Whisper of the Night

Chapter 22: Obsessive Desires

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Kaira's POV:

"Oh no!" I gasped, looking down at the stained fabric. The bright yellow juice had splattered across my saree, marring the elegant fabric and my mood. It was just the final straw in what had already been an emotionally charged evening.

Aradhya hurried over, her face etched with concern. "Kaira, go to my room. I'll send some clothes for you."

Grateful for her kindness, I nodded and made my way upstairs. The grand house felt like a maze of opulence, but I navigated it with practiced ease, focusing solely on reaching the sanctuary of Aradhya's room. Once inside, I began dabbing at the stain with tissues, trying to minimize the damage. My movements were mechanical, driven by frustration rather than any real hope of salvaging the saree.

I heard the door creak open and assumed it was a maid coming to deliver the clothes. "Just put them on the bed," I instructed, not bothering to look up. I was lost in my thoughts, trying to avoid the guilt and jealousy that had taken over my emotions.

But as soon as the door shut, a shift in the room's atmosphere jolted me from my reverie. The air grew thick with tension, and a shiver ran down my spine. I turned around slowly, and there he was—Rishav, standing in the doorway. His eyes were dark, his jaw clenched, and a storm brewed behind his gaze.

I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. The earlier encounter on the dance floor and Aryan's flirtations seemed insignificant compared to the intensity of Rishav's stare. He looked as if he was struggling to contain a tempest of emotions.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. The question was meant to be calm, but it came out sounding more like a plea for some semblance of normalcy.

Rishav stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a decisive click. The soft click of the latch seemed to amplify the silence that fell between us. He didn't speak immediately, his gaze lingering on me with an intensity that made me want to shrink away.

"I... I didn't expect to see you here," I stammered, feeling increasingly exposed in my disheveled state.

His eyes never left mine, and the tension between us was almost palpable. "You didn't expect to see me here?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. "Is that what you tell yourself when you dance with another man?"

I flinched at his words, the sting of his accusation hitting me like a physical blow. "I... I was just trying to—"

"Trying to what?" Rishav interrupted, stepping closer. His anger was barely contained, and I could see it in the way his muscles tensed and his hands clenched into fists. "Trying to make me jealous? Or were you just trying to forget me with someone else?"

My throat felt dry, and I struggled to find the right words. "Rishav, I don't know what you want me to say."

He advanced on me, his expression a mixture of frustration and pain. "What do I want you to say? Maybe I want you to be honest with me. Maybe I want you to admit that you're as tangled up in this mess as I am."

Before I could respond, he reached out and grabbed my arms, his touch firm but not rough. The proximity made my breath hitch, and I looked up at him with wide, questioning eyes.

"You think I don't notice what's happening?" he said, his voice a fierce whisper. "You think I can just ignore the fact that you're hurting and letting someone else take my place? I see everything, Kaira. Every single thing."