My Sweet And Sassy Love

|| EPISODE 29 ||

Sarah's POV

The following day dawned like any other, but I awoke with a weight pressing on my mind. I had done a lot of thinking the night before, contemplating how to navigate the feelings that were tethering me deeper into Aryan's orbit. Irresistible, charming, and utterly sweet, he was a force I struggled to break free from.

"How do I stop myself from falling deeper for Aryan?" I whispered to myself as the morning sun streamed through the window. Oh God, please save me from this internal turmoil.

As I readied myself for the day, I resolved to put some distance between us. Stay away from the hot guy who's as sweet as honey, gentle as rose petals, and dangerous as a devil. It was a tough mantra to swallow, but I had to try.

Once showered and dressed in a pretty pink patiyala, I headed downstairs. The moment I stepped into the common area, all eyes turned to me.

"Am I looking too beautiful today?" I wondered, a hint of vanity creeping in. Sarah, don't be narcissistic.

"What happened? Why are you all staring?" I teased, lightly patting the fabric of my outfit.

"You're late, bhabhi," Pooja said with a smirk, clearly enjoying my disheveled arrival.

"And? What's the big deal about being late?" I shrugged, trying to feign nonchalance.

"We were all waiting for you," Tirtha chimed in, crossing her arms in mock disapproval.

"Sorry, let's go now!" I said, waving off the complaints as we made our way toward the path leading up the mountain.

"So, we will go hiking today," Deep announced as he handed out maps. "The game is simple: there will be flags all along the way. The couple who collects the most flags wins. You'll have separate trails to ensure you don't clash with the other couples. Let's start!"

Before I could gather my thoughts, Aryan approached me, and my heart skipped a beat despite my resolve.

"Morning, kitty," he greeted, a smile lighting up his face.

I groaned inwardly, fighting my instinctual reaction to his charm. "Morning," I replied, my voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.

"Sarah, are you feeling unwell? If you're not feeling well, we can stay behind," he asked, concern lacing his tone.

Here he goes again, showering me with his warmth and kindness. It was maddening.

"Look at me," he insisted gently, grasping my shoulders and turning me to face him. Those deep eyes bore into mine, and I felt exposed.

"What?" I snapped, annoyed at my own vulnerability.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, genuine concern etched across his face.

Oh God! His sweetness was disarming. I pulled away slightly, trying to regain my composure.

"I just want to be alone." My words hung in the air, heavy with tension.

He regarded me for a moment, as if attempting to decipher my thoughts.

"Let's play," I stated abruptly, walking ahead to distract myself.

As I focused on the trees surrounding me, I spotted the first flag and dashed toward it, a burst of excitement coursing through me. "Aryan, look!" I exclaimed, waving the flag triumphantly.

"Okay," he replied flatly, his lack of enthusiasm hitting me like a cold wave.

Maybe this was the right way to keep him at a distance, I thought.

But as I spotted the second flag, I raced towards it—and my foot slipped, sending me tumbling downward. "Arghh!" I groaned in pain as I landed unceremoniously on the ground.

"You shouldn't be this careless! Let me see," I heard him rush to my side.

My ankle throbbed with discomfort, and panic surged within me. "It's okay, it's not painful," I lied, trying to calm the storm inside. But the moment I attempted to stand, I fell right back onto the ground.

"What are you, stubborn? First your carelessness, and now your stubbornness? God, this girl!" he exclaimed, exasperation evident in his tone.

I felt an unexpected sting at his words.

"Let me carry you," he insisted, already preparing to scoop me up.

"No!" I protested, backing away instinctively.

"Don't be stubborn, my kitty. Let me carry you," he replied, anger simmering beneath his concern.

"No...no...no," I insisted, folding my arms defiantly.

"Really, Sarah? You're being too childish. And you know I know how to deal with a stubborn child," he teased, smirking as he bent down and effortlessly lifted me into his arms.

I began to claw at him, hitting and biting his shoulder in protest. "Let me go!"

He made everything inside me yearn for something more—a warmth I was terrified to acknowledge. All those years of keeping my emotions in check were slipping away the more I spent time with him. His gentleness, his demeanor, and the way he made me feel were drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

"Kitty, just stay still, will you? Otherwise, I'll throw you down from the top of the mountain!" he laughed, carrying me bridal style as we continued our ascent.

With a huff, I turned my head away, refusing to give in. I could hear his laughter ripple through the air. Don't look at him, Sarah. You'll just fall harder. You need control.

Inhaling his masculine scent filled my lungs, somehow both comforting and intoxicating. After a while, we finally reached the top, where the view was stunning but Aryan's tired visage caught my eye. He was glistening with sweat, and I felt a pang of guilt.

Kamini approached him, offering a towel. After settling me down in a quiet spot, Aryan walked away, joining Kamini, Abhay, and Himanshu without sparing me another glance.

Is he mad at me? The silence felt like a wound. It was painful and unfamiliar, and I couldn't help but miss the warmth of his gaze.

Tirtha approached, her bright energy contrasting with my disheartened mood. "What's happening with that upset face?" she asked, concern evident.

"It's just..." I glanced toward Aryan, a frown marring my features. He wouldn't look at me. He was avoiding me, entirely.

"What is it? Couples fight occasionally, right?" Tirtha reassured with a dismissive pat.

"It's not that..." An exasperated sigh escaped my lips, unsure if I could confide in her without succumbing to honesty.

"I... I think I'm falling for him, Tirtha. Very deeply. But I... I don't want to," I admitted, my eyes tracing Aryan's form, longing for his acknowledgment.

"So what's wrong with falling for your husband?" she questioned, bewildered but supportive.

"But Tirtha," I replied, my voice heavy, "we never wanted to marry each other. We were forced into this." The words slipped out before I could catch them, and instantly, I regretted my lack of discretion.

"What the hell!? You didn't tell me that!" Tirtha exclaimed, jumping up in shock.

"No... no... Tirtha, please. Let me explain!" I stammered, rising to my feet with difficulty.

"You fool! You're dead today!" she warned, her voice playful but with an edge of seriousness as she started to chase me.

"Oh God, how am I going to escape her wrath?" I thought, my heart racing not just from the running but from the panic of the situation.

"Someone, please save me!"

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