TANGLED WITH YOU ✓ [COMPLETED]

58|●You are stuck with me forever

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"Ummhmm... Vansh, let me sleep," I murmured, my voice muffled as I buried my face deeper into the pillow. His fingers trailed lazily over my skin, teasing, tickling, coaxing me awake. It had been l

ike this for the past twenty minutes—his arm snug around my waist, holding me close, as if afraid to let go.

Three days since the chaos settled. The memories were still vivid—the kidnapping, the fight, the gunshots. A chill ran through me as the images flashed in my mind. The sheer horror of what could have happened terrified me. Yet here, in his arms, I felt calm, anchored. His steady embrace was a silent reminder that I was safe, that I was home, and that there was no need to worry anymore.

We hadn’t returned to his family’s house since I’d come back. We were staying at the penthouse—just the two of us. It was his way of giving me space, of protecting me from the weight of questions and concerns. No one at home knew what had transpired over the past week, and I intended to keep it that way. I couldn’t bear to see their faces filled with worry or pity.

And my father... I hadn’t seen him since everything unfolded. I didn’t want to. I couldn’t. The betrayal, the lies—there was no room for forgiveness. Not now. Maybe not ever.

"Stop thinking," Vansh murmured, breaking through my spiral of thoughts. His voice was soft but commanding, as if he could read the turmoil in my mind.

"I’m not," I whispered back, though we both knew it was a lie.

His hold tightened slightly, his lips brushing against my temple. "You don’t have to carry it all, Avni. Not alone. Not anymore."

I closed my eyes, allowing his words to wash over me. He had a way of making everything feel lighter, as if he could absorb all the pain, all the fear, with a simple touch.

For now, I didn’t want to think about the past—the betrayal, the violence, or the haunting memories that would surely resurface later. In this moment, all I wanted was peace. Just a few stolen moments with him, away from the chaos, where nothing else mattered except the warmth of his embrace.

I turned in his arms, burying my face against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a sound I’d longed for during those endless hours of captivity. It anchored me, reminding me that I was finally home. "Stay like this, Vansh," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Just hold me a little longer."

His arms tightened around me, as though he was afraid to let go. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering as though to reassure himself that I was real. "For as long as you want, my love," he murmured, his voice a mixture of relief and raw emotion. "Always."

I closed my eyes, soaking in the comfort of his presence, before a question tugged at the edges of my mind. I tilted my head up slightly, my voice hesitant. "How were you holding up... when I wasn’t here?"