15. Injured by words

19 3 2
                                        

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.


Present

“Attention, please, everyone! As you all know, this is a special moment for our power couple, Mr. Ishaan and soon-to-be Mrs. Mahira. Let’s make this celebration unforgettable! How about a couple’s dance? I invite every gentleman here to ask their lovely lady for a dance. Thank you! The floor is all yours.”

As the announcement ended, my gaze instinctively found Ahana. She was already looking at me. A smirk tugged at my lips as I raised my glass toward her, silently challenging her. Then, turning to Mahira, I extended my hand. "Shall we?"

But before I could even register her response, my attention snapped back to Ahana. A man had approached her, asking for a dance—and to my utter frustration, she accepted. Just like that, she placed her hand in his and let him lead her to the dance floor.

A sharp wave of possessiveness surged through me. My jaw clenched as I followed with Mahira, my eyes never leaving Ahana.

The first notes of Janam Janam filled the air, the melody weaving through the dimly lit ballroom. Couples swayed to the rhythm, lost in the moment. But I wasn’t. My focus remained solely on her—every move, every glance, every smile she gave that man fueled the fire burning inside me.

Then, the moment of partner rotation arrived. Letting go of Mahira’s hand, I barely noticed the new woman I was paired with. My interest lay elsewhere—only on her.

And soon, she would be in my arms.

I analysed her every step her every smile and just then my eyes dropped to her blouse fuck her blouse is opening slowly it is stuck just by that chain that is going to break soon if not closed on time. Again the time to change the partner arrived and this time it was Ahana,

Finally, she spun into my arms, and instinctively, my hands found her waist, pulling her close. Her body collided against mine, sending a surge of heat coursing through me. Every nerve in my body sparked to life at her touch, my grip tightening as if anchoring her to me.

Sealed Fates Where stories live. Discover now