MahiRat ❤️ Denial's Surrender (Bl)

26. Chapter

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Mahi cast a brief look at Virat. "I'll ask Chintu to have someone pick up your car later" he said softly.

Virat's pulse raced as he processed what had happened. The night had been a blur of unraveling emotions and unspeakable revelations.

When Mahi opened the passenger door for Virat, the tension between them was palpable.

Virat got inside, his cheeks hot and his heart pounding as he cast a glance at Mahi, who walked to the driver's side with a collected calm that appeared almost delicate.

The silence in the car thrummed with anticipation and unsaid words. Every quick glance and shy smile only heightened the tension.

This wasn't just a drive, it was a trek to a point where they both knew they were going to cross.

Mahi pulled up to the medical store switching off the engine and for a moment, only the ticking of the cooling engine filled the space between them.

Mahi's hands remained firmly wrapped around the steering wheel, while Virat struggled to hold back the smirk forming on his lips.

"Bring a bandage too" Virat murmured softly, nodding toward the faint redness on Mahi's right palm, a reminder of the earlier chaos.

Mahi stepped out of the car, nodding in acknowledgment to Virat's request for bandages.

As he entered the store, the bright overhead lighting highlighted his tall body, causing him to stand out even more.

Virat watched him carefully through the glass, his emotions a mix of concern and something deeper.

Mahi returned, his face slightly flushed, the tension in his posture betraying his discomfort. He hesitated, handing the bandage to Virat, avoiding eye contact as if that might lessen his embarrassment.

“This is really embarrassing,” Mahi muttered quietly.

Virat gently took Mahi's injured hand, his fingers brushing against the rough skin as he carefully unwrapped the old bandage. A soft smile played on his lips.

"This is such a normal thing and you get embarrassed over this?" Virat chuckled softly, glancing up at Mahi’s flushed face.

Mahi shot him a look, his expression a mix of frustration and fondness, but stayed silent. The warmth between them lingered, even without words.

As Virat's touch lingered on his wrist, smoothing the bandage's edges, their eyes met.

Mahi swallowed hard, staring at his bandaged hand in Virat's grip.

"Thank you" he murmured softly. Virat smiled faintly, brushing his thumb over the bandage before releasing him.

As Mahi started the car, quiet enveloped them. Virat sneaked glances, noting Mahi's jaw tightening and the tension between them building.

The drive was long but it felt forever, heavy with what remained unsaid.

After half an hour, they arrived in front of a small home. They sat silently, staring at the dark windows.

"Come" Mahi murmured quietly. Virat unbuckles his seatbelt with unsteady fingers, feeling the weight of the occasion.

They stepped out, greeted by the creak of the iron gate. The house stood still—a quiet reminder of simpler times, nestled in a serene corner far from the world's chaos.