BOOK 1 - 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.
𔓘 Can be read as a Standalone.
Yuvan Singhania was power draped in darkness-a billionaire heir with blood-stained secrets buried beneath tailored suits and ruthless...
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Author's POV :
Tejal's lashes fluttered as she slowly lifted her head from the table, barely a few seconds after she'd drifted off. The warm blur of the room returned-dim lights, low music, and that ever-present din of muffled voices.
She blinked, straightened in her seat, then glanced sideways.
Arnav was still there, in front of her sitting sipping drinks.
Leaning slightly back in his chair, silent, his glass untouched since she'd dozed off. His expression remained unreadable-stoic, watchful-but not unkind.
Tejal ran a hand through her hair, pushing a strand behind her ear, and whispered with a small sigh, "What time is it?"
Arnav didn't check. "Late."
She nodded absently, fingers tapping once on the table. A soft pause stretched between them. Then she opened her mouth, as if to say something.
"I feel like she should-" she began, but stopped just as suddenly. Her brows twitched like she was debating her own words.
She blinked twice, shook her head lightly and gave a faint chuckle under her breath. "I... really need to use the washroom, excuse me.."
Arnav's gaze didn't move. He simply observed as she stood up with the grace of someone trying very hard not to look drunk. Her steps weren't wobbly, but they weren't exactly straight either.
He exhaled, barely audibly, and muttered to himself, "This isn't her..."
Not the way he knew her, at least. Calm, sharp-witted, calculated a little goofy maybe. Right now, she was none of those things. Just a strange, floaty version of herself that made him unsure whether to ignore or be concerned.
He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, watching her disappear toward the hallway.
He thought about the words she nearly said.
Then stopped.
What could it be?
Meanwhile
"What if I do feel?"
She was too stunned to react to this, she froze not believing his words... being confused about how a guy like him would feel for a girl like her?
Remembering the moments when Yuvan was with Divya, whenever their thoughts crossed her mind, it always messed her mind...questioning herself-
'Who is she to him?'
All she didn't know was her jealousy.
And she didn't like anyone close to him.
The air inside the bathroom was dense, humming with unsaid truths and dangerously sharp silences. Yuvan leaned against the tiled wall, his breath steady but shallow, eyes fixed on her-like she was the storm and he was the man walking into it willingly.
