Twin Inferno

36.intoxicated confession

Siya’s POV

The next morning, the tension from last night lingered in the air like a storm that had yet to pass. Ehaan had barely spoken since the fight, his eyes dark and unreadable. We’d gone back to the hotel after I’d patched him up, and though I’d tried to sleep, the image of him bleeding and furious kept playing in my head.

I had seen him angry before, but never like that. And the way he’d looked at me afterward... like I was more than just some pawn in his revenge plan.

By noon, Ehaan still hadn’t come out of the room. I sat on the balcony, sipping my coffee and watching the Italian streets below. The sun was shining, the world looked bright and alive, but inside, there was only tension.

I heard the sound of a bottle clinking and turned around, my eyes widening at the sight of him. Ehaan stood in the doorway, shirtless, his hair tousled and eyes a little too hazy for the time of day. He had a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and I could tell by the way he moved that he had already been drinking.

"You’re drinking this early?" I asked, unable to hide the concern in my voice.

He shrugged, taking a slow sip. "It’s not early anymore," he muttered, leaning against the doorframe. "Besides, I needed something to take the edge off."

I frowned. The edge off what? The fight? The anger that never seemed to leave him? Or maybe it was something else, something darker that I hadn’t seen before.

I stood up from my chair, crossing my arms. "You’re going to drink yourself into a stupor."

Ehaan’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, and for a moment, I saw something sharp flash in them, but then it was gone, replaced by that same haunted look he’d worn all morning. He smirked, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Worried about me, Siya?"

I didn’t answer right away. I didn’t know how to. Was I worried? Or was I just trying to protect myself from whatever storm was brewing inside him? Because the truth was, I didn’t know how to handle this side of him. The dark, unpredictable side that had emerged last night in that alley.

"Why did you start that fight?" I finally asked, my voice quieter now, more unsure.

He chuckled bitterly, taking another swig from the bottle. "Why? Because they were looking at you like they owned you. Like they could say whatever they wanted, and I wasn’t going to do a damn thing about it."

I felt a chill crawl up my spine, my heart beating faster at the intensity in his words. There it was again—that possessiveness, that dark need to control. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I didn’t know how to feel about it.

"They were strangers, Ehaan," I whispered. "It wasn’t worth getting hurt over."

His eyes darkened, and in one swift movement, he crossed the room, grabbing my wrist, pulling me toward him. I gasped as his body pressed against mine, his grip firm but not painful. His breath smelled of whiskey, warm and intoxicating as it ghosted over my skin.

"You think I care about getting hurt?" he rasped, his voice low, dangerous. "I don’t give a damn about myself, Siya. But you..." His hand tightened around my wrist, his eyes burning into mine. "No one gets to touch you. No one gets to even look at you like that."

My pulse raced, the heat between us rising as his words wrapped around me like a vice. The air was thick with tension, with something darker, something more primal. My body reacted instinctively, betraying the logical part of my mind that screamed at me to pull away, to run.

But I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

"Ehaan..." I started, my voice shaky, unsure of where this was going. His grip loosened, but he didn’t let go, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against my skin.

"You don’t understand, do you?" he whispered, leaning closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "I’ve never cared about anyone before. Not like this."

The confession hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. My heart pounded, and I felt myself trembling, not from fear, but from something far more dangerous. His words sent a shiver through me, his breath hot against my neck.

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice, but it was lost somewhere between the desire and confusion swirling inside me. "You’re drunk, Ehaan," I said softly, more to remind myself than him.

He chuckled darkly, his lips barely grazing my skin as he spoke. "Maybe. But that doesn’t change anything."

He pulled back slightly, his face inches from mine, his eyes searching mine with a kind of desperation I hadn’t seen before. There was something broken in him, something that craved control, that needed to own everything around him—including me.

His hand slid up my arm, fingers brushing against my neck, sending a jolt of electricity through me. "Tell me to stop," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Tell me to walk away, Siya, and I will."

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. I knew I should tell him to stop, that this was a line we couldn’t cross. But the fire in his eyes, the way his touch ignited something deep inside me, made it impossible to push him away.

Instead, I stood there, frozen, my body betraying me as it leaned into his touch.

"That’s what I thought," he murmured, his lips finally crashing down on mine.

The kiss was rough, desperate, and full of the same intensity that had fueled him last night. It wasn’t soft or tender—this was raw, primal. I could taste the whiskey on his lips, feel the heat of his body as he pressed me back against the wall. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and I felt a surge of something I couldn’t quite name—a need, a want that matched his.

Ehaan’s hands roamed over my body, his grip firm but never too much. It was like he was claiming me, marking me as his. And God help me, I let him. Every rational thought disappeared, swallowed by the darkness between us.

He pulled away just long enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against mine. His eyes were wild, filled with something darker than I’d ever seen in him before. "You’re mine, Siya," he growled, his voice rough, possessive. "And no one else gets to have you."

For the first time, I didn’t argue.But he was drunk i don't know how will he react to this