Everything I Wanted❤ |COMPLETED|

Chapter 35

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Third Person POV-

Kashvi was genuinely one step away from murdering Danish Singhania.

She threw the last candle into the box with enough force to declare war and shoved it into the corner with a loud thud.

"It's done, your highness," she said, her voice sugary sweet while her glare promised violence. "Do you have any more wishes?"

Danish leaned lazily against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching her like this was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all day.

His gaze slowly shifted upward.

"Those fairy lights," he said coolly. "It's not Diwali."

For a second, Kashvi genuinely saw red.

"Bloody moron," she muttered under her breath, shooting him a death glare. "I swear, one day I'll actually punch him."

She turned on her heel, aggressively reaching for the fairy lights.

Before her fingers could even touch them, two strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

Her entire body stiffened.

"Leave me," she snapped, trying to pry his hands away.

After everything - the ignoring, the attitude, the emotional torture , now he wanted to hug her?

"Just let me go!"

She struggled harder, but his grip only tightened, his chest firm against her back.

"Calm down, my tigress," he murmured near her ear.

Wrong move.

Kashvi instantly stomped hard on his foot.

Danish hissed softly, more surprised than hurt, and his grip loosened just enough for her to whirl around.

"I am done with your attitude!" she burst out, jabbing a finger at his chest.

"When I was apologising, you ignored me. You ruined my entire date idea and now you're telling me to calm down?!"

Danish stared at her for two seconds.

Then one corner of his lips lifted.

"So?" he asked, voice maddeningly calm. "Only you are allowed to be dramatic? I have equal rights."

Kashvi's jaw dropped.

"Haan toh jaaiye na!" she snapped. "Show your nakhre somewhere else. Circus mein kaam kar lijiye!"

His smirk deepened, darker this time.

"Akele thodi jaaunga," he murmured, taking one slow step closer. "Meri sherni bhi toh jaayegi apne maalik ke saath."

Her eyes widened.

Oh, he did not just say that.

"DANISH!"

She lunged.

And for probably the first time in history, Danish Singhania actually moved back fast.

Not panicked or scared.

Just genuinely enjoying this.

Kashvi chased him around the bed while he dodged her with infuriating ease, that rare, youthful smirk never leaving his face.

For someone the world considered cold, ruthless, and unreadable, this side of him existed only for her.

Only Kashvi could drag this boyishness out of the man who otherwise carried storms in his silence.