The Veiled Hearts

🌹Waltz of Heart🔪

I never expected this morning to spiral into chaos, where I'd witness gunfire in temples, help Yash take down intruders, and somehow share my first kiss with him amid the turmoil. Now, I'm at the Singhania party, draped in a saree that clearly breaks the dress code.

As the music swells, I find myself dancing with a man who can skip my heartbeat with a single glance. It's been almost a minute since we are dancing together but i haven't heard him speak; all he does is expertly twirl me around, his grip firm on my waist. I refuse to break the silence. Why should I? If he wants to be angry, he can wallow in it. I am not the one who is engaged out of the blue, nor did I know that only the Singhania daughters-in-law were permitted to wear sarees here.

Coming to dancing with Ishaan. Yes, I didn't deny Ishaan's request to dance; staying safe sometimes means playing along. But how can anyone explain this prideful CEO, adorned with a shiny engagement ring, dancing with me like nothing is amiss?

I try to look away from Yash, but his gaze pulls me in, revealing layers beneath the surface-a man who's always been by my side, even in my darkest moments. His eyes are a storm, full of unsaid words, holding secrets I crave to uncover.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even notice how Yash and I had drifted to a shadowy corner of the dance floor, where the dim lights barely reached us. As I turned my head, I caught sight of the crowd, dancing twenty steps away, completely oblivious to our secluded little world. It felt as if we had slipped away from reality, leaving the rest of the party behind, with only a few nearby engaged in their own conversations, unable to see us.

Before I could voice my realization, Yash surprised me by unraveling my neatly tied hair, letting it cascade over my shoulders. In a heartbeat, he erased Noor's careful styling, and before I could react, he captured my lower lip in his mouth, sucking on it like it was his alone. The sudden rush of pleasure mixed with pain had me hissing as I tapped his shoulder, silently begging for release. But he only tightened his grip, pulling me closer until my chest collided with his.

I fought against him, but it was as if his kiss had created an elastic bond, drawing me back each time I tried to pull away. My body, betraying my mind, craved his embrace. My instinct screamed to escape, yet with every kiss, the tension melted away, soothing my senses.

Forgetting the thoughts of smudged lipstick ,fear of being caught kissing an engaged man danced in my mind, but all I could see was Yash-lost in a moment, holding me protectively as if I were his most cherished possession. His eyes were closed, but I could see the glimmer of unshed tears.

Just as a single drop fell from his eyes, I pulled back, concern washing over me. Yash's eyes shot open, revealing a tempest of anger and frustration. Before he could say anything, I leaned in and kissed away the tears, mimicking what he used to do for me in the past. His grip on my waist tightened, revealing a vulnerability hidden beneath his strong exterior.

I whispered, wrapping my arms around him hugging tightly and asking. "What happened?"

"Dad woke up after thirty days," he murmured, his voice a mixture of relief and longing. A smile crept onto my face, warmed by the tone that held the essence of a son who cherished his father's well-being, even amid his lavish world and grand engagement.

"Thats great news," I said softly, stroking his hair. Yash responded with a soft "Hmmmm," his lips brushing against my neck and shoulder, inhaling the scent of me. It felt intimate, like he was savoring something precious.

As I tried to pull back, he hugged me tightly again. "You smell like roses, You smell like her," he breathed, and a flicker of jealousy ignited within me, knowing he had someone from five years ago.

"Who?" I asked, frustration tinging my voice as I loosened my grip slightly.

"Don't get angry!" he replied, kissing my neck and shoulder again. "I don't know her. I stopped searching after I moved to America five years ago. I stopped thinking about her when I met you."

His words wrapped around my heart, igniting warmth within me. Even he knew this was wrong, but in that moment, nothing mattered. If anyone dared to intrude upon this moment, I knew the man holding me would destroy everything in his path.

"Are you tired because of this engagement ?" I asked, pulling him closer.

Yash continued to kiss my neck softly, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "I'm tired of pretending," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper against my skin.

After a few seconds,Yash broke our embrace, a teasing smile gracing his lips as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my lower lip. "You are looking beautiful in the saree I selected once for Avni," he said, his eyes dancing with mischief.

I raised an eyebrow, feigning indignation. "Avni played with me! I had no idea that only the daughter-in-laws of the Singhania family were allowed to wear saree in this party."

In response, Yash leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my upper lip. "I should reward her for that."

A frustration washed over my face seeing the calmness of Yash . "Your grandmother glared at me from stage," I said, in mock seriousness.

"Doesn't matter," he replied, and before I could process his words, he pulled me into another spin making my back colliding his chest. The sudden spin caused the loose strand of my saree to fall. Instinctively, I reached for it, but Yash was quicker, grabbing the loose end and lifting it up with a playful glint in his eye.

"Looks like the blouse button broke because it couldn't handle the big two roses," he teased, his gaze flicking to the broken hooks of my blouse.

Shit! He noticed. My heart raced, and I felt my cheeks flush as I glanced down at my blouse, mortified. How was I supposed to react to this playful scrutiny?

YASH and VANYA:

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Quickly, she spun around to face him, catching Yash off guard. She placed her hand behind his neck, pulling him closer as she kissed his neck and placed her lips mark on Yash's chest. "Your punishment for getting engaged-lipstick mark on your suit . Now,Survive the rest of the party."

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