☆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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Vyaan;
As I sat at the head of the table, I tried to focus on the conversation around me, but my thoughts kept drifting back to last night,The memory of last night was still vivid in my mind-the way she had asked for a room to paint. There was something in her voice, in her eyes, that I hadn't seen in a long time. The fire, the passion-it was unmistakable. She wasn't just making a request; she was making a statement.
When she'd looked at me, her gaze was intense, almost challenging. It was as if she was daring me to deny her, to see if I still had the power to say no. But I couldn't. Not when I saw that spark in her eyes, the one that reminded me of the girl I once knew.
It wasn't just about painting; it was about something deeper. A need to express herself, to reclaim a part of her that had been buried for too long. And in that moment, I realized- if she asked me for anything in that voice, with that intensity, I'd give it to her.
It wasn't just the words she spoke; it was the way she said them. The conviction, the passion-it was like she had some unspoken power over me, one that I couldn't resist even if I wanted to. I've always prided myself on being in control, on keeping a certain distance, but with Driti, that control slipped away so easily.
I didn't just want to give her that room to paint; I wanted to give her anything she asked for. The thought both unsettled and excited me, stirring something deep inside that I hadn't felt in a long time. It was dangerous, this hold she had over me, but it was also thrilling.
And seeing Driti walk into the kitchen only made it harder to push it all aside.
She entered with Zora, as my gaze lingers on her every move.She avoided my gaze, her focus on the small act of pouring herself tea, but I couldn't stop watching her. The way she moved, the way her expression remained carefully neutral-it was like a silent challenge, a game we were both playing but hadn't fully acknowledged yet.
"Good morning, Bhabhi!" Riya's voice cut through the hum of conversation, drawing Driti's attention and mine as well. I watched her smile at Riya, that soft, genuine smile that had always drawn me in. She responded politely, settling into a seat with Zora on one side and Riya on the other.
Everyone else continued their chatter, oblivious to the undercurrent between Driti and me. I took another sip of my tea, trying to ground myself in the moment, but my thoughts kept returning to her. The way she sat there, seemingly engrossed in the conversation around her, was all too familiar. She was present, but there was a part of her that was distant, locked away-just like last night.
I wanted to reach across the table, to say something that would break through the tension, but the words stayed lodged in my throat. I wasn't sure what to say, or if it would even make a difference right now. So instead, I kept silent, watching her out of the corner of my eye, waiting for the right moment, if there ever was one.
