☆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...
Something cheesy is ahead, so consider yourself warned. 16+ content included. I won’t tell you to skip, because let’s be honest, you won’t.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆.
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Vyaan:
I quicken my pace, the distance between us closing as I watch her walk further away, her back stiff with unresolved anger. “Driti,” I call again, desperation creeping into my voice. “Don’t shut me out. We need to talk about this.”
But she ignores me, her footsteps echoing in the tense silence of the room. I can feel the frustration boiling over, and without thinking, I reach out and grab her arm, pinning her against the wall.
“Enough!” I say, my voice low and fierce, holding her gaze steady. “We can’t keep doing this.I refuse to let you walk away without at least hearing me out.”
Her breath hitches as our eyes lock, and for a moment, the world around us fades. The heat between us is palpable, a mix of anger and something else I can’t quite name.
“Let me go!” she snaps, struggling against my grip, but I hold firm, refusing to back down.
“No,” I say, my voice softer now but still intense. “Not until you listen. I can’t lose you again, Driti. I can’t let you walk away like this again and again.”
Her expression shifts, fury mixing with vulnerability, and I can see the conflict tearing her apart. “You don’t understand what you’re asking,” she says, her voice trembling slightly.
“Help me understand, then,” I urge, searching her eyes for any sign of the connection we used to share. “I need you to trust me—just this once.”
The air between us crackles with tension, a fragile line that could snap at any moment, and I can only hope she chooses to meet me halfway.
Before she can respond, before the anger can spill out and create more distance between us, I crush my mouth against hers, shutting down the whirlwind of words that threaten to break the moment.
It’s a reckless move, one I should have made in the first place, but now feels like the only way to bridge the chasm between us. The kiss is fierce, desperate, and I pour everything into it—the frustration, the longing, the need to make her understand.
but instead of reciprocating, she pushes me away with a force I didn’t see coming.
“Don’t!” she snaps, her voice laced with fury as her palm connects sharply with my cheek. The sting of her slap radiates through me, and I stumble back, shock flooding my senses.
For a moment, I’m frozen, the taste of her still lingering on my lips, and yet the reality of her rejection hits me harder than I expected. “Driti—” I begin, but she cuts me off, her eyes blazing with hurt and anger.
