☆Clash of Souls: Reunited Book one of Twisted Souls series ☆( part-1)
This book is divided into two parts
And this one is part -1
𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐓 × 𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀
What if childhood friends, now bitter rivals, are forced into an arranged...
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Driti;
After the rituals, I did everything in my power to avoid going to that room. I lingered in the living room, helped with clearing up, and even chatted longer than usual with Riya and Zora. But no matter what I did, I could feel the weight of his unspoken command, pulling me toward the room.
When I finally headed back to the room, the air felt heavy with anticipation. As I pushed open the door, I saw Vyaan standing by the window, his back to me. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows. The atmosphere was thick with tension, almost like the calm before a storm.
He turned around slowly, his gaze intense and unwavering. His eyes met mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I could sense his frustration, his need for answers, and maybe even something more unspoken simmering beneath the surface.
He moved toward me with slow, deliberate steps, his eyes never leaving mine. Each step seemed to echo through the room, the tension between us growing thicker with every passing second. My breath caught in my throat as he closed the distance, his presence overwhelming.
When he finally stopped in front of me, we were so close that I could feel the heat radiating off him. His eyes were dark, intense, and full of something I couldn't quite place-desire, frustration, maybe both. He raised his hand slowly and brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering for a moment.
"You like playing games, Mrs. Mehra?" His voice was a low, dangerous whisper, filled with something that sent a thrill down my spine.
I stood there, saying nothing, my heart pounding in my chest. His gaze held mine, daring me to respond, but I couldn't find the words. The tension was electric, the air between us thick with unspoken emotions.
His fingers grazed my chin, tilting my face slightly upward so I couldn't look away. "Silent now?" he whispered, his voice teasing yet laced with an edge. "You push, you pull... but do you know what you're doing to me?"
I still remained quiet, feeling the intensity of his words sink into me, making my pulse quicken. There was no escaping it-him.
A surge of defiance shot through me, and I couldn't hold it in anymore. I stepped back, crossed my arms, and tilted my head slightly, meeting his intense gaze with one of my own.
"You think you're so untouchable, don't you?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm not some puzzle you get to solve, Mr. Mehra. You think you're doing me a favor by bossing me around? News flash, I don't need you to control my every move."
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, clearly not expecting me to fire back, and that gave me just enough satisfaction to continue.
"I'm not scared of you, Mr.Mehra," I added, narrowing my eyes. "So, keep your commands to yourself, because I'll do whatever I want, whenever I want. And if that includes cutting your calls... so be it."
