The Veiled Hearts

🌹Waltz of Jealousy 🔪

The melody of a soft piano flowed seamlessly through the air, weaving itself into the night like a lullaby for the stars above. But the stars weren't in the sky; they were right here, above them. The entire ceiling of the grand dancing hall twinkled with millions of tiny lights, as if someone had pulled down the heavens themselves and draped them over the party.

Each flickering light mirrored the elegance of the event, casting a romantic, ethereal glow over the polished floor where guests in glamorous gowns and sharp suits glided effortlessly. The glimmering ceiling stretched endlessly, making one feel as if they were dancing beneath an infinite galaxy, lost in the mesmerizing spell of luxury.

Yash was dancing with Tanya, his hands strategically placed behind her, but careful not to touch her waist. His body language screamed distance, and he made sure to keep as much space between them as he could. Yet, Tanya was relentless, leaning in closer, ignoring the subtle cues he was giving. A point came when she was about to rest her head on his shoulder, but before she could, Yash's cold voice cut through the melody, "Don't."

Tanya froze at the rejection, her eyes narrowing as she stepped back slightly. "We are engaged now," she hissed quietly, frustration dripping from her voice. "Why do you always have to behave like a prude, even when we're surrounded by so many people?"

Yash's jaw clenched at her words, his first instinct to snap back, but then he noticed her parents watching them closely from across the room. His grandmother too, her sharp gaze analyzing every interaction. Yet what bothered him more was the memory of his father's odd expression this morning in the hospital.

When Aman had entered the room with his grandmother to visit Vikram(Yash's father), Yash had noticed his father's suspicious, unwelcoming look. It had stayed with him, a puzzle he hadn't yet solved. He wasn't a man who moved without calculation, always keeping his father's advice in mind: Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Yash lived by it-capturing his enemies' weaknesses, taking control of their assets, ensuring they remained under his thumb.

Faking a polite smile, Yash looked at Tanya, his eyes masking the turmoil behind them. "I'm wearing a white suit, and you've got makeup on your face. The last thing I want are face imprints on my suit before the party ends." His tone was calm, calculated, but laced with the subtle edge of a man who always had the upper hand.

Tanya glared at him, her irritation palpable, but she chose to remain silent, knowing raising her voice would attract unwanted attention. More people were beginning to step onto the dance floor. Noor and Aarav, Avni and Reyansh-other couples joined them, their graceful movements contrasting the underlying tension between Yash and Tanya.

The glass floor beneath them shimmered, reflecting the twinkling lights from above, casting an almost dreamlike glow over the scene. Everyone was dancing the waltz, maintaining the proper distance between partners, yet Yash felt anything but relaxed. His mind was miles away, trying to piece together why his father had seemed so unsettled by Aman's presence this morning. Something wasn't right, and Yash wasn't the type to let things slide.

As Yash remained lost in his thoughts, he suddenly noticed movement ahead-Vanya and Ishaan were stepping onto the dance floor, stopping right in front of him. Ishaan was facing him directly, while Vanya stood with her back to Yash, unaware of his piercing gaze on her. Her posture was graceful, and even though she couldn't see Yash, she could feel the weight of his eyes on her, a sensation that sent a subtle shiver down her spine.

The atmosphere in the hall shifted almost immediately. Heads turned, eyes widened, and hushed whispers filled the room, admiring the undeniable chemistry between Vanya and Ishaan. The murmurs of admiration spread like wildfire, praising how striking the two looked together. Words like "stunning" and "perfect couple" echoed around, and Yash heard every single one of them.

His anger simmered beneath the surface. His hand, still holding Tanya's, clenched tighter, his knuckles turning white as he fought to control the growing rage. Tanya winced, her voice sharp with pain. "Yash, you're hurting me!" she hissed, trying to pull her hand away.

But Yash barely registered her complaint. His gaze was locked on Vanya, scanning her from head to toe, his focus narrowing on the places where Ishaan held her. His expression darkened with every passing second. There was something about seeing another man's hands on her even if the man is his best friend, something about the way they moved together, that made his blood boil.

Without breaking his stare, Yash's voice came out low, almost to himself, which was not audible to Tanya's ear because of the piano music . "So, this is how Ishaan plans to take his revenge for the School's Farewell Dance..."

His mind flashed back to the memory of the school dance years ago, the event that had left a mark on both of them. This was more than just a dance for Ishaan-it was a calculated move, a public display, and Yash knew it. But what unsettled him most was the undeniable fact that Vanya, even without knowing it, had become the center of this game, and everyone was watching. Everyone except her.

Yash after seeing Ishaan and Vanya:

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