"DESTINED MEET"

Chapter 5

(Kiara pov)

I pushed open the creaky front door and stepped into the house, my heart racing with excitement and nerves.

It had been years since I'd last set foot in this place, and I wasn't sure what to expect.

The familiar scent of old books and fresh cookies wafted through the air, transporting me back to a time when life was simpler.

As I entered the main hall, I saw my dad sitting on the couch, a warm smile spreading across his face.

He stood up as I approached, and we embraced each other tightly, the tension between us palpable.

"Kiara, my dear, it's so good to see you!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with emotion. "I've missed you so much!"

I hugged him back, feeling a mix of emotions: happiness, guilt, and anxiety. "I've missed you too, Dad. I'm sorry it's been so long."

Just then, Aaransh bhai appeared from the kitchen, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me shiver. His expression was a far cry from the warm welcome I'd received from our dad.

I took a step forward, my arms opening to hug him, but Aaransh bhai quickly raised his hands, his palms facing me.

"Don't," he said curtly, his voice firm but trembling with emotion. "Don't touch me, Kiara."

I froze, taken aback by his rejection. "Aaransh, bhai but ..." I started, but he cut me off.

"Why the hell are you here?" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. "What do you want, Kiara?"

" Bhai "what..." I said, trying to understand his anger.

"Don't call me that!" he snapped. "You're nothing to me, Kiara."

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes as his words cut deep. "bhai don't say that. I'm your sister. I care about you."

"Why do you hate me so much?" I asked, my voice shaking.

Aaransh's face twisted in anger. "I hate you because..." He seemed to struggle to find the words, his anger boiling over.

Our dad intervened, placing a firm hand on Aaransh's shoulder. "Aaransh, that's enough. Stop it right now."

Aaransh shook off our dad's hand, his eyes still blazing with anger. "No, I won't stop. She needs to know."

But our dad stood firm, his expression stern. "Not now, Aaransh. This is not the time or place."

Aaransh's face twisted in frustration, but he finally seemed to relent, storming out of the room in silence.

I was left standing there, feeling hurt and confused, wondering what I had done to deserve such anger and hatred from my own brother.

Aaransh bhai walks away, leaving me standing alone in the main hall.

My gaze drifts towards the person he's talking to, and I'm struck by the most piercing hazel eyes I've ever seen.

They're fixed on me, and I feel like I'm drowning in their depths.

His chiseled features and strong jawline catch my attention, and his perfectly styled black hair frames his face perfectly.

But it's those eyes that really get me.

They seem to see right through me, like he can read my every thought.

I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body as our gazes lock, and time stands still.

It's like I'm under a spell, unable to look away.