My Ex - Crush

Episode 45

Deepika's POV:

My pulse was out of control, racing faster with every breath. Arjun’s eyes were locked on mine, unwavering, intense, burning with something I couldn’t decipher. The heat from his body seemed to wrap around me, pulling me deeper into his gaze.

Those eyes—they were so dark, I couldn’t see where his thoughts ended or where they began. It was like he was hiding something, something that I wasn't ready to face.

I felt trapped, my chest tightening as if the air around us had thickened. I wanted to look away, to break free from this moment, but I couldn’t. His hold was so steady, so sure, like he was daring me to come closer, daring me to fall right into whatever chaos was brewing in his eyes.

Part of me wanted to do just that—to throw caution to the wind, close the distance, and kiss him like I’d dreamed of. It was as if he was waiting for me to make the first move, for me to let my guard down so he could catch me.

I hated that he had this power over me, this silent challenge in his eyes, making me want more. So much more than I could ever admit.

If there’s one thing I’ve realized in his absence these past few days, it’s that I’m hopelessly, maddeningly into him. While I’ve been left here, aching for a single moment of his attention, he’s been busy with his life, his schedule too packed to spare even a thought for me.

And now, he suddenly shows up, acting like he understands what I’m feeling, like he’s on the same page as me. It makes my blood boil because I know he’s not. He never was.

I knew that if I gave in, if I allowed myself to fall, I’d be the one left shattered in the end. He’d go back to being his charming self, and I’d be the one with the broken heart, watching him move on while I was left to pick up the pieces.

This wasn’t supposed to be more than a harmless crush, but it was already spiraling beyond my control, consuming me, making me want things I knew I couldn’t have.

I bit my lip, my eyes stinging with tears as I forced myself to turn away from him. My heart ached with each beat, but I knew I had to protect myself somehow, even if it meant denying what I truly felt.

Just as I tried to pull back, Gayathri’s voice cut through the air, making my entire face flush with embarrassment.

“Yeah, just like that, Tarun... don’t stop,” Gayathri’s voice was low, sultry, and so completely out of place that I felt my entire body freeze.

I tried to pretend I hadn’t heard it, that I wasn’t stuck in a tiny dark room with Arjun while these two were losing themselves to each other just a few feet away.

My cheeks burned with humiliation. They were getting louder, their whispers turning into moans that echoed in the confined space.

I wanted to disappear. I was only eighteen—I wasn’t ready to witness anything like this, not live, not in front of Arjun who was now silently smirking beside me, his eyes still trained on me with that unreadable look.

My mind was racing, and all I could think was how unfair it was that I had to be here, in this ridiculous situation, with him.

“Just like that... oh, God, yes!” Gayathri’s breathless cries reached a fever pitch, and I could hear Tarun’s rough voice shaking in reply.

“I’m so close,” Tarun groaned, his voice thick with need.

My eyes widened in sheer horror, every nerve in my body tensed up. I wanted to gag, to scream, to bolt out of that room. And through it all, Arjun stayed calm, steady, his face a mask of barely contained amusement. I hated that even now, in this absurd, awkward mess, he could be so unruffled.