𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆

➎ ᴀᴄᴄᴜꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Mirha's POV:

I looked up and realized it was Arham Bhai, his face twisted with anger. "Don't you have eyes? Can't you see where you're going?" he spat through clenched teeth. It was the first time we had come face-to-face like this, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. Not wanting to make things worse, I quickly lowered my gaze, too afraid to meet his eyes.

"I... I'm sorry... I didn't see you," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling, and I tried to step aside, desperate to get away from the situation. But before I could escape, my foot slipped on the tiled floor, and I felt myself falling backward.

"Ahhh!" I cried out, shutting my eyes tight, waiting for the painful impact of the ground. But instead, I felt strong arms catching me, holding me steady. My heart pounded wildly as I opened my eyes, only to find that it was Arham Bhai who had caught me.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. I wanted to pull away from his grip, but something held me still. His eyes, which were always so cold and distant, now looked different. I saw something there, a depth of sadness and pain that I hadn't noticed before. It was as if, just for a second, I glimpsed a part of him that he usually kept hidden.

My thoughts were spinning in a chaotic whirlwind, and my heart raced with fear and confusion. Why was this happening? What was this strange connection I was feeling?

"Uhhh, Arham Bhai..." I whispered, my voice shaky and uncertain. His gaze snapped back to reality, and he quickly helped me to my feet. As soon as I stood up, I tried to turn and leave, eager to get away from him. But just as I was about to go, I felt a tug on my neck. My heart sank when I realized my necklace had gotten stuck on the button of his waistcoat.

I panicked, fumbling with the delicate chain, trying to free myself. But the more I struggled, the worse it became. My hands shook, and my breath came in short, panicked gasps.

"Stop," Arham Bhai's voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding. I froze, too afraid to move or speak.

"Let me handle it," he said, his tone much calmer than before. I stepped back slightly, watching as he expertly untangled the necklace from his button. It took him only a few seconds, but to me, it felt like an eternity.

Once it was free, he straightened up and looked down at me with a cold expression. "It would be good if you used your mind a little more," he said, his words stinging like a slap. I felt a flush of embarrassment creep up my cheeks, and without saying another word, I hurried away from him, my heart still racing.

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Arham's POV:

The girls were happily applying mehndi to Zara's hands, and the lively conversations filled the air, but I was already feeling a headache creeping in. I decided to slip away for some fresh air, hoping it would clear my mind. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice that clumsy girl until she bumped right into me. Annoyed, I snapped, "Don’t you have eyes? Can’t you see where you’re going?"

Her head instantly lowered, and she stammered out a shaky apology, "I... I'm sorry... I didn't see you," Her quiet voice only added to my frustration, and I rolled my eyes at her feeble excuse. Before I could say anything else, she tried to rush past me and, in her usual clumsy way, lost her balance. "Ahhh!" she cried out, falling backward.