Stars Crossed | Re-writing

ᡣ𐭩 two

• vihaan's pov •

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Come in," I say, shifting Mayura from my lap to beside me. Rohit walks in, holding three boxes in his hands.

"The shoes, sir." He says, putting them on the ground. Mayura looks at him in curiosity. This is their first meet, after all.

"Rohit, this is my wife, Mayura." I introduce, her face turning red in an instant. "Jaan, this is Rohit, my secretary."

"Good evening, madam." Rohit wishes politely and she acknowledges it with a shy nod.

Rohit, in reality, is my right-hand man and bodyguard, like Angre is for Vansh. But if I tell her the truth, she'll also have to learn about things that she shouldn't.

"Sir, about --"

I silence him with my hand. Now is not the time to talk about work; I gesture. He nods, sealing his lips.

"You should sit down." Mayura says softly. Rohit glances at me for permission.

If my lady says, you do.

I nod. He settles down on the sofa by the wall. "Which one do you want to wear, doll?" I ask, showing her the different boots.

"Whatever you desire, Vihaan." She whispers, her cheeks flushed red. I pull her close, "I'd rather you be naked right now." I whisper in the low and seductive tone.

Her face bursts in colours, the red and shyness dripping from her embarrassment. She stammers, her body trembling. She pulls away, covering her face with her palms and kicking her legs in the air.

She was very animated.

The redness on her face often reminds of drunkards in intoxication. In her case, I was her intoxication and she was my addict.

I pick the beige leather boots with a low heel and, put them on her feet. Her shy embarrassment changes into a frustrated shyness as she grabs my collar and whispers, "Rohit's here. Control your tongue."

I laugh at her innocence.

That man would leave the room even before I had to order him.

"Vihaan," she pouts and I put my head on her lap, laughing at her cuteness.

Oh dear! Seems like I've got myself an innocent and adorable woman with a pure soul.

She grumbles, playing with my hair.

I want to corrupt her. I want her to dirty her innocence and indulge her in greed. I want her to know power.

My power and influence.

This innocent little woman was surely not made to be with a devil like me. But she is, because I played with her destiny to meet mine.

"Are you ready, bunny?" Vansh asks, leaning by the door. He was wearing a plain black three-piece suit.

"Yes," she smiles. She picks a box, his gift and walks down to him. "This is for you, Rai."

Look at him, smiling so nicely at her. Pretending to be all nice and caring when he's as rotten as me on the inside.

"You really didn't have to, bunny." He says politely. "Your friendship and loyalty is my biggest gift."