"Behind the mask of innocence lies a hunger for revenge, where power reigns supreme and secrets dictate the game."
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Ananya's light conceals dark shadows.
Secrets fester.
Revenge fuels.
Betrayal lingers.
Obsession rules.
What will Trayaksh do whe...
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"Put me down! I need to go home!" She protested, wriggling in his arms, her voice rising in frustration.
Trayaksh didn't even blink. Ignoring her struggles, he carried her with ease, crossing the room as if she weighed nothing. He settled down on the couch, effortlessly positioning her on his lap, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Ak—"
"Hush."
His arms caged her in—not forcefully, but securely. A quiet declaration that she wasn't going anywhere.
Her lips pressed into a pout.
Unbothered, Trayaksh picked up a jug of water from the coffee table and filled a glass. Then, pulling back slightly, his expression shifted to heartache as he wiped the moisture from her eyes with his thumbs, using the cuff of his sleeve to carefully dry her face. His hands moved to straighten her little tresses, carefully ensuring every strand fell perfectly into place.
"Don't cry anymore," His voice was achingly tender.
He smoothed back her stray tresses with a touch so gentle it felt like she will wither away if he applied a bit more pressure, as though she were something fragile and precious.
Ananya stilled.
Seeing him looking at her so gently always did this to her. It was the same every time—his tenderness disarmed her. She didn't know why, but whenever it came to him, she'd either completely lose her cool or start feeling like a little girl. It made her feel... small.
He was infuriating, arrogant, a walking headache on most days—but when he touched her like this, like she was something fragile and precious, she forgot how to be angry. There was something about the way he treated her that made her feel undeniably safe, even when he was being a grade-A jackass.
"Now that you've broken my heart," Trayaksh began, his tone shifting with an unmistakable tease, "shouldn't you compensate me?"
And just like that, all the tenderness went down the drain.
Ananya rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn't get stuck. There it was again. That word. Compensation. He never failed to bring it up at every opportunity.
"What compensation?" She asked, her voice dripping with exasperation.
"I want a kiss."
He said it with that infuriating smirk—the one she both hated and secretly loved.
