OUR OBSESSIONS - FATE of LOVE

Chapter 14

AUTHOR POV

Esha paused in the doorway after closing the doors behind, her body tense, her arms instinctively folding across her chest as if to shield herself from the intimacy she feared was close at hand. 

Her face remained impassive, a fortress built from years of keeping emotions at bay, but beneath her steely exterior, her heart pounded with a quiet intensity. 

She broke the silence, her voice a sharp, measured edge. 

"I thought I'd already answered your unspoken questions. Honestly, I'm surprised you're still here."

Dhruv didn't react with surprise or discomfort, though there was a subtle shift in his demeanour as he rose from the couch. 

His movement was fluid, almost predatory, as if every inch of him was designed to captivate. He adjusted his sleeves, the muscles of his forearms rippling beneath his skin, veins tracing the path of power. 

Each step he took toward her was slow, deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. His voice, when it came, was low and teasing, wrapped in a husky undertone that sent a shiver down Esha's spine. "Are you that eager to get rid of me, Sapphire?"

The use of that nickname sent a flash of irritation through Esha, a sharp flare of heat beneath her skin. "Don't call me that," she snapped, instinctively retreating as he drew closer. 

Her heart raced, a thundering drumbeat in her chest, the space between them evaporating with every step he took.

Dhruv, however, wasn't backing down. His smile grew wider, though his tone softened, becoming almost a whisper, a deliberate purr. "Okay, little firefly." His voice was warm, and raspy, sending a heat that seemed to rise in the very air around them. 

(🍁 - Ahhhhhh.... Firefly. I'm screaming)

With every step he took toward her, she felt her breath quicken, her pulse racing, as though she were on the edge of something she couldn't quite grasp. 

Her back hit the wall before she knew it, and in the blink of an eye, Dhruv was standing so close, his body a mere breath away.

His forearm came to rest above her head, trapping her between him and the wall. The world around her seemed to collapse into a dizzying blur as he leaned in. 

Their faces were mere centimetres apart, his breath warm against her skin, his presence overwhelming. 

The emotions—so sharp and unbidden—curled in her chest, and the tumultuous mix of exhaustion and vulnerability, exacerbated by the rawness of her period, left her speechless. 

She again opened her mouth to speak, to tell him to stop, to push him away, but the words wouldn't come instead it triggered something she didn't want to.

Dhruv's voice was a soft taunt, his lips barely moving. "Cat got your tongue, little firefly?" The words wrapped around her like a silk thread, light and teasing, but the effect was anything but gentle. 

It was as though every syllable reverberated through her body, sending a fluttering chaos to her stomach.

She swallowed, hard.

But apart from his words his actions of cornering her, making her realise she can't back down from the situation, aroused something in her – now deeply, something he isn't aware of.

"Please... don't," she whispered, the tremor in her voice betraying the fear she couldn't hide. Her eyes fluttered closed as if wishing the moment away.

Dhruv froze, the sound of her plea slamming into him like a wave of ice-cold water. His heart stuttered. "Firefly? What—" His voice faltered as he took in the sight of her, shivering and trembling so violently that her frame seemed to shudder with each breath.