The Veiled Hearts

🌹Lingerie Chronicles 🔪

Vanya stood at the doorway of the bathroom, her fingers gripping the edge of the plush bathrobe draped over her. The fabric, while modest, barely concealed the sultry lingerie beneath—a daring selection by Avni meant to spark a fire. Her heart raced erratically. She let out a shaky sigh, willing her courage to steady her trembling frame as she took a step forward.

But she hesitated. Stopping mid-way, she bit her lip and muttered under her breath, "Even if I walk up to him, what am I supposed to say? 'Let’s play honeymoon, honeymoon'? He’d probably grab his car keys and drive me straight to a psychiatrist. Think, Vanya, think. Lingerie alone won’t do the job... I need a plan."

Her gaze darted around the room, desperation fueling her thoughts until her eyes landed on the cream tube lying on the bedside table. Aarav had given it to her this morning, claiming it would lighten her bullet scar. An idea struck her, and with renewed determination, she grabbed the tube and marched toward Yash.

Yash, oblivious to her approach, typed away, his focus unbroken until a hand suddenly thrust itself between him and his laptop. Startled, he leaned back, rubbing his temples before looking up. "What now, Vanya?" he asked, his voice tinged with anger and frustration.

Without missing a beat, she tossed the tube onto the beside him and sat onto his lap, her movements deliberate. "Apply it," she demanded, her voice low and breathy. "Aarav said it will help minimize the scar."

Before Yash could process her words, Vanya loosened the robe and shrugged it off, letting it pool around her waist. Her bra got unhooked by her slipped off her shoulders, baring her back to him. The boldness of her actions left Yash momentarily stunned. Recovering quickly, he picked up the tube and pressed it into her hand. "I’m busy," he said curtly, his tone clipped. "Go to someone else."

Feigning indifference, Vanya began to rise, her tone dripping with mock annoyance. "Fine. I’ll go to Maa’s room like this. I can’t be bothered to change again."

Yash’s reflexes were faster than her wit. His left hand darted out, gripping her waist and pulling her back onto his lap. The movement brought his lips close enough to graze her bare shoulder, and he exhaled, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I know what you’re trying to do."