#Book 1 of HIS Series
Started On : August 2024
Completed On : [ONGOING]
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"When scars run deep, can love heal?
Meet two broken souls, hiding their agony behind masked smiles.
She has suffered unimaginable pain at the hands of someone she trusted.
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"What if I say I have a crush on you?"
The words didn't just float. They slammed into the air around us, loud despite being softly spoken. Loud because of what they meant. Loud because everything stilled the second they left his mouth.
He looked at me like he'd been holding that in for far too long.
Like he couldn't carry it another second.
And in that second, something shifted.
His eyes—burning and bold—held mine without flinching. Not even a blink. That look in his eyes? It was desire. Raw and unfiltered.
And I knew.
Because mine mirrored the same.
We weren't saying anything else. Just staring. Eyes locked. As if speaking more would ruin the sacredness of this tension curling between us.
"If you say you have a crush on me..." he said, his voice dropping lower, rough around the edges, "...then I would've kissed you. Hard. Because believe me, I've been controlling myself ever since I started liking you."
"Liking me?" I repeated, my voice an accidental whisper.
And then... boom.
Those goddamn butterflies. Scratch that—full-on zoo inside me.
I swear to God, if they don't stop fluttering soon, I'll end them with Harpic and go viral as the girl who killed butterflies with toilet cleaner.
He didn't flinch. Didn't smile. Just nodded, sincere as ever.
"Yes, Vanshika. Before the wedding even happened."
Just like that, my gaze dropped.
Straight to his lips.
Full. Pink. Inviting. Tempting.
And now I couldn't look away. My mind was doing cartwheels while my heart was planning its own funeral.
Craving hit me like a train.
How the hell was I supposed to ignore him now? Hate him? Impossible. That ship had clearly drowned somewhere between his confession and my mental collapse.
He noticed my gaze, of course he did. Aryan misses nothing.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked softly, a teasing edge to his words like he already knew the answer.
My throat dried up. I nodded, but it felt too weak.
"Words, Vanshika," he said.
My voice betrayed me again, trembling as I tried to speak. "Yes, you—"
