𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀 : 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓

25

Do 100+ votessss fastttt ( don't disappoint me 🥺) . Make sure to read the spoiler at the end of the chapter*

Vanya's Pov :
I stepped into the garden, intending to water the plants, when I spotted Roohi approaching me. Her gentle smile caught my attention.

"Vanu," she said, her voice soft and melodious.

"Hmm?" I replied, my curiosity piqued. But beneath my calm exterior, a question nagged me. What had transformed Roohi's usual demeanor? She radiated happiness and an air of mystery.

"Actually, Vanu, is Aadarsh here?" she asked, her inquiry startling me. I opened my eyes wide, surprised by her interest in someone she had previously despised.

"Yeah, he is," I said, masking my astonishment with a casual smile.

Roohi's response was curt. "Okay." She glided into the house, leaving me perplexed. What had sparked this sudden change? Roohi's aversion to Aadarsh had been palpable for years. Determined to unravel the mystery, I followed her inside. As I entered, I spotted Roohi hovering near Aadarsh's room. Moments later, Aadarsh arrived, and Roohi trailed behind him, her eyes fixed on him. A knowing smile spread across my face. I thought I understood the reason. Aadarsh had become Roohi's new crush. After almost three to four years, her heart had unlocked again. I slipped into my room, pondering Roohi's transformation. Would Roohi's feelings be reciprocated? Only time would tell.

At night....

I waited anxiously for Rajveer as always, my eyes fixed on the clock, the seconds ticking by at a glacial pace. Almost 10 pm. The silence was palpable, punctuated only by the occasional tick of the clock. Suddenly, the sound of his car outside sent my heart racing, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. As he entered the room, his warm smile eased my nerves, illuminating the space with its warmth.

"How was your day?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrayed my excitement.

"It was good," Rajveer replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his expression relaxed. But still, I wasn't convinced his words weren't. It seems like his day was really good.

"RV ji," I said slowly, my voice hesitant, my heart pounding in anticipation. He hummed, encouraging me to continue, his gaze locked onto mine.

I gazed up at RV ji, my voice barely above a whisper, as I asked, "RV ji, come, let me massage your head." I knew better than to push him for answers in this moment when his eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken thoughts. The tension in his shoulders was palpable, and I yearned to ease his stress. He nodded, his eyes locking onto mine with a hint of gratitude, and began to remove his tie. My pulse quickened as the subtle flex of his neck muscles left me breathless. His sleeves, rolled up to his elbows, revealed toned forearms that seemed to beckon me closer. I sat on the bed, trying to compose myself, but my heart raced with anticipation. RV ji settled in front of me, then unexpectedly lay his head on my lap. My cheeks flushed as I struggled to maintain a neutral expression, but my mind whirled with the intimacy of the moment.
His soft, black hair cascaded through my fingers like silk as I began the massage. I focused on the gentle pressure, the subtle tension in his muscles, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. As I worked out the knots, RV ji's eyes closed, his breathing slowing, and his body relaxing under my touch. As I massaged, memories flooded my mind - laughter, tears, and whispered promises. Our relationship was complex, a delicate dance of emotions, and yet, in this moment, everything felt right.

"Wifey," he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

He sat up, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief, and said, "Lie down, let me massage your head now." I hesitated, taken aback by the unexpected offer, but his gentle smile put me at ease.