CHAPTER - 6

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After that kiss, Vani left abruptly, and I didn’t follow her

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After that kiss, Vani left abruptly, and I didn’t follow her. As much as I wanted to, something held me back—a gnawing guilt deep in my chest.

I couldn’t do this to Vivian, not to my best friend. I knew Vani was vulnerable, and I couldn’t allow myself to take advantage of that.

She needed time, and I had to respect that. So, I kept my distance, even though she occupied my every thought. But it wasn’t just guilt anymore. The truth was far more damning—when she eventually returned to Vivian, she would leave me heartbroken.

Heartbroken? What the hell is wrong with me?” I muttered to myself while working on a bridge project under my father’s watchful eye.

A month had passed since that kiss, and yet I remembered the feel of her lips so vividly, as if it had happened just yesterday. It was as though she had bewitched me, casting a spell I couldn’t break.

I threw myself into my work, hoping that the grind would wear down these feelings. But they didn’t fade. They only grew stronger.

And then, I saw her again at my father’s success party, celebrating the completion of a major project. She was there, standing in the grand hall in a rose gold gown that flowed around her like liquid light.

Her hair cascaded down in soft waves, framing her face. She was ethereal, an angel among mortals, her beauty something out of a dream. Her big, expressive eyes drew me in, and her smile—it was enough to stop my heart.

I found myself staring, unable to look away, until she met my gaze.

Embarrassment flooded through me, and I quickly turned and left the hall, escaping to the quiet corridors of my father’s sprawling mansion.

The party was filled with aristocrats and socialites, people who were there to network and flaunt their wealth. I was supposed to be mingling, making connections, but all I could think about was Vani.

As I wandered the halls, trying to clear my mind, I bumped into someone—Vani.

I’m sorry—” I started, trying to brush past her, but she grabbed my arm, her grip surprisingly strong.

Drive me out of this boring place,” she demanded, her voice carrying a hint of desperation.“I’m lost here.”

We drove in silence, the tension thick between us. My thoughts were a jumble of confusion and desire, but I stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. Then, out of nowhere, she spoke.

Stop the car.”

I did as she asked, pulling over to the side of the road. She got out, and I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest.

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