The Veiled Hearts

🌹 Between Tears and Kisses 🔪

As Vanya walk towards the mansion's gate, a bike suddenly swerved in front of her, blocking her path. The rider, dressed in a helmet, gestured for her to come closer. Even through the helmet, Vanya recognized him instantly—Yash. She knew it was him by the bike and his familiar physique.For a moment, she looked at him, but then the reality of his upcoming marriage hit her, and she turned away, continuing toward the mansion.
       

Yash removed his helmet, revealing his face, and called out, "Come close. You don't have a beard and a turban."Without stopping, Vanya replied, "I know," and kept walking.

Yash's voice was laced with playful authority as he said, "Bina ID card ke kaise jaogi mansion ke andar?"
(Without your ID, how do you plan on getting in?")Vanya instinctively touched her pocket, only to realize her identity card was missing.
       
Turning back, she saw Yash twirling her ID card between his fingers, a teasing smile on his face.She reluctantly approached him as he was sitting on his bike, and as soon as she was within reach, Yash pulled her close by her waist, holding her firmly.

Yash and Vanya stood so close that their lips were just an inch apart, the warmth of their breath mingling in the small space between them. Vanya’s eyes remained locked on Yash, filled with a mix of longing and defiance.
       
Yash, with a tender touch, wrapped one arm around her waist, while his other hand gently brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen across her face."CHODO MUJHE," (leave me)Vanya demanded, her voice firm, but her eyes betrayed the storm of emotions inside her.
      
Yash’s gaze shifted from her hair to her face, his eyes softening as he replied, "Nahi,"(No) he whispered, his tone filled with a gentle resolve, "pehle beard aur turban pehen lo."(First wear your turban and beard).

Vanya’s expression faltered, sadness creeping into her features as she looked into his eyes. "Let me go, please. You all know who I am. Today or tomorrow, you’ll threaten me, and then my family. Just let me find what I’ve lost. I promise, I won’t harm anyone."
       
Her voice broke, and tears began to slip down her cheeks.Seeing her tears, Yash’s heart clenched, and he pulled her even closer, their bodies pressed tightly together as he remained seated on his bike. With infinite tenderness, he wiped away her tears with his fingertips, his touch soft and reassuring. "Can I kiss your wet eyes?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with an aching desire to comfort her.
       
Vanya shook her head, her voice trembling as she replied, "It’s wrong... what you’re doing is wrong. You should protect your house from an intruder like me, you should focus on your marria—"Before she could finish, Yash leaned in and gently kissed away her tears, then brushed his lips against her wet eyes, and softly kissed the tip of her nose.
       
As he moved toward her lips, he hesitated, noticing how her eyes were tightly shut, her face reflecting fear and mistrust. Instead, he placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, his lips pressing against her skin as he murmured, "I will win your trust. And about my marriage... I’m not a married man yet. I can still choose my meals."
       
Vanya opened her eyes, the confusion in them slowly giving way to realization. As his words sunk in, anger flared within her, and she punched his chest with all her might. Yash winced in pain, but his hold on her remained unyielding, his embrace still protective and warm."Aaahhh!! Kya mukka Marti ho" (aaahh!! You throw good punches,)" Yash remarked, a playful glint in his eyes.
       
Vanya smirked, her voice laced with teasing as she replied, "I can throw many things."Yash’s grip around her waist tightened slightly, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone, "Hope the things you throw at me will be your worn clothes."
       
Vanya’s eyes widened in shock, but before she could retort, Yash quickly placed his hand over her mouth. "Shhh! It’s a joke," he whispered, his voice soothing. "Let’s get the turban and beard on, and go home. It’s getting late."Vanya glared at him, her anger simmering just beneath the surface, but she was helpless with her hands occupied by the packed soup.
       
Noticing this, Yash slowly released her, climbed down from the bike, and retrieved the beard and turban from his backpack. With practice ease, he began to disguise Vanya, just as he had done on the first day they met.Vanya watched him intently, her heart softening as she observed the care and precision with which he tied the turban.
       
Yash noticed her gaze and asked with a fond smile, "What are you looking at, kitty?"Vanya murmured, lost in the warmth of the moment, "You look like your mother."Yash’s smile deepened, his eyes reflecting a gentle affection. He glanced down at her, then noticed how tightly she was clutching the soup.
       
"Kunal Bhaiya also missed his mother. Maa used to make food for him too when he was sad."Vanya’s eyes widened in surprise, and before she could respond, Yash leaned in and kissed her forehead once more, the gesture filled with a quiet, unspoken promise. "I know everything," he said softly, "I just need to find out why you’re here after his death. Until then, please, don’t turn into the person I hate most. Can you do that, at least?"
       
Vanya was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the tenderness in his voice, so she simply nodded. Yash smiled, the expression warm and reassuring as he said, "Let’s go. The food will get cold."   
         
As Vanya settled behind Yash on the bike, the first thing she said, her voice tinged with concern, was, "Tezz mat chalana" (Don’t go fast). Yash couldn't help but smile as he secured his helmet. There was something endearing about the way she made the request, and for once, he decided to listen.
       
This time, he didn't speed off like he usually did. Instead, he drove at a steady pace, the night air cool against their skin as they made their way back to the mansion.When they arrived, Vanya began to dismount, but before she could fully get off the bike, Yash reached back and placed his hand gently on her thigh, holding her in place. "Sit," he said, his tone firm. "Trainee residency still hasn’t come yet."
       
Vanya sighed, her frustration evident as she softly murmured, "Yash, pleassssse..." Her plea was filled with a mix of exasperation and something else—something softer, almost vulnerable.But Yash wasn’t in the mood to argue or let her go just yet. Without a word, he revved the engine and took off toward the trainee residency, ignoring Vanya’s words.
       
The bike roared to life, and they sped through the quiet streets of the mansion.When they finally reached the trainee center, Vanya quickly dismounted, feeling a strange mix of relief and something else she couldn’t quite name.
       
She was about to say something, perhaps to thank him , but before she could get a word out, Yash tore through the night, speeding away without so much as a backward glance.Vanya stood there, watching as the bike's taillights disappeared into the distance.
       
A myriad of emotions churned within her—frustration, confusion, and an inexplicable pull toward the man who seemed to know exactly how to push her buttons.As she stared into the night, she couldn’t help but think, "Why are you like this? Why can't you be the CEO I had pictured?"
       
She had expected someone different—someone distant, perhaps a bit cold, like most CEOs she had encountered. But Yash was nothing like that. He was infuriating, unpredictable, and sometimes, disarmingly tender.With a heavy sigh, Vanya turned around and started walking toward her room, her mind still filled with thoughts of Yash.
       
As she reached her room and closed the door behind her, Vanya couldn’t shake the feeling that Yash was going to be a much bigger part of her life than she had ever anticipated.

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