𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒: Reunited | Part 1

16.Pinterest princess

Driti:

I was in the middle of turning vyaan's room into a mini museum, carefully hanging up paintings on the wall. I couldn't help but smile at how the dulled room was turning out. It had transformed from a normal simple space into something more, something that felt uniquely mine.

Call me whatever you want. But I'm just a Pinterest princess. I just like my room to be more aesthetic and Pinteresty.
you don't care about Vyaan's opinion. Shut up

I was still deep in my thoughts when his voice cut through the silence.

"Done turning my room into a museum, Mrs. Mehra?" Vyaan's voice was teasing.
He can't be real ,he is .

I nearly lost my balance on the stool. My heart skipped a beat as I turned around, still slightly breathless. But instead of seeing him standing at the door, I was taken aback to find him right behind me, much closer than I expected. The shock of his sudden presence made me lose my balance. I swayed on the stool, my heart leaping into my throat.

Before I could even think to react, his hands were on my waist, steadying me with that familiar firm grip.

"Careful," he murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and something deeper that sent a shiver down my spine. He didn't let go immediately, and I was acutely aware of how close we were, how his hands lingered a moment longer than necessary.

"Or you would fall again," he added, his voice is husky, a low rumble that sent warmth curling through me. His words were laced with a mixture of concern and teasing, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

I tried to steady myself, both physically and emotionally, but his proximity made it nearly impossible. The way he looked at me, with those intense eyes that always seemed to see right through me, left me breathless.

"Maybe you should stop sneaking up on my room," I managed to say, trying to inject some lightness into my tone, though my voice wavered just slightly.
but failed. I ignored my inner voice.

"Wow, now I'm sneaking up on my own room?" Vyaan said, his voice laced with amusement.

I could hear the playful tone, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered.

"Well, considering you just appeared out of nowhere like a ghost, what else am I supposed to think?" I shot back, arching an eyebrow as I met his gaze.

He chuckled softly, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward me. "If I'm a ghost, then I must be haunting you for a reason, Mrs. Mehra."

"Or maybe you're just here to see if I'm turning the room into an art gallery," I said, crossing my arms, though the butterflies in my stomach betrayed my calm exterior.

he just smirked, his hands still on my waist as if he wasn't quite ready to let go. "maybe you should stop making my room look so good that I can't stay away," he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine.