HER SAFE PLACE

Confession

The chapter is unedited so,sorry if there is any mistake and please do comment. Your comments give me motivation to write otherwise it might take me a week to update next.

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"Actually, I remember that you called me your sister in front of others, but you didn't treat me like a sister, which is wrong. That's why I'm keeping my distance from you. Today, I woke up with you by my side, and this isn't the first time. No brother and sister sleep together like that. This is why I'll treat you like a brother," she said, then took a deep breath.

"I need to set some boundaries because this situation makes me uncomfortable. It's confusing when you act one way in public and another way in private. So, moving forward, I'll treat you like a brother and expect you to do the same. We need to be clear about our roles to avoid misunderstandings."

She looked at me, and I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between us. Her hands rested on my chest because of how close we were. I looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you care if I call you sister?"

The moment felt intense, and I could see the hesitation in her eyes. I wanted to know her true feelings. "Does it really bother you when I call you sister?" I asked gently. "I need to understand how you feel about it."

She looked directly into my eyes and replied with a soft, yet assured tone, "Of course I do." Her words carried a weight that softened my expression as I absorbed the sincerity in her voice. Despite already sensing her feelings, hearing her confirm that my words mattered to her, especially in defining our relationship, brought a deep satisfaction.

"Why?" I asked gently, curious to understand her perspective. Her gaze faltered momentarily, flickering away from mine as she scanned the room. Sensing her hesitation, I instinctively pulled her closer, closing the gap between us until our lips were almost touching. The closeness amplified the sensation of her warm breath brushing against my lips, heightening the tension between us.

"Rocky," she whispered, her voice barely audible, tinged with a mix of uncertainty and longing. Our proximity and the unspoken emotions hung heavily in the air, creating a charged atmosphere between us.

Just as the moment seemed to stretch into eternity, we were abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door. The sudden sound jolted us back to reality, breaking the intimate spell we had been caught in. We reluctantly pulled apart, both of us momentarily stunned by the intrusion, yet unable to ignore the undeniable connection that had briefly enveloped us.

I went to open the door and saw Arun standing there, looking as confident as ever. The sight of him instantly annoyed me; this guy has a knack for getting under my skin. He didn't waste any time and asked, "Is Shivangi there?" I gave a reluctant nod. Without waiting for an invitation, he barged in and immediately reached for Shivangi's hand. I couldn't believe it. He just walked in and grabbed her hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. The audacity of this guy!

Arun then said, "Aree yaar, we were all playing over there and you both came here. Let's go," and he began to pull Shivangi towards the door. His casual tone and the way he took charge infuriated me. I couldn't just stand there and watch, so I quickly stepped forward and grabbed Shivangi's other hand, stopping them in their tracks. I was not going to let him just take her away like that.

  "Our talk is still not over," I said to her, trying to hold on to the conversation we were having. But Arun, ever the impatient one, interrupted, "Aree, you both can talk later. Let's go, Shivangi." With that, he started walking forward, still holding Shivangi's hand firmly. I was holding her other hand, but only lightly, not wanting to cause a scene.