𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 41

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~ Khamoshiyon mein teri

Dhoondon main baatein nayi

Taqdeerein padhna meri

Har lafz mein tu basi ~

There was a spare brush in the bathroom, new and packed, along with other toiletries

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There was a spare brush in the bathroom, new and packed, along with other toiletries. After freshening up and changing, I stepped out. Aarav was still sitting there, just as I had left him. The sound of the door made him turn around. His eyes told me he wanted to say something but couldn't. I hadn't forgotten anything.

How could I? But one thing I had understood was that Aarav would never hurt an innocent person.

"You should go freshen up," I said, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yeah," he replied, getting up from the bed and heading to the cupboard to grab his clothes. I sat back down on the bed as he went into the bathroom.

As I sat there, my thoughts were a jumbled mess. The events of the previous night were still fresh in my mind, and I couldn't shake the image of Aarav in that video. But at the same time, I knew in my heart that Aarav wasn't a monster.

He was someone who had been through a lot, just like me and was trying to navigate a world filled with darkness while holding on to whatever light he could find. And I still need to know a lot about him.

Hearing the water running in the bathroom, I took a deep breath and tried to collect my thoughts. I needed to understand him better, to make sense of the chaos that had erupted around us. Despite the fear and confusion, my mind kept returning to last night.

The kiss! The confession!

I couldn't forget it.

For the first time since my father's passing, someone else had promised to protect me at any cost.

How was I supposed to react? Any other person might have run away in fear, but me? Knowing everything about Aarav-his violence, his underground dealings, and most of all, that he was "The King" whom all of India feared-and still I trust him.

Yes, I was scared initially, but now, even with everything I knew, I had complete faith in Aarav. It wasn't just because of that kiss, but something deeper inside me. Instead of running away in fear, I chose to stay with him.

The bathroom door opened, and Aarav stepped out, looking refreshed but still tense. His eyes met mine, searching for any sign of how I felt. We stood there, just looking at each other. I got up from the bed, and he stood in front of me.

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