'Ishan Oberoi' - The name that echoes success, power, and resilience. A rising billionaire who carved his empire with his own hands, refusing to ride on his father's wealth. Yet, he never turned his back on his responsibilities as a son. Balancing h...
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ISHAN'S POV :
I smiled, knowing she never truly understood what I meant.
Peace is not this place. Peace is her.
Her presence alone was enough to unravel me, to strip me of all the walls I had built over the years. Her touch—it still made me go rigid, not out of discomfort, but because of the raw, overwhelming effect she had on me. It was dangerous, intoxicating, and yet, I was utterly powerless against it.
Trust me, I’m trying. Trying so damn hard to keep my eyes off her, to rein in the words that threaten to slip from my lips every time she’s near. To suppress the teasing, the flirting, the way my fingers itch to reach out and close the distance between us. But all it takes is one glance just one look from her in my direction, and suddenly, every ounce of self-control shatters into dust.
I don’t know what I should have said when I saw her again. I don’t know how I should have reacted to her presence. All I know is that no matter how much time passes, I will never be able to move on from the woman standing before me.
Her eyes gleam like scattered stars every time she speaks, holding an unspoken depth that pulls me in. And the way she gets nervous around me, her gaze flickering, her breath hitching is utterly intoxicating. It’s the kind of thing that lingers in your veins, that makes your pulse stutter and your mind spiral into chaos.
The hold she has on me is terrifying. It’s not just attraction or longing—it’s something far more dangerous. It’s the realization that no matter where I go or what I do, she will always be the one I yearn for, the one who haunts my every waking thought and every silent night.
The moment I saw her at Anirudh’s engagement, I knew. I was ruined. Ruined beyond repair. That was it. That was my edge, my end. One glimpse, just one and everything I had buried over the years resurfaced with a vengeance.
I told myself I wouldn’t come here. That I didn’t need to see her again. That I was better off without her presence haunting me. But who was I fooling? It was all a lie. A pathetic, miserable lie.
And yet, here I am.
But then, the hesitation creeps in. Should I ask? Should I say something? Or should I wait? Because as much as I want her, as much as I crave every answer she can give me, there’s something, some invisible force holding me back.
Just then, her voice breaks through the whirlwind of my thoughts, soft and hesitant.
“Ishan, aap kuch keh rahe they?” My name. My name on her lips. It has never sounded so beautiful before. Never felt so... alive.
(Ishan, were you saying something?)
I blink, trying to pull myself together, but my tongue betrays me, “Haa—haa…”
