Falling into the Chaos

Nineteen: To be able to issue ultimatums.

Aditya

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s I sat on the edge of the bed, the room was still dark with the early morning shadows, regret gnawed at me.

The memory of last night played on a loop in my mind, taunting me with every kiss, every touch....every whispered word.

I shouldn't have done that.

I shouldn’t have let things go ...so far.

I ran a hand through my hair, frustration tightening my chest.

What had I been thinking?
I knew better.
I knew what this could mean, how it could complicate everything between us.

But in that moment, with her so close, her eyes filled with that same longing that had been simmering inside me for so long—I lost control.

I let my emotions take over, and now I was left to deal with the consequences.

It had been reckless, impulsive, and completely out of character for me.

I had spent so long trying to keep a distance, trying to protect both of us from the inevitable fallout.

But one look from her, one touch, and all that resolve crumbled.

But I never wanted it to happen like this. Not in a way that would leave us both questioning everything the next morning.

The regret hit me hard, like a punch to the gut.

I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have let my desire override my better judgment.

I shouldn’t have let things get so out of hand that now, all I could think about was the mess we were left with.

The guilt weighed heavy on me, knowing that this wasn’t just about me.

I knew the risks, knew how fragile this situation was, and yet, I had thrown caution to the wind.

And for what? A night of passion that could unravel everything we had built?

Maybe it was the way she looked at me, like I was the only person who mattered. Or maybe it was the way she smiled, a smile that lit up the room and made me forget all the reasons why this was a bad idea.

But whatever it was, it had been enough to make me forget myself, to make me forget everything else. And now, I was left with the fallout.

I could still hear the sound of her voice, the way she had whispered my name in the dark, the way she had held me like she never wanted to let go.

It felt so right in the moment, so perfect, like everything had finally fallen into place.

But now, in the harsh light of day, all I felt was regret.

I’d watched her rush around the room, the sight both endearing and heartbreaking.

She was trying so hard to keep everything together, to make sure Cheeku’s world stayed stable. But in doing so, she was tearing herself away from me, from the warmth we had shared just hours before.

The suddenness of it all left me with an empty feeling in my chest, like the morning had stolen something precious from us.

“Zoya, wait…” I had whispered, reaching out to her as she hurriedly wore her saree, her hair still a wild mess from our night together.

But she had just shaken her head, her expression a mix of regret and determination. “I have to, Aditya,” she had said softly, her voice tinged with the same ache I felt. “Cheeku is up.... I cannot have you explaining to her..why am I in your room.”