Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Secrets : Part 01

Summary - Vedant Nanda shows up again, and Daya tries to get Shreya to date him once more- just so he won't have to face his own feelings for her. But there are games you can only play so long, and this time, Daya could be in over his head...

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Sometimes, Inspector Shreya wanted nothing more than shoot Daya with a taser and make him shut up.

Mainly because she had always found herself hoping, just a tiny little bit. That they would talk one day. That this horrible mess could be sorted out somehow. That deep down, his feelings… were there.

A hope he always managed to destroy with a flick of his wrist.

She tried not to look at him and wondered how much he truly knew about her. In her clearer moments she realized that it most likely was a lot, and it never failed to make her blush. When Vihaan, a guy she truly hoped to never meet again, had made the comment about her feelings for Daya, she had suddenly felt just how tired she was, how much all the pretending wore her out.

Why deny it? It was all futile in the end, and she had thoroughly messed it up.

When Vedant Nanda had shown up in her office two days ago, all brilliant sun tan and too expensive suit, she had almost cried. Because her life was in shambles, and still she couldn't stop hoping. That was what she had always been: naïve and slightly stupid. No wonder Daya… no. She wouldn't go there.

With a sigh that felt raspy against her throat, she looked at Daya.

"I won't go out with Vedant, spare your breath. He's an old story, placed in another life, and I won't warm that up again. It was fine, it's over. Don't you have some new dents to make into your couch or so?"

Daya watched her intently, and she felt her soul being dissected. It wasn't scary anymore, she was so used to it, being scanned by him was like a natural state she had accepted long ago.

His voice startled her a little, every time. Because he managed to reach a point deep inside of her that ached like a sore tooth. The deep breath she drew came out shaky. His voice was like a spell.

"You don't have to fight my war, Shreya. I don't understand why you won't allow yourself to live. Vedant is a ticket into another world, and don't tell me you don't need that. Come on, Shreya. It would be moronic not to accept his invitation. Hell, I've seen how he looks at you- he wants you."

Unlike you, she added almost automatically in the safety of her own thoughts. Had she ever felt something like this before? A love so deep it raged like lava inside her core, and she just wanted, wanted, wanted so much it gripped her like a curse. She didn't want to give up, because she knew it had to feel like dying.

She shrugged.

"He likes that I'm different from all the swooning girls he usually gets- and different makes a good trophy."

She forbid herself the thought that she sometimes behaved like a swooning girl when it came to Daya. She snarled at herself and almost broke her pen. MESS. Undoubtedly her word of the year.

Daya tsk-tsked.

"That's not true, and you know it. Vedant is a good guy, and he seriously adores you. Come on, Shreya. Do it for me."

She wanted to slap him then, and it gave her only a little comfort that he immediately realized what he had done. There was just a hint of shame on his face, he couldn't look at her for a moment and averted his gaze.

Her feelings were like a monstrous entity between them, hard to be ignored, so no surprise that he wanted to distract her. Her constant wondering about his feelings was nothing but a foolish little girl's romantic dreams. There were none.