His Uncommitted Sin

Love, Anger & Pink-Bow

Author's POV: 

As the hours ticked by, Kanvi poured her heart out to Vihaan, telling him every detail of her terrifying trauma. She cried uncontrollably in his arms, her body shaking with sobs as she relived the memories.

Vihaan held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her, as he listened to her words. His eyes filled with compassion and empathy, but deep down, a different emotion stirred. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that he had staged the entire event to bring them closer.

Kanvi's trembling grew more intense as she recalled the moments of sheer terror. Vihaan's grip on her tightened, his fingers digging gently into her skin. "I'll kill them," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "I'll make sure they pay for what they did to you."

But little did Kanvi know, Vihaan's words were laced with deceit. He had planned every detail, every touch, every moment, to bring them to this point. He had manipulated events to make her feel vulnerable, to make her seek comfort in his arms.

As Kanvi's tears slowly subsided, Vihaan's mind wandered back to the moments he had shared with her. Every touch, whisper, and glance had been carefully calculated to draw her in. He had concealed his scent with hers, just as he had planned, making her feel safe with him.

But as he looked into Kanvi's tear-stained face, Vihaan's heart twisted with guilt. He had heard her screams, her pleas for help, and it had broken him. For a moment, his carefully constructed facade had crumbled, and he had felt a genuine connection with her.

As the hours passed, Kanvi's eyelids finally grew heavy, and she succumbed to the warmth and comfort Vihaan provided. Her anger and resentment, though still simmering beneath the surface, melted away for the moment, replaced by a deep exhaustion.

Vihaan, sensing her relaxation, played his little tricks to help her drift off to sleep. He softly stroked her hair, his fingers gentle against her scalp. He whispered soothing words in her ear, his voice a low, rumbling hum that vibrated through her entire body.

And then, she slept.

Kanvi's body relaxed, her muscles releasing their tension as she snuggled deeper into Vihaan's chest. Her breathing slowed, her chest rising and falling with a peaceful rhythm.

Vihaan smiled to himself, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. This was what he wanted, to see Kanvi peaceful, to feel her trust him enough to sleep in his arms.

But as he gazed down at Kanvi's serene face, Vihaan's thoughts turned to the bruises that marred his own skin when he fell off the bike. Yet, as he felt Kanvi's skin against his, something inside him shifted. 

Vihaan's eyes drifted shut, his own exhaustion catching up with him. He knew that he still had a long way to go and that he still had to confront the demons of his past.

But for now, in this moment, he just wanted to hold Kanvi close, to feel her warmth and her trust. He wanted to show her the softer version of himself, the version that cared for her, that wanted to protect her.

And as he drifted off to sleep, Vihaan knew that he would do whatever it took to keep Kanvi safe, to send the Satan that had caused the rampage this past year back to the depths of hell.

As Kanvi slowly opened her eyes, she felt a warm presence snuggled close to her neck. Vihaan's face was buried in the crook of her shoulder, his breath whispering against her skin. Heat crept up her cheeks as she realized how close they were, sharing the same air.

Kanvi's gaze drifted over Vihaan's face, taking in the sharp angles and chiselled features. The sutures on his forehead stood out, a stark reminder of the violence he and Vidharth had endured. Yet, paradoxically, they added to his allure, like a mark of the evil eye that only made him more captivating.