Ayra has secretly adored Aarush, The famous singer, ever since their paths first crossed in their college. But fate had other plans as Aarush was madly in love with her sister, Myra. However, destiny took an unexpected twist when Aarush found himsel...
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Aarush's POV
The morning sunlight streamed through the open window, its warm rays caressing my face and rousing me from my restless sleep. As I opened my eyes, the events of the previous night came flooding back, and I groaned, my body aching with the memory of our passionate encounter. I sat up, my gaze immediately falling on her-the source of my turmoil.
There she stood, her wet hair dripping onto the delicate fabric of her saree, the water trailing down her waist. The jingling of her bangles filled the room, a stark contrast to the silence that hung between us. She wore the saree like a newlywed bride, her every movement exuding an innocence that I knew was a facade.
I hated her for the deception she wore, for the way she hid her true nature behind a mask of purity. She had invaded my personal space, not just physically, but emotionally, and the pain she had caused ran deep. My heart, once whole, now lay in pieces, shattered by her actions.
As our eyes met, I turned away, unable to bear the sight of her. I rose from the bed, my body aching with a mix of desire and anger. I wanted nothing more than to escape her presence, to shut her out and lock away the memories of the night. I made my way toward the bathroom.
She called out softly, "Aarush..." But I ignored her, unwilling to engage. I shut the bathroom door, the sound echoing in the small space. Under the hot shower, I tried to wash away the remnants of the night, the scent of her still lingering on my skin.
I stood there, letting the water cascade over my body, wishing I could cleanse my mind of the memories that haunted me. But her presence was everywhere, invading my thoughts, my senses.
Stepping out of the shower, I saw her, her back turned as she arranged her belongings, trying to make space for herself in my room. My voice, laced with anger, demanded, "What are you doing?"
She flinched at the sound of my voice, her shoulders tensing as she replied quietly, "I'm trying to arrange these things so that there will be more space for my things too."
In a fit of rage, I strode over to her, my eyes dark with fury. I snatched my belongings from her hands, and placed it back where it belonged. Then, in a fit of anger, I pushed her against the wall, holding her arms tightly and leaning over her. "Don't you dare to touch my things again, understood?" I said, my jaw clenched. "Everything can't be yours."
She looked up at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Aarush, please, you're hurting me," she pleaded, her voice cracking. But my heart was now hardened by the pain she had caused.
I leaned in close, my breath hot on her skin, my anger fueling my words. "A lot of people are hurting because of you. You've destroyed lives with your lies and deception." I whispered harshly in her ear, my lips brushing her skin, my damp body pressing against hers.
