The Veiled Hearts

🌹Teases and Tension 🔪

The Senior Bodyguard, a stopwatch in hand, announced that all trainees were divided into five groups of ten people. "You will have 20 minutes," he exclaimed. "The group with the highest score in physical strength will proceed to the second test."
       
Everyone nodded understanding. Vanya's throat felt dry as she wondered if she could really match the physical abilities of the already trained and bulked -up men around her. The groups were quickly organized, and Vanya found herself in Group 4.
       
Raj, one of the instructors, shouted, "Group 1, you're up! After the activities, everyone will submit their fit bands to Dr. Noor. She will examine your pulse rate and blood pressure."Vanya glanced at her fit band, noticing that her pulse was already at 85, much higher than the ideal resting rate of 78. Anxiety bubbled within her as she watched Group 1 start their activities, which included treadmill running, dumbbell lifting, rock climbing, and punching bags.
       
The critical part of these exercises was to ensure that after such intense physical exertion, their heart rate and blood pressure remained within a normal range.Vanya observed how Group 1 perfectly executed each activity. Feeling the weight of the challenge ahead, she picked up her gym wear and headed to the changing room to switch into her sports attire.

       
Her turn would be up after 2 more groups.As she entered the changing room, she was startled when 40 men came from behind her and started undressing themselves from uniform into gym clothes. She quickly looked down, her throat tightening as she swallowed nervously.
       
Vanya clutching her gym uniform tightly, her mind racing with unease. How am I supposed to change in front of all these men? she thought, her heart pounding as she scanned the room. Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed the footsteps approaching behind her until she felt something cold splash across her back.
       
She gasped, the shock of the icy liquid snapping her back to reality. Turning around quickly, she saw Yash standing there with an empty coffee cup in his hand. "Oh! My mistake," he said, feigning an innocent tone. "Please don't mind. You can clean yourself in the washroom at the end of the corridor."
       
Vanya’s anger flared as she felt the cold coffee dripping down her back, soaking into her clothes. Her eyes locked onto Yash’s, and she could see the amusement flickering in his gaze. He widened his eyes slightly, raising his eyebrows in a mockingly innocent expression, silently taunting her and murmured ," Are you going ?, or do you want more coffee spilled on you?"
       
Vanya glared at Yash as he brushed past her, completely unfazed by her anger. He strolled into the changing room, greeting and encouraging the other trainees as if nothing had happened. Vanya watched him in disbelief, feeling the wet, sticky coffee still clinging to her clothes. He hadn’t even bothered to apologize, and here he was, laughing and joking with everyone else.
       
She turned away, her frustration mounting, and made her way towards the washroom at the end of the corridor.As Yash continued to chat with the trainees, he caught a glimpse of Vanya heading down the hall but quickly turned his attention back to his conversation, seemingly uninterested.
 

     
Vanya sighed deeply as she approached the washroom door, dreading the thought of entering yet another men's washroom. She clutched her clothes to her body, trying to block out the embarrassing memories of the previous time she’d been in this situation.But as she stepped inside, Vanya was taken aback by what she saw.
 

The washroom was enormous—bigger than her bedroom, with sleek mirrors, glass fixtures, and a ceiling so high it felt like a palace. "Wow… so big," she muttered to herself, her voice echoing slightly in the spacious room. "If the Singhania's are spending all their money on bathrooms, what are they even saving?"Just as she marveled at the luxury around her, she suddenly felt a presence behind her.
       
A voice whispered close to her ear, "Flattered by the bathroom? Wanna see how a Singhania’s bedroom looks?"Startled, Vanya spun around, only to lose her balance and stumble, landing on the floor. Yash stood over her, arms crossed, a smirk on his face. "Every time I see you, you’re on the ground. Sometimes hiding, sometimes praying, sometimes falling. You really love the gravity kitty."
       
Vanya’s anger flared, and she was about to scream at him when Yash quickly bent down and placed a hand over her mouth. "Before you start yelling at me, just so you know, this VIP bathroom is not soundproof."Her eyes widened in shock as she realized she had mistakenly entered the VIP bathroom instead of the common one.
       
She removed his hand from her mouth and motioned for him to come closer. Yash, mischief still dancing in his eyes, teased, "No, no, I’m not in the mood of doing naughty things."Ignoring his innuendo, Vanya slapped his leg and pulled him by hand to make him come close, whispering urgently in his ear, "Where’s the common bathroom? I need to change. I can’t do it in the changing room."
       
A shiver ran down Yash’s spine as he felt the warmth of her breath against his ear. He glanced at her, seeing the desperate plea in her eyes. He smiled, then called her closer. Vanya, in her haste, moved quickly to close the distance, startling Yash with her speed. Trying to stifle his laughter, he whispered in her ear, "This washroom is only for the Singhania's. No one else will come in since everyone has left. So you can unbutton your first shirt button, then the second button, third, fourth, fifth… then go for your pants, and then___".
       
Vanya’s eyes bulged as she raised her fist to punch him, but Yash effortlessly caught her hand with one of his, pulling her close. "Use this washroom," he said, his tone is serious now. "I’m going. No CCTV is here—you’re under my eyes’ surveillance."
       
He released her hand and turned to leave, walking out without another word. Vanya remained sitting on the floor, her mind reeling from his teasing words. Once she gathered herself, she changed into her sportswear and stepped out of the washroom. She looked around, realizing that Yash had already left the gym.
       
A strange mix of emotions swirled in her chest—relief that he was gone, but also an unexpected twinge of sadness at the absence of his presence. She found herself feeling oddly secure under his watchful eyes, more so than under any CCTV camera.Suddenly, Raj's voice echoed through the gym, jolting her back to the present.

"Group 4, you’re up for the test!"

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