𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 29♡

Arya's gaze drifted away, her voice barely above a whisper as she murmured, "I'm sleepy." She tried to avoid Shreyansh's piercing gaze, hoping to escape the intensity of the moment.

But Shreyansh was relentless, his fingers gently turning her face back to his. His eyes burned with a fierce passion, his voice low and husky as he whispered, "I hate you ." His lips brushed against hers, sending shivers coursing through her veins.

Arya's heart raced wildly, her pulse pounding in her temples. She tried to move her hands, to push him away, but the medicine needle in her hand made it difficult. She felt trapped, yet simultaneously, she was melting into his kiss.

As Shreyansh's lips moved softly against hers, Arya's emotions surged. She felt a rush of anger, of hurt, of love. Her lips parted, and she bit down on Shreyansh's bottom lip,..

"" I hate you too " she let out making him chuckled as she bit his lips more hardly
making it bleed. But instead of pulling away, she sucked on it, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the sweetness of their kiss.

Shreyansh's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with intensity. He didn't flinch, didn't pull away, even as his lip bled. He just kept kissing her, his lips gentle, yet passionate. Arya felt herself getting lost in the moment, lost in the depths of Shreyansh's eyes, lost in the passion that consumed them both....

(Author ~ their love language I hate you 😌)

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It was 3:30 in the morning when Vihaan quietly opened the door to his home, careful not to disturb Trisha, who had been living with him for the past 5 days. He had agreed to her challenge, knowing it was the only way to get her to leave him alone, as he couldn't accept her feelings for him.

As he stepped inside, his eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he moved stealthily towards the living room. That's when he saw Trisha, sleeping fitfully on the sofa, her body contorted in an uncomfortable position. Vihaan's gaze lingered on her for a moment, a mix of emotions swirling inside him.

This girl . ...

His eyes then moved towards the dining table, where a jug of water beckoned to him. He felt parched, and his throat longed for a refreshing sip. As he reached for the jug, his gaze fell upon a food container, which he opened to find the contents untouched. His eyes then drifted back to Trisha, who was still fast asleep...

"Why didn't she eat?" Vihaan's voice was laced with guilt as he gazed at the untouched food. He knew the reason all too well. For the past five days, Trisha had been waiting for him to come home, eager to share meals together, even if it meant staying up late into the night. It was a ritual she had grown fond of, and one that Vihaan had inadvertently encouraged.

But he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that came with it. He didn't want Trisha to get too close, to become too comfortable in his presence. He knew that eventually, he would have to push her away, and the thought of hurting her filled him with dread. Vihaan's resolve was weakening, and he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let Trisha make him vulnerable, couldn't let her see the cracks in his armor.

As he stood there,.. the unspoken emotions that hung in the air. Vihaan's gaze drifted back to Trisha, her peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him. He knew he had to maintain his distance, for both their sakes. But as he looked at her, he couldn't help but wonder if he was already too late.. .

"Why are you doing this, Trisha?" Vihaan's voice was barely above a whisper, his words laced with a mix of guilt and desperation. "Why are you making me weak? Why are you hurting yourself because of me?"