𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Chapter-22 Revenge

N I T I K A

"Let me drop you to your dorm," Avyaan said, his voice firm, his eyes still flashing with residual anger.

I shook my head, grasping his arm, my touch sending a spark through both of us.

"I'll come with you and clean up these wounds," I insisted, my voice gentle but firm.

Avyaan's expression turned stubborn, his jaw clenched.

"No, I'll do it. You should head back to your dorm," he said, his tone brooking no argument.

But I stood my ground, my resolve strengthened by concern for him.

"No! I won't leave you like this," I said, my voice firm, my eyes locked on his.

Avyaan sighed, his shoulders relaxing. "Fine. Let's go," he conceded.

He led me to his bike, parked nearby. We rode through the quiet streets, the wind whipping.

We reached his flat, a cozy apartment. Avyaan unlocked the door.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said. It's not my first time though.

I nodded.

"Where's first aid kit?"

"In that drawer"

His eyes locked onto mine.

"Sit quietly on the couch," I instructed Avyaan, trying to sound stern despite the concern etched on my face.

Avyaan protested, his eyes flashing with stubbornness. "You don't need to do this, I can..."

But I glared at him, my expression unyielding, and he faltered.

Without uttering a word, Avyaan's resistance crumbled, and he sank onto the couch.

I sat beside him, close, our legs touching, sending shivers down my spine.

His injured hands rested on his lap, and I gently took them in mine.

Avyaan's eyes watched me, intensely, as I began to clean his cuts.

His warmth seeped into me, his cologne enveloping me, making my pulse quicken.

"Stay still," I whispered, my breath brushing against his skin.

Avyaan nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. Our legs remained touching, electricity coursing through me.

Tension built, but I focused on his wounds, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest.

As I tended to his cuts, Avyaan's eyes burned with unspoken emotions.

I felt his gaze on me, yearning, and my cheeks flushed. But when I remembered the way he punched that guy the frustration again seeped in my veins.

A U T H O R

Nitika's eyes flashed with frustration as she tended to Avyaan's wounds, her brow furrowed in concern.

"Why did you have to beat him like that?" she scolded, her voice firm but laced with worry.

"He looked at you," he replied, his voice low and husky.

Nitika sighed, shaking her head.

"That's no reason to almost break his jaw," she chided.

Avyaan's eyes locked onto hers, his intensity palpable. As Nitika applied antiseptic, their faces drew closer, their breath mingling.

Avyaan's eyes roamed her face, mesmerized by her beauty. Her raven-brown hair cascaded down her back. Her full lips parted slightly.

Her sweet scent enveloped him.