The sudden crack of splintering wood echoed through the room, followed by a deafening thud as the bed collapsed beneath them. The sheer force of the fall sent Shreyansh tumbling forward, his weight crashing down onto Arya.
"Ahhhh…!" Arya groaned, her breath hitching as his forehead collided with hers. The impact was sharp, sending a dull ache radiating through her skull. It felt like she had been hit by a truck.
Shreyansh froze for a moment, realization dawning as he lay sprawled on top of her. "The bed… broke," he murmured, almost in disbelief, still oblivious to the fact that his considerably large frame was crushing her.
Arya winced beneath him, her hands pressing against his chest in an attempt to shove him off. "Move," she managed to say, voice strained.
“What?” Shreyansh lifted his head slightly, confused by her urgency.
"I said move, Shreyansh! I can't handle your weight!" she snapped, closing her eyes as the pain in her ribs flared.
Scrambling to get up, Shreyansh shifted his weight, trying to push himself off of her—only for his foot to land on a stray cushion that had fallen during their chaos.
Before he could stabilize himself, he *
slipped.
Once again, his full weight crashed onto Arya with an even louder *thud*, the remnants of the already broken bed groaning beneath them.
"Ahhhh!" Arya cried out, the second impact sending fresh pain shooting through her back.
Shreyansh heard her pained voice and instantly snapped out of his amused daze. His brows furrowed as he hurriedly pushed himself up, careful this time not to slip again. He shifted to the side and knelt beside her, his gaze scanning her face for any sign of serious injury.
Arya lay still, her breath uneven, her fingers gripping the sheets as discomfort washed over her. Pain pulsed in her waist, a sharp throb that made her suspect a sprain.
"Get up," Shreyansh instructed, extending his hand toward her.
Arya attempted to sit up, but the moment she moved, agony shot through her lower back, making her whimper.
"I can’t… it’s hurting," she whispered, her voice weak as she instinctively pulled her hand away from his.
Shreyansh’s expression hardened—not with anger, but concern. Without another word, he leaned forward and scooped her up into his arms, cradling her carefully.
Arya stiffened in surprise, but the pain clouded her ability to react.
He carried her toward the couch, moving with deliberate gentleness, lowering her onto her stomach with care. His hands hovered above her waist, hesitant at first.
"Does it hurt here?" he asked, pressing his palm lightly against the sore spot.
Arya barely nodded, her face buried in the cushions. She felt nervous—uncertain. Not because of his touch, but because of the sudden shift in him.
Shreyansh wasn’t mocking her. He wasn’t taunting her.
He was careful.
And , she saw something unexpected—concern on his face and in his eyes
Arya’s breath hitched as she felt Shreyansh’s fingers at the back of her dress. Her heart pounded in alarm, and she twisted sharply, her hands instinctively grabbing his wrists.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, anxiety creeping into her voice.
Shreyansh didn’t answer immediately. His movements remained calm, deliberate, ignoring her struggle.
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕 ( 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞)✔
Romance"She was his everything-until she became his assassin." Shreyansh loved Arya with his whole soul. But the woman he trusted most shot him and walked away. Now he's back. Alive. And hell-bent on revenge. But they're not the only ones tangled in love...
