☆Clash of Souls: Reunited Book one of Twisted Souls series ☆( part-1)
This book is divided into two parts
And this one is part -1
𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐓 × 𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀
What if childhood friends, now bitter rivals, are forced into an arranged...
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Vyaan:
I’ve been staring at her for the past hour, but I can’t bring myself to say it. But finally after a lot of hesitation I told her That I’ll be taking her away. Away from everything she’s clung to for so long—her family, her city, her damn peace.
My chest tightens as I watch her pace the Hall, her every move filled with frustration and that raw edge of anger she barely holds back around me. It’s...almost cute. But I can’t let that softness slip in. Not now.
Mumbai feels like another lifetime. The night I stayed there, away from her, was supposed to clear my head, give me some clarity. But the second I boarded the plane back to Jaipur, the storm in me brewed fiercer. And it's took one week for me to tell her that we won't here for any long.
She hasn’t stopped since I walked through that door. Not even for a second. Her words lash out at me like they have claws, digging in, leaving marks. But it’s not just her words. It’s the way her body moves, the fire in her eyes that ignites every time I get too close.
I lean against the wall, crossing my arms as she throws me another venomous glare, her voice sharp with fury.
“You think you can just make decisions without even talking to me?” she snaps, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “I’m not one of your pawns, Vyaan. You can’t control everything.”
I almost smirk, but I stop myself. Control. If only she knew how much of it I’ve lost around her.
But this is a move I have to make. It’s for both of us—whether she sees it now or not. So I let her rage, let her pour it all out, because in the end, it won’t matter.
I’ve already made my decision.
I’m doing this for her. Even if she won’t understand. Not now, maybe not ever, but I’ll make sure she’s safe. Away from here. From everything that ties her down.
Her pacing doesn’t stop, the tension between us crackling like a live wire. I can practically see the wheels turning in her mind, trying to find a way to fight me on this. She thinks she’s going to win.
She won’t.
I need to convince her. If I can’t…
My jaw tightens, a slow, dark resolve creeping in.
Then I’ll have to do it my way.
I push off the wall, stepping closer, invading her space just enough to remind her who holds the cards. She stops pacing, those furious eyes locking onto mine, but I don’t flinch.
“Understand this,” my voice is low, deliberate, each word heavy with the weight of the decision she has no idea I’ve already made. “You don’t have a choice in this. I’m taking you to Mumbai. And whether you agree or not doesn’t change a damn thing.”
