𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 ~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ( Duet #1 )

55. Seduce him

Rudhransh pov

As I stepped into Prisha's room, I found it empty. The faint sound of water running from the washroom reached my ears, and I knew she was there. I let out a heavy sigh, my chest tightening with the weight of everything unsaid between us. Slowly, I moved to the bed and sat down, the silence of the room amplifying the storm in my mind.

A moment later, the sound of the door unlocking pulled me from my thoughts. She stepped out, her face still damp as she wiped it with a towel. My eyes immediately sought hers, but what I saw made my heart sink. Her eyes-red and swollen-were filled with anger, but beneath that, I could see the traces of tears. She had been crying.

*Shit.* I groaned inwardly, guilt washing over me like a tidal wave. Why did I always end up hurting her? Why couldn't I just get it right?

"Prisha," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted to reach out, to bridge the chasm I had created between us. But she didn't even glance my way. Instead, she walked past me, her movements deliberate and cold, heading straight to the dressing table. She began applying moisturizer, her hands moving with a precision that felt almost mechanical, as if she were trying to distract herself from my presence.

Her silence was deafening, and it cut deeper than any words ever could. I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration. This was my doing. I had pushed her away, ignored her, let my fears and doubts build walls between us. And now, I was getting a taste of my own medicine.

I watched her from the corner of my eye, her reflection in the mirror a painful reminder of the distance I had created. She deserved better than this-better than me. But I couldn't let this be the end. I had to find a way to fix this, to make her see that I was still here, still fighting for us.

I took a step closer to her, my heart pounding as I saw her instinctively move away. But before she could retreat further, I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. The sudden proximity made her chest press against mine, and her eyes-burning with anger-locked onto mine with a fire that could have scorched the air between us.

"Leave my hand, Mr. Agniwanshi," she spat, her voice sharp and laced with fury. Her words were a command, but I could hear the tremor beneath them, the unspoken emotions she was trying so hard to mask.

"I wouldn't, Mrs. Agniwanshi," I replied, my voice steady, almost daring. Her glare intensified, her eyes narrowing as if she could will me into submission.

"You have to," she said, her tone firm and unyielding. She tried to pull away, her movements forceful and determined, but I held on, refusing to let go. Her resistance only grew, and soon we were moving across the room in a chaotic dance of defiance and persistence.

Her frustration boiled over as she lifted her foot, attempting to stomp on mine in a desperate bid to free herself. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me, the sound surprising even myself. Her attempts, though fierce, carried a certain innocence that tugged at something deep within me.

Before I knew it, the momentum of our struggle carried us toward the bed. My foot caught on the edge, and in an instant, we tumbled onto the mattress. The world tilted, and when I opened my eyes, she was above me, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing her flushed cheeks and those fiery eyes that still held a storm of emotions.

Time seemed to pause as we lay there, the tension between us palpable. Her anger, her hurt, her confusion-they were all there, written across her face. And beneath it all, I could see the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide. My chest tightened as I realized just how much I had hurt her, how much I had pushed her away.