Forbidden Whispers

Chapter 2: Him

Vedika's PoV

"What is going on here?" came a deep, husky voice that sent chills down my spine. I saw a tall, imposing figure emerge from the darkness.

"Oh my god, Bhaiya," muttered Rohan under his breath.

Hearing this, I nervously hid behind Natasha, holding my head down, not daring to look at the looming monster who could supposedly devour me whole.

"Um, Bhaiya, we just returned from getting ice cream and were just parking the car," Natasha stammered, her voice betraying her nerves.

"Hmm," he hummed, and even that was so... hot.

Wait, what? Hot?! What are you thinking, Vedika?

"Wait, what is that?" he asked, his tone shifting to one of suspicion.

"Mar gaye," Aryan muttered, his voice barely audible.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him move towards the car and pick up the shattered rearview mirror. The silence that followed was oppressive, like the calm before a storm.

"Who did this?" he asked, his voice now cold and chilling.

No one answered.

"I asked, who the hell did this to my car?" he shouted, making me want to cry.

He's going to kill me.

"Um... it was me, Bhaiya," Natasha said, taking the blame.

"Natasha, didn't I tell you not to come within a millimeter of my car?" he said, his voice laced with frustration.

"I am... so... sorry, Bhaiya," she replied, on the verge of tears.

Not wanting to see her get scolded because of me, I decided to turn myself in. I gulped down a huge lump in my throat.

"Um, it was me. Natasha didn't do anything," I said timidly, my heart racing as if it would burst out of my chest. I still stared at the floor, unable to muster the courage to look at the monster's face.

I heard Natasha hiss in disbelief.

"No, Bhaiya—" Natasha began, but he cut her off.

"Not a word, Tasha," he commanded.

"Who are you?" he asked, and I knew the question was directed at me.

I was so nervous that I couldn't speak.

"Is he going to complain to Dadi? If she finds out, she'll take me back and lock me in my room," I thought frantically.

"I asked, who are you?" he repeated, his voice more insistent.

"Ve... Vedika," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Look at me when you're speaking," he ordered, and I instantly looked up, my eyes meeting his jet-black, onyx eyes. He was no less than a Greek god—wavy black hair, chiseled jaw, and a face that seemed carved from stone.

He was so handsome, my heart almost fluttered.

"Bhaiya, please don't scold her. It's her first day here. It was just an accident; she didn't do it intentionally," Natasha pleaded, breaking me out of my reverie.

I immediately lowered my head, unable to bear his piercing stare.

He didn't say a word, just turned and walked away, his departure leaving a heavy silence in the air.

I felt a mixture of relief and confusion. What just happened? I looked at Natasha, who gave me a sympathetic smile.

"It's okay, Vedika. He'll cool down," she reassured me, though her eyes betrayed a hint of worry.