𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 || 18+

chapter 22

Guys i have not re-read the chapter so there might be some mistakes so pls ignor them.

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Amaya and Veeranshu were still in the kitchen, caught up in their private moment when the sound of the main door opening startled them. They quickly stepped away from each other, panic flashing across their faces. Amaya hastily zipped her pants, trying to fix her appearance, but then realized the button of her jeans was missing-a telltale sign of their earlier intimacy.

As they scrambled to compose themselves, they saw Vikrant entering the hall and walking toward the kitchen. Veeranshu instinctively stepped in front of Amaya, shielding her from view, knowing she hadn't fully fixed her jeans.

Vikrant stopped in his tracks, eyeing the two suspiciously. "What are you both doing? You look... strange," he asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Amaya cast her gaze downward, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, unable to meet his eyes. Before she could say anything, Veeranshu stepped in, his voice calm and casual. "Nothing. We were just checking what's there for lunch."

Vikrant raised an eyebrow. "What? Lunch isn't ready yet? Where's Sameer? I'm starving. I should've eaten outside, but I thought I'd have lunch with you all," he grumbled, clearly annoyed. "This Sameer is really testing my patience today."

"Let it go," Veeranshu said, maintaining his composure. "Why don't we just order something instead?"

"Fine," Vikrant agreed with a sigh. "I'll do it myself." He turned his attention to Amaya, who was still standing silently behind Veeranshu. "Amaya, what are you doing over there?"

In a barely audible voice, Amaya replied, "Nothing."

Veeranshu quickly intervened, his tone firm but polite. "You go and take care of the order."

Satisfied, Vikrant nodded and left for the sofa, pulling out his phone to place the order. As he walked away, Veeranshu exhaled, glancing back at Amaya, who gave him a nervous look. The tension between them lingered, but for now, they were safe.

As Veeranshu turned toward Amaya, concern flickered in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.

Amaya didn't reply immediately. Instead, her face was flushed with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. Without warning, she stomped on Veeranshu's foot with such force that he let out an involuntary groan. "What are you doing?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with both surprise and amusement.

Amaya simply glared at him, her cheeks still red, and muttered, "Idiot," before pushing him aside and storming toward her room to change.

Veeranshu stood there, watching her retreating figure, an amused smile curling on his lips. He leaned against the counter, his gaze lingering on her.

Amaya stormed into her room, shutting the door behind her with a deep exhale. Her heart was still racing from what had just happened with Veeranshu. She leaned against the door for a moment, her hand pressing to her chest as if to steady herself.

Walking toward the wardrobe, she grabbed a fresh set of clothes and began changing. As she stood in front of the mirror, pulling on her shirt, her gaze lingered on her reflection. Her lips curled into an involuntary smile as she replayed the moment in the kitchen. The way Veeranshu had looked at her, his protective stance when Vikrant arrived, and that teasing smirk that always left her flustered.

She ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head at herself. "What's wrong with me?" she whispered, her cheeks flushing pink. Her thoughts wandered to how close they had been, how he made her feel-nervous yet safe, flustered yet... thrilled. It was new, unfamiliar, but she couldn't deny she liked it.