The Veiled Hearts

🌹Whispers in the dark🔪

Yash stopped his bike a short distance from the mansion, ensuring it was hidden in the shadows, away from prying eyes. He put down the stand and straightened his back, only to realize that Vanya was still clinging tightly to him.

       
He gently tapped her hand, but instead of letting go, she tightened her grip, misinterpreting his signal. Amused, Yash smiled at her reaction. He tried to turn back to look at her, but she held him so firmly that he could barely move.Taking off his helmet, Yash knocked gently on her helmet and teased, "You're getting distracted from your mission. Hugging the enemy at the battlefield isn't exactly a winning strategy."
       
Vanya, still hugging him from behind, remained silent. Yash sighed, hanging his helmet on the bike's handlebar. He carefully pried her hands off his waist, mindful of the bandages on her fingers. Vanya blinked her eyes open, realizing the bike had come to a stop.

       
Slowly, she slid down from the seat, her hands slipping away from Yash’s. Once on the ground, she knelt down, placing her hands on the earth, her helmet still on.Yash watched her with a playful smile, hearing her murmur something inside the helmet. Stepping off his bike, he quipped, "Finished praying to the land god?".
       
Vanya, startled by his remark, stood up in a flash of anger. Seeing the bike between them, she quickly circled around to face him. Pointing a finger at him, she snapped, "If I intruded into your house with a fake identity, then you attempted murder and tortured me in a locked room!".
       
Before Yash could respond, they heard the roar of bikes speeding towards them. Yash's demeanor shifted instantly. He grabbed Vanya, pulling her into the nearby jungle and pressing her against a tree, shielding her with his body.Vanya, ready to continue arguing, suddenly noticed the injury she had inflicted on him.
       
In the soft moonlight, she could see Yash’s tense expression—the furrowed brows, the lips he nervously licked, and his brown eyes that were sharp and focused on the road behind her. He stood protectively, his senses alert, yet she could feel the calm determination beneath his tension.
       
Frustration bubbled up within her, and from inside her helmet, she demanded, "Look at me when I’m talking!"Yash heard her but didn't shift his gaze from the road. Instead, he smiled softly and replied, "Just a few more seconds, kitten, and then I'll look at you only."
       
The moment Yash’s words reached Vanya’s ears, the roar of three bikes tearing through the air startled her. She quickly turned to see them speeding towards the mansion. Her gaze then shifted back to Yash, who, without a word, removed her helmet.
       
Her hair fell over her face, then cascaded down to her shoulders, before settling against her chest. Yash watched the scene unfold with a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation pressing on him, but he knew they couldn’t afford to waste time."Put on your beard and turban," he instructed, his voice steady despite the urgency.
       
Vanya hummed in acknowledgment, retrieving the items from the bag hanging behind her. She handed the beard and turban cloth to Yash to hold for a moment. Observing her, Yash couldn’t help but palm his face in his mind, thinking, Who on earth sends a kid to the battlefield?.
       
Vanya set the bag down and carefully pasted the beard onto her face. She looked at Yash and asked, "Does it look good?".In his mind, Yash sarcastically thought, yeah!! Killed my mood, But outwardly, he nodded, gesturing that it looked fine. Vanya then took the turban cloth from his hand and began tying it around her head.
       
As Vanya tried to tie her turban, the cloth kept slipping from her hands. Every time she managed to tuck in one loose strand of hair fall, another would spring free. Frustration mounted as she broke a few strands in the process.
       
Yash watched her struggle for a moment before speaking firmly, "Just stop."Vanya, sensing his impatience, quickly replied, "You can go. I'll manage. I should've gone for the Buddhist monk look—shaving my head would've been better."
       
Before she could continue, Yash reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping her mid-motion. The sudden movement caused all her hair to fall across her face. Leaning in close, he whispered, "Never cut them."
       
His voice was gentle but carried an unspoken weight, a mixture of concern and something deeper. For a moment, the tension between them shifted, the urgency of their situation momentarily forgotten as Vanya looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat.
       
Yash took the turban cloth from Vanya’s hand and gestured for her to lower her hands, indicating that he would tie it for her. As he started wrapping the cloth around her head, Vanya asked skeptically, "Do you really know how to do it?"Yash raised an eyebrow and looked at her, his hands deftly working on the turban. "Haven't you done your homework on the Singhanias before invading their house?" he teased.
       
Vanya glanced at his eyes, then quickly looked away, feeling a bit uneasy under his scrutiny. Yash noticed her discomfort and smiled softly, his attention returning to the turban as he explained, "I’m Punjabi. Of course, I know how to do it."
       
In less than 5 minutes, Yash had expertly tied the turban. He then asked, "It isn’t too tight, is it?"Vanya shook her head, touched by his gentle gesture. Yash picked up her helmet and bag from the ground and handed them to her, instructing, "Follow this streetlight and walk straight ahead. After about 200 meters, you’ll reach the gate of the mansion. I’ll be right behind you."
       
Vanya nodded and began walking, but after a few steps, she turned around and asked, "Will the guard allow me in?"Yash, now wearing his helmet, responded confidently, "As I said earlier, I’m behind you."She nodded again and took a couple more steps before turning around once more.
       
She saw Yash sitting on his bike with his arms crossed, watching her. "Ask, kitten," he encouraged with a knowing smile.Vanya, gathering her confidence, blurted out, "I didn’t molest anyone—those people are lying."Yash’s voice was calm as he replied, "I know whose lying and whose not. No one can sway me."
       
Vanya nodded, reassured, and continued walking. But after a few more steps, she stopped again, turning to see Yash now standing behind her, his helmet off. Sensing her nervousness, he took a couple of steps back and said gently, "Ask the third question."Vanya looked down at his shoes, feeling a mix of emotions. With uneasiness in her voice, she asked, "Don’t you want to know my name, my origin, my intentions?"
       
Yash sighed, taking a step closer to her. "You don’t like speed, you’re not Sikh, you love food, you don’t like when people leave, and my eyes makes you feel nervous. I think that’s enough information for tonight, kitten."
       
Hearing him voice these truths, especially the last part about how his gaze affected her, made Vanya’s heart sink. Without another word, she turned around swiftly and started walking, not daring to look back as she moved toward the mansion.

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