension free rehney ka eh bc aur stress aur overthinking nahi karna so Me bahar dekhker ich thik hu I taught to my self and seighted inwardly.
I don't know these awkward yet peaceful moments also I was tired when sleep took over me I dosed out.
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I felt something tikiling on my cheeks I scrunched my nose in irritation and I herd chunkling sound and slowly rupped my eyes and opened my eyes only to wind them in pure shock
Bhaii chowww me tho Car me thi naaa ???? 'aub apney saiyya ke bahon me eh' Oyy thu chup kar jub dekho thub shuru ho jata eh i scolded my brain and was looking confused at him
(Bc I was in car right ?? ' now you re in the arms of your lover ' you shut up)
I saw Mr.Akdhu rajvanshi having a soft smile on his lips. His face was calm if he was in peace and he was playing with my loose strands of hair and I was happy at least he's tension free for a few seconds
"You I mean what am I doing in your arms Mr.rajvanshi" and I gulped looking his eyes because I realised I just called him the name which he told I'm not allowed to call him
"Noting Ms. Kasani you were sleeping so I taught just to carry you out of the car as you were sleeping peacefully " and I blinked my eyes and My intuition took and I pecked his lips and the fvck I winded my eyes .
I thought he'd kiss me now but he just tightened his hold on my waist it was bare because of the crop top I was wearing and he hid his face in my crook of neck and seighted
Unsure what to do I spoke "I'm sorry ansh , because of my overthinking your stressed " I paused a bit and spoke " maybe I'm still overthinking maybe your not stressed but I don't know I'm just sorry if your hurt in anyway because of me "
I completed and he huffed and took his face out and looked at me and spoke calmly " Angle why are you sorry I'm sorry for not taking care of you I should have apologized to you earlier but idk why the fvck my life is so fucked up I try to sort one problem and another problem comes out and about Mrs. Brown she's a Sl*t "
I winded my eyes listening to him wtf he's speaking bad words ??? 'as if you don't speak' shut up i shushed it and focused " yeh ik your thinking about me cursing I don't usually curse and especially women you think what kind of a woman she'd be that I'm cursing her" i hummed
"And about the day before yesterday drama I'm sorry princess I should have informed you beforehand but There are somethings for which maybe you'll hate me in future but I promise I'll tell you everything when the Right time arrives and it was risky to take you with me that day but you ended up putting yourself self in problem "
I glared at him saying "it's your mistake you should have told me earlier naa" he chuckled and hugged me tighter and said "So Ms. Angle did you forgive your worthless boss?" I held his face in my palms and spoke "your not worthless ansh it's just tha-- " Baby it's okay you don't need to explain anything ik how my good for nothing brothers might have spoken shit about me and how much of an overthinker you are "
I pouted at his words and he just loves irritating me so much " awwww " he awwwed me and i spoke "don't awww me " i scrunched my noses in irritation and he kissed my nose again and hugged me tightly and hid his face in my chest
And i blushed hard my heart was bearing fastly and i was biting my lips and out of the blue she spoke "it's so soft angle " and i winded my eyes and shouted " what do you mean ???" He looked at me and told me "your crop tops material "
And I sighted in relief but it lived for a short time he asked " btw what were you thinking sweetheart ?? " And i looked everywhere except his eyes and "nothing ansh I was just speaking normally" and he spoke with his horised voice " btw they are even softer sweetheart " and i winded my eyes
I looked at him and a teasing smile was resting on his lips me being a dumb a*s i spoke again " what are you talking about ? " And he spoke deeply " I'm talking about my babies baby gurl" he looked at me and I followed his eyes and they were in my breas-
"Wtf ansh " and I hit his arms harder and spoke "your so shameless person Viranshs Rajvanshi how could you speak like that " i said and I kept my hands on my ceast covering them dramatically I don't feel awkward around him tho but just th trouble him I did that
He laughed so hard he's cheats were shaking and he spoke awww my innocent baby " and I huffed at him "but on a serious note my babies are really soft jaan yk they are softer than cotton I feel like sleeping on them every time " and I'm done with this mostorous guy
I just got up and he ran knowing very well how I'm going to hit him "haha sorry jaan but I'm speaking facts " he's so shameless " your the worst ansh and most shameless person I've met " "thank you sweetheart" and i stopped being tired
He has so much stamina and i lay down on the grass and I saw we were on a mountain and he came back to my side and layed beside me and kept my head on his arm and I was playing with his buttons looking at the sky and then i told him " let's go ansh I'm sleepy we'll eat something and then I'll sleep we need to pack for London as well"
He nodded his head and we both reached back to the villa today is the best day he apologized even when it was not his mistake but what I didn't know was I was going to be in trouble now
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VIRANSHS POV
As we came inside my brother spoke Aarav "omfoooo Babhiii subha subha kaha gai aap ?" (OMG bhabhii where you went early in the morning?) And she gave them a boring look and said "Why should I tell it to you Mr.Rajvanshi?".
"Hawwwwwww bhabhiii dhokaaaaaa youuu changeddddd " he sniffed Dramatic "Aub hum kya ich karsatey eh 'Deverjii' aap ne khud bohut jhut boley eh humko " she was looking at him with accusing eyes as if she got to know something and Aarav gulped. The fvck???? Did he really gulp??
My women can definitely get anyone on there knees I just smirked at the taught and i cleared my throat irrepting there banter and said " okay guys everyone eat something and sleepy for some time we'll be heading to London in evening " and all of them grinned and i rolled my eyes .
They were happy because I was the one alone bearing all the expenses of the London trip and they all wanted to be with there partner in crime Ake my Angle I smiled and started resuming my work yk I'll definitely work hard for our future kids. 'Our Kids?' i smiled at my thoughts and resumed working .
NOW I'm sitting in my jets beadroom apparently my Angle and my devil brothers were feeling bored so they deceided to talk some shit i was not interested but just because she's leaning or basically sleeping in my arms and listning to them that's the only reason I'm tolerating there shitty talks .
My Angle must be hungry That's why I already ordered food for her and they were talking about how a girl lost her hand because of me actually I cut her hand just because she touched me she was no saint woman so never mind she gasped at this but I signaled them so they never told that I was the one who had cut her hand because I will tell her that I am a Mafia but not like this .
I am actually scared to tell it to her what if she left me?? What if she dosnt likes mafias and all I know I am an overthinker but I can't help when the topic is related to her .
LONDON
We arrived early in the morning it's 4:30 am and my Angle is sleeping in my arms she's really cute I can't help but kiss her cheek and she changed her position in sleep. I just so want to confess to her but it's fine I'll do it in a memorable way .
And I have a crucial meeting today and I'll have to attend the mafia meeting as well because I almost killed Marco Bellini I mean my woman beat him he fell into the sea but i can't just assume he's dead because I need solid proof that he's dead that's why my men are searching for him and I'll be telling noor about me being mafia .
I took a deep breath and thought of ways of telling this to her and then I got snapped out of my thoughts because of him Rudra " Bhabhi ke khaiyalon me khoiye hue ho bhaiyyaaaaaa" ( your lost in bhabhis thoughts brotherrr) and sighting I shooked my head at his overexictment.
AUTHOR'S POV
The morning didn't rush into the room... it slowly unfolded itself, like a secret waiting to be discovered. The soft London sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains, touching her face gently, almost as if it knew she belonged to warmth.
Diya stirred in her sleep, her brows knitting slightly before relaxing again. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she shifted, but instead of the emptiness of a bed... she felt something firm, warm... alive.
Viransh.
Her head rested perfectly against his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist possessively even in sleep, as if his subconscious refused to let her go. His fingers were tangled in her hair, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands.
For a moment... she didn't move.
She just stayed there, listening to his heartbeat.
Steady.
Strong.
Safe.
Her fingers curled slightly over his shirt, and that small movement was enough.
His grip tightened.
And without even opening his eyes, his lips brushed softly against her temple.
"Since when have you been awake, Noor?"
Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttering as she looked up at him.
"Aapko kaise pata chalta hai har baar?" (How do you always know?)
A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrating against her cheek as his blue eyes slowly opened, locking onto hers with that same intensity... the same dangerous softness.
"Tumhari saansein badal jaati hain." (Your breathing changes.)
Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she tried to look away, but his fingers came under her chin, lifting her face back towards him, not allowing her to escape.
"Stop ignoring me, Noor..."
His voice dropped, deeper... darker... making her heartbeat race uncontrollably.
"When I look at you... you belong only to me."
Her fingers tightened around his shirt, her breath uneven now, her lips parting slightly but no words coming out.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
He always did.
A slow smirk formed on his lips as his thumb brushed over her lower lip deliberately, making her shiver.
"You blush so easily... how will I control myself?"
Her eyes widened at his words, and she immediately shut them, turning her face slightly away.
"Ansh..."
He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear.
"Don't say my name like that..."
Her grip tightened again, her heart practically racing out of her chest.
"Or I'll forget how innocent you are."
That was it.
She pushed him lightly, her face completely red, and quickly got up from the bed.
"Aap- aap bohut buree ho!" (You are impossible!)
He just leaned back, resting his head on the pillow, watching her with a lazy smirk.
"Aur tum meri ho." (And you are mine.)
She didn't reply.
Couldn't.
Because if she stayed another second... she'd lose herself.
She didn't look back.
Didn't dare to.
Because his words... they had a way of wrapping around her thoughts, pulling her deeper into something she didn't yet understand. Something dangerous. Something addictive.
Diya rushed into the washroom, shutting the door behind her as she leaned against it, closing her eyes tightly.
Her heart was still racing.
"Yeh aadmi na..." (This man...) she muttered under her breath, pressing her palm against her chest as if that would calm it down.
But it didn't.
Because his voice still lingered.
His touch still burned.
And his words-
"Aur tum meri ho."
Her cheeks flushed again, and she quickly shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away. Turning on the shower, she stepped under the cold water, hoping it would wash away the heat that refused to leave her body.
But some things...
Don't wash away that easily.
A while later, she stepped out, dressed in her casual clothes, her hair slightly damp, falling softly over her shoulders. Her face looked calm... but her eyes still carried that faint nervousness, that quiet chaos she was trying so hard to hide.
As she walked into the main area of the villa, something felt off.
Too quiet.
Too still.
Her steps slowed.
Everyone was there.
Arnav stood near the couch, his posture stiff. Aarav looked unusually silent. Rudra's playful expression was gone. Devank had his arms crossed, his gaze fixed ahead.
Even the guards-
Alert.
Frozen.
And then there was Dhruv.
Who looked at her... and sighed.
Not fearfully.
But knowingly.
"Kya hua?" (What happened?) she asked softly, her brows knitting in confusion.
No one answered.
Not a single word.
Her heartbeat slowed... not out of calm, but out of something else.
Something strange.
Something pulling her to turn around.
And when she did-Her breath stilled.
A Bengal tiger.
Massive.
Powerful.
Standing just a few steps away from her.
Azer.
Its golden eyes locked onto her, its body still, yet radiating a silent dominance that could make anyone freeze in fear.
Anyone.
Except her.
For a moment, she just stared.
And then-
Her lips slowly parted.
Her eyes lit up.
"Oh my God..."
Before anyone could react-
She moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
"DIYA WAI-!"
But she didn't stop.
She ran straight towards the tiger, closing the distance in seconds, and without a hint of hesitation... she wrapped her arms around its neck, burying her face into its thick fur like it was nothing more than a soft toy.
"Babyyyy... you're so cuteeeeee!"
Silence.
Complete silence.
Arnav's eyes widened.
Aarav's mouth fell open.
Rudra looked like he had forgotten how to breathe.
Devank just stared.
The guards stiffened further, unsure whether to intervene or accept their fate. Because everyone expected diya to get scared of Azer but here she's hugging him like a teddybear.
And Viransh-
He froze.
His entire body went rigid, his blue eyes widening as disbelief took over his features.
"Noor..."His voice came out low.
But Azer didn't react. Didn't growl. Didn't move aggressively. He never let him touch anyone not even viransh's brother only viransh had the access to touch him as he was his father and now seems like Azer got his mumma as well but now Instead... of growling
The massive tiger lowered its head slightly... leaning into her touch.
Calm.
Still.
Almost... affectionate.
Dhruv let out a slow breath, rubbing his forehead.
"Maine bola tha..."
Viransh ran a hand through his hair, his expression somewhere between shock and frustration as he walked closer, his eyes never leaving her.
"This girl is totally insane I taught she'll be scared of him and look at her exicetment."
She turned her head towards him, still hugging Azer, her face glowing with excitement.
"Ansh, can we keep him?"
For a moment... he just stared at her.
And then-
A breathless chuckle escaped his lips.
"This is a tiger, Noor... not a teddy bear ."
She pouted slightly.
"Same hi toh hai." (It's the same thing.)
He shook his head, completely defeated.
"Tum normal nahi ho sakti?" (Can't you be normal?)
Her smile widened.
"Boring hota hai." (That's boring.)
And something about that-
Made him smile. And he said " It's Azer and maybe he liked you as well" and she says " awwwww my cutuu saa azer babyy its my babieee" and everyone looked at her in shock because azer was anything but cute and a baby????
VIRANSH'S POV
Later that day, something inside me shifted. The lightness that had been surrounding us since morning... it started fading, slowly, quietly, like it knew it didn't belong for too long in a life like mine. I stood near the balcony, my back facing her, my hands clenched slightly as I stared out at the city. London looked alive beneath me-people moving, lights flickering, life going on as if nothing ever went wrong. But my mind... it wasn't there. It was stuck somewhere between fear and reality, between what I was... and what she thought I was.
I heard her footsteps before I saw her. Soft. Careful. Like she was trying not to disturb something fragile. And maybe she was right... because I was fragile in that moment. Not weak-but vulnerable in a way I had never allowed myself to be.
"Ansh...?"
Her voice came out soft, hesitant, and for a second I closed my eyes. That one word... the way she said my name... it made everything harder. Because if she looked at me differently after this, I didn't know if I'd be able to handle it.
I didn't turn immediately. I needed a second. Just one second to steady myself. To not sound like a man who was afraid of losing the only person who made his world feel less dark.
After a moment, I finally spoke, my voice low, controlled... but carrying a weight I couldn't hide.
"What I'm about to say... you might not see me the same way after this."
There was silence behind me. Not the uncomfortable kind... but the kind where someone is listening. Truly listening. She didn't interrupt, didn't question, didn't rush me. And that... that gave me more courage than anything else could have.
I turned slowly.
And the moment my eyes met hers... I almost forgot what I was about to say.
Because she wasn't scared.
She wasn't doubtful.
She was just... there. Looking at me like I was still the same person.
But I wasn't.
Not completely.
I took a breath, my jaw tightening slightly as I spoke again.
"I'm not just a businessman."
The words felt heavier than they should have. Maybe because they were leading to something I had hidden for so long.
I held her gaze, not looking away this time.
"I'm mafia."
There.
I said it.
No turning back now.
For a second, nothing happened. The air between us stilled, as if even time paused to see her reaction. My eyes searched hers, waiting... for fear, for hesitation, for anything that would tell me I had just lost her.
But what I saw-
It wasn't fear.
Her eyes widened, yes... but not the way I expected. There was no panic, no rejection. Instead, there was something else entirely.
Excitement.
"Really?"
I blinked, caught off guard. Out of everything I had imagined... this wasn't one of them.
Before I could even respond, she stepped closer, faster now, her eyes shining in a way that confused me even more.
"You mean... guns, enemies, power, everything?"
I just stared at her for a moment, trying to process what was happening.
"You're not scared?" I asked, my voice softer now, almost uncertain.
She shook her head instantly, without even thinking.
"Not at all!"
And then she did something that completely broke whatever tension was left between us. She grabbed my arm, her excitement so genuine, so unfiltered, that it pulled something out of me I didn't even realize I was holding back.
"This is even more interesting!"
For a moment... I just looked at her.
Really looked at her.
Tried to understand how someone could react like this. How someone could look at the darkness in me... and not run away from it.
And then-
I laughed.
Not the controlled, measured laugh I was used to.
A real one.
The kind that came from somewhere deep inside, from relief, from disbelief, from the sudden realization that maybe... just maybe... I hadn't lost her.
I pulled her closer without thinking, my arms wrapping around her as if I needed to feel her there, needed to make sure she wasn't going anywhere. My face lowered slightly near her neck as I exhaled, a breath I didn't even realize I had been holding.
"You really are crazy..."
She smiled softly against me, her hands resting on my chest as if that was where she belonged.
"For you."
Those two words...
They did something to me.
Something dangerous.
My grip on her tightened unconsciously, and when I pulled back, my hand came up to cup her face, my thumb brushing lightly against her cheek.
Our eyes met again.
Her soft brown ones...
And my blue ones that had seen things they shouldn't have.
But in that moment... none of it mattered.
She wasn't looking at the mafia.
She wasn't looking at the darkness.
She was looking at me.
And for the first time in a long time... I let myself believe that maybe I wasn't completely lost.
That maybe... I could still have something good.
Because the way she looked at me... it didn't change.
Not even after knowing everything.
And that?
That was more dangerous than anything else in my life.
Because now... I had something to lose.
The moment I let myself hold her properly, it felt like something inside me finally stopped shaking. Her warmth against my chest, the way her fingers rested there like she belonged, the way her heartbeat slowly matched mine... it was dangerous how quickly she had become my calm. For someone like me, calm was never supposed to exist. And yet she was standing right there, turning my chaos into something almost bearable.
But peace... never stays.
My phone vibrated again, sharp against the silence, pulling me back into the world I never truly leave. I didn't need to check it to know what it meant. My men don't disturb me unless something is wrong, and I already knew what kind of wrong it was.
The moment I looked at the screen, everything inside me tightened. Marco Bellini. Alive. Still moving. Still breathing. Still not where he was supposed to be.
My jaw clenched instantly, my expression shifting without permission. Cold. Controlled. That version of me she hasn't fully seen yet. The one I keep buried for her sake.
And she felt it.
Of course she did.
Her hand slowly left my chest as her eyes searched mine, softer now but alert.
"Ansh... what happened?"
I didn't answer immediately because I knew if I spoke right then, she would hear the change in me. The shift she isn't ready for yet. I locked my phone, forcing my expression to stay steady before looking back at her.
"It's nothing important."
It was a lie, but it rolled off easily. I've built my life on lies that sound like truth.
She frowned immediately, because she always does when I hide things from her.
"That doesn't look like nothing."
I sighed under my breath, running a hand through my hair, trying to pull myself back into control. She was standing too close, too aware, too involved in everything I try to keep separate from her.
"Noor... some things are better left untouched."
Her eyes didn't move away from me even for a second, and that stubbornness in her gaze made my chest tighten more than it should have.
"I told you I'm not scared of your world."
That sentence hit deeper than it should have, because she meant it so easily, like she had already decided where she belonged without asking me.
I stepped closer again without realizing it, lowering my voice because I didn't want anyone else to hear this part of me.
"It's not about fear."
A pause came between us, heavy enough to make the air feel tighter.
I looked at her properly then, like I was trying to make her understand something she refuses to feel yet.
"It's about what my world does to people like you."
Her expression softened, but she didn't step back, didn't even hesitate.
"I can handle it."
A breath left me before I could stop it, almost a laugh but not quite, because she really believes that. She really believes she can stand inside my chaos and still remain untouched.
I tilted my head slightly, my hand brushing against hers without thinking, grounding myself through her.
"You think you can handle me?"
Her cheeks turned faintly red at my tone, but she still didn't break eye contact, didn't retreat even a step.
"I already am."
That line hit harder than anything that day.
My control slipped for a second, just a fraction, enough for me to pull her closer again, slower this time, my forehead almost brushing hers as my voice dropped lower, heavier, more honest than I intended.
"You don't understand what you're saying, Noor..."
Her breath hitched slightly, but she stayed there, close enough that I could feel every reaction she tried to hide.
I continued anyway, because stopping now felt impossible.
"There are parts of me that even I avoid."
A pause, heavier this time, my grip tightening slightly on her waist without me realizing.
"And yet you stand here like you belong in all of them."
Her hand slowly rose then, resting against my cheek, soft enough to make something inside me completely pause.
I closed my eyes for a second without meaning to, leaning slightly into her touch like I had been starving for it without knowing.
When I opened them again, my voice came out quieter.
"Noor... don't make me believe you belong in my world."
She didn't answer immediately.
Just looked at me.
And then, softly, like she had already made her decision long ago-
"Maybe I already do."
And that was the moment I realized the worst part of all this.
It wasn't that she was fearless.
It was that I was starting to believe she actually could survive me.
And that thought... terrified me more than anything I've ever faced.
Five days later
That's all it took for life to feel like it had found a rhythm I didn't know I was capable of living. Everything around me felt lighter, softer in a way that never belonged to me before. And the reason for that was her.
Noor.
She had filled the villa in ways I didn't even realize were empty. Her presence wasn't quiet, it never was. It came with chaos, with laughter echoing through hallways, with her dragging my brothers into arguments they never won, with shopping bags scattered everywhere like she owned the place already. She fought with Rudra for no reason, teased Aarav until he lost his patience, and somehow still managed to make Devank laugh like he had forgotten how.
And in between all of that noise... she would look at me.
Like I was something she chose.
Not something she feared.
Something worth staying for.
And that was dangerous.
Because I had started believing it.
Believing her.
Believing this peace.
And the moment I did...
That morning, the atmosphere felt normal on the surface, but nothing about it truly was. We all went to the company together-me, my brothers, Devank, and Noor. She was unusually calm today, walking beside me like she always belonged there, talking randomly with my brothers like she had known them forever, arguing with Aarav over something stupid, laughing at Rudra's nonsense, completely unaware of how much space she was occupying in my head without even trying.
The office building stood tall in front of us, glass and steel reflecting everything I usually control. But today, my control felt slightly off. I didn't know why.
Rishik was already inside.
And Akshar.
HR head. Too smooth. Too composed. Too observant.
The moment we entered, Rishik greeted me first, like nothing had ever been wrong between us. That was how family worked in my world-nothing stayed clean for long, but everything stayed functional.
He gestured slightly toward Akshar.
"Meet Akshar, HR head of London branch."
I looked at him. He looked back. Polite. Controlled. Professional smile. I gave a slight nod, nothing more.
"Viransh Rajvanshi."
Akshar extended his hand.
"Pleasure, sir."
I shook it. Firm. Brief. Nothing personal.
Everything seemed normal.
For now.
But then-
I felt it.
That shift.
Not in the room.
In her.
Noor had been standing slightly behind me, half distracted, her eyes roaming around the office like she was already planning how to annoy me here too. But the moment Akshar's eyes landed on her, everything changed.
His expression shifted.
Just slightly.
Recognition.
Shock.
Something unreadable.
Before I could register it, he spoke.
"You..."
Silence followed that word. Heavy. Unexpected. Everyone noticed it.
Rishik looked between them, confused.
I narrowed my eyes slightly, watching Akshar carefully now.
He took a step forward.
And then-
"Diya..."
That name.
My jaw tightened slightly, not liking the familiarity in his tone. Noor... or Diya... whatever he called her in that moment... didn't react immediately. Just looked at him like she had been expecting him.
And that was enough to unsettle something inside me.
Rishik stepped in quickly, trying to ease the moment.
"Oh, you two already know each other?"
Akshar didn't look away from her.
"Yes."
Just that one word.
But it changed the entire air inside the room.
I didn't move, but something inside me tightened in a way I couldn't ignore anymore. Noor still hadn't looked at me. Not even once. Her eyes were fixed on him like the rest of the world didn't exist in that moment, and that alone was enough to make my jaw clench slightly.
Akshar exhaled slowly, like he had been holding something back for too long, and then without warning, he stepped closer to her. Not professionally. Not formally. Just... personally.
And before anyone could react-
He pulled her into a hug.
Not the kind of hug people give after meeting someone they once knew.
It was deeper.
Heavier.
Like something unspoken was being held together in that moment.
Her arms went around him instantly, without hesitation, like her body already knew the answer before her mind did.
I felt it.
That strange pressure in my chest again.
But I still didn't move.
Because I needed to understand first.
Akshar's grip on her tightened slightly, like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go.
And then-
"I didn't think I'd see you here again."
His voice came out low, almost relieved.
Noor didn't step back immediately. She stayed in that space for a second longer than she should have, and when she finally did, her face carried something I hadn't seen before in days.
Comfort.
Familiarity.
History.
"I didn't think I would either."
A small pause followed.
And then she smiled.
Softly.
Like this wasn't new.
Like I wasn't standing right there watching every second of it.
Akshar looked at her for a moment longer than necessary, and then his expression softened in a way I immediately didn't like.
"You still look the same, Diya."
That name again.
Diya.
It wasn't just a name this time.
It felt like a door I wasn't supposed to know existed.
Before I could even process it fully, he spoke again, quieter now, almost like he forgot everyone else in the room existed.
"I missed you."
And then she answered.
Without hesitation.
Without looking away from him.
"I missed you too."
My fingers curled slightly at my side.
Not visible.
Controlled.
But something inside me shifted.
Akshar smiled faintly, like that answer was enough to pull something out of him he had been holding for too long.
And then-
He said it.
"I love you, baby."
Baby.
That word.
It didn't belong here.
Not in this room.
Not in front of me.
And before I could even register my own reaction properly, she smiled again.
Soft.
Natural.
Like it was the most normal thing in the world.
And she replied.
"I love you too."
Silence hit the room immediately after that.
Heavy.
Sharp.
Even my brothers stopped moving.
Even Rishik didn't speak.
But me-
I didn't react.
Not outwardly.
I just stood there.
Watching her.
Trying to understand what I was looking at.
Because it didn't feel like a misunderstanding.
It felt like something I was not part of.
And for the first time in a long time...
I didn't know where I stood in her world.
So I turned.
Without a word.
Without a sound.
Because if I stayed there any longer...
I wasn't sure I would still be myself when I walked out.
AUTHOR'S POV
The tension that had settled inside the office earlier didn't stay loud for long. It didn't explode, it didn't question itself, it just quietly shifted into something everyone pretended to ignore. Diya, however, behaved like nothing had ever happened. Like the moment in the cabin didn't leave any cracks behind her smile.
She walked ahead casually, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor, and stopped near Arnav, Aarav, and Rudra. The three of them were still slightly confused, still exchanging looks, but before any of them could ask anything, she spoke first.
"Guys, meet Akshar."
Akshar stepped forward smoothly, polite smile in place, as if the earlier moment didn't exist at all. Arnav raised an eyebrow, Aarav looked curious, and Rudra simply gave a lazy nod like he was trying to understand the situation without making it obvious.
Diya didn't hesitate for even a second before continuing, her tone casual, almost light.
"He's my boyfriend. We've been in a relationship for six years. Long distance for the past two years."
The words landed in the air like they were normal. Like they didn't carry weight. Like they didn't rewrite anything that had already been silently breaking in someone else's world.
Dhruv, who was already present, simply exhaled slightly, as if this wasn't new information to him. He stepped forward and gave Akshar a small side hug, familiar and easy.
"Didn't expect you here."
Akshar nodded back lightly, the familiarity between them confirming they weren't strangers in any sense that mattered.
Diya glanced between them and added softly, almost like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"He's been part of my life for a long time."
There was no hesitation in her voice. No conflict. No pause.
And then, like it meant nothing more than dinner plans, she turned slightly and spoke again.
"Come to the villa tomorrow for dinner."
Akshar smiled faintly at that, his hand brushing briefly against hers before nodding.
"I will."
And just like that, it was decided.
The rest of the day followed in the same strange normalcy that didn't feel normal to anyone watching closely. Diya didn't once look in Viransh's direction. Not even by accident. Not even briefly. It was as if his presence had been erased from her awareness completely.
The next day came faster than it should have.
Devank had been buried in a case since morning, papers scattered in his hands, phone constantly ringing, mind already stretched thin. But even in that chaos, the moment he saw Diya walking through the corridor, something in him paused.
She looked... normal.
Too normal.
Like nothing had shifted in the past few days.
He stopped right in front of her, frowning slightly, his voice softer than usual but carrying something heavier underneath it.
"Diya... what's going on?"
She adjusted her bag casually, not even slowing her steps fully, like the question itself was optional to answer.
Devank moved slightly to block her path, his concern now clearer, sharper, almost protective.
"I'm not asking as your colleague. I'm asking as someone who raised you in my head like my own sister. What is happening with you?"
That made her pause for half a second.
Just half.
But it was enough for him to continue, his voice tightening now, frustration mixing with worry.
"You're not like this. You don't just... walk past things like they don't matter. You don't act like people don't matter."
His jaw clenched slightly as he took a breath, trying to steady himself.
"And especially not Viransh."
That name.
It landed differently in the air.
Her expression shifted for the first time, not much, but enough.
Devank stepped closer, his voice lowering.
"He's not just anyone, Diya. Don't do this careless thing where you reduce everything into nothing."
She finally looked at him properly then, her tone still calm, almost detached.
"It's not that deep, Bhai."
That sentence made something in him snap slightly, not loudly, but enough to show in his eyes.
"Not that deep?" he repeated, disbelief laced in his voice. "You think I don't know you? You don't talk like this. You don't treat people like this. And you definitely don't talk about him like he means nothing."
A beat of silence.
Then she said it.
Casually.
Like it was just a fact she had accepted long ago.
"It was just a fling anyway."
The words didn't just leave her mouth.
They landed somewhere heavier than the floor.
Devank froze completely.
His expression tightened, disbelief slowly turning into something more painful, more personal.
"A fling?" he repeated quietly, like he needed to hear it again just to confirm it wasn't his imagination.
She didn't correct herself.
Didn't soften it.
Just stood there.
And walked past him.
Like it meant nothing.
Like it erased nothing.
But she didn't know-
Not even a second later, a pair of blue eyes stood at the far end of the corridor.
Still.
Unmoving.
Watching her.
Hearing every single word.
And something in that gaze didn't just break-
It went dangerously quiet instead.
Later that day, the cafeteria looked like any other normal afternoon inside the office building. Papers shuffled, keyboards clicked, people laughed softly over coffee, pretending like life was simple and predictable. But in one corner of the space, reality looked very different.
Diya and Akshar sat close, too close for two people who had just "met again" recently. Their conversation flowed easily, like it had never been interrupted by years or distance. She leaned slightly forward as he spoke, smiling at something he said, her eyes soft in a way that looked natural only around him.
Akshar tilted his head slightly, watching her with a familiarity that didn't need explanation.
"You still make that same face when you're thinking too hard."
Diya rolled her eyes lightly, but there was a smile she couldn't hide.
"And you still talk like you know everything."
He chuckled under his breath, leaning a little closer across the table.
"Because I usually do."
She scoffed softly, shaking her head, and for a moment everything looked easy between them. Too easy.
Akshar's gaze lingered on her for a second longer than necessary, and then he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
"You know... I missed this."
Diya didn't hesitate this time, her expression softening.
"I missed it too."
That small exchange was enough.
Because the next moment, Akshar reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering for a second too long, and she didn't pull away.
Instead, she smiled.
And then he leaned in.
The kiss wasn't loud. It wasn't dramatic. It wasn't meant to be noticed by the world around them. Just a small, natural movement between two people who already knew each other's rhythm.
But it was enough.
Enough for anyone who looked in their direction to understand exactly what it was.
And someone did.
Viransh saw it.
From a distance that suddenly felt too sharp, too clear.
He didn't move.
Didn't react.
Didn't even blink at first.
But something in his eyes changed.
Not loudly.
Not visibly.
Just a slow shift from calm control... into something dangerously still.
Bloodshot didn't even begin to describe it. It wasn't rage that came out immediately. It was something worse. Something contained. Something that didn't explode, because it was already being buried alive.
He looked away slowly after a moment, his jaw tightening as if forcing air into his lungs felt unnatural now.
And just like that... something inside him stopped responding the way it used to.
That evening, the villa was set up for dinner.
Everything looked perfect from the outside.
Too perfect.
Akshar arrived like he belonged there. No hesitation. No awkwardness. Just familiarity in the way he walked in, smiling lightly as his eyes immediately found Diya.
She met him halfway at the entrance.
No pause.
No doubt.
Her hand slipped into his like it had done it many times before, pulling him inside without even thinking.
"You're late."
Akshar smirked slightly.
"I was busy missing you properly."
She shook her head lightly, but didn't let go of his hand.
"You always say that."
"Because it's always true."
Their voices faded into the villa as they walked in together.
And near the dining area, Viransh stood still.
Watching.
Not speaking.
Not moving.
Just watching.
Rishik and the others were somewhere behind, but none of that mattered in that moment.
Because all he could see was her.
And him.
Akshar pulled her slightly closer as they reached the hall, speaking softly.
"It still feels like nothing changed."
Diya smiled faintly, adjusting her grip on his hand.
"Maybe nothing did."
Akshar looked at her for a second, then brushed his fingers lightly against her cheek.
"You still blush the same way."
She rolled her eyes, but didn't step away.
"And you still talk too much."
He chuckled softly.
"And you still like it."
She didn't deny it.
And that silence between them said enough.
Viransh didn't interrupt.
Not once.
But his presence in the room felt heavier than the words being spoken.
Because sometimes...
silence isn't peace.
Sometimes it's the moment right before something breaks completely.
That night, after dinner, Diya didn't seem ready to let the moment end. She held Akshar's hand lightly, her fingers tightening slightly as she spoke.
"Stay here tonight."
Akshar hesitated only for a second before nodding.
"Alright."
And just like that, he stayed.
They walked upstairs together.
Into her room.
And the door closed behind them.
Three days passed after that in a blur.
No clear conversations. No confrontations that mattered. Just silence building in places where questions should have existed.
And through it all, Viransh remained the same on the surface.
But something inside him wasn't.
At the airport, everything felt like an ending pretending to be casual.
Akshar stood with Diya, holding her hand for longer than necessary, pulling her into a final hug that didn't feel final at all.
She didn't let go immediately either.
Her voice softened as she spoke.
"I love you... I'll miss you. Come back soon, please. We still have to get married."
The words landed softly in the air.
Too softly.
And somewhere behind them, someone stood still.
Watching everything break without making a sound.
Because some hurt doesn't need noise.
Some hurt just stays.
And waits.
SURPRISE KAISEY LAGA NEWW SHOCKKKKK
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