Have you ever thought what happens when the only daughter of a business tycoon gets cheated on the wedding day and is compelled to marry some other boy. This is the story of 3 Oberoi brothers and their unique love stories in which 3 brothers will fa...
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Siyansh watches Aisha from the shadows, his heartbeat syncing with every one of her movements. The hunt has begun—and this time, he won’t let her slip away.
Siyansh’s eyes had been locked onto her for what felt like an eternity. Every glance, every subtle movement she made drew him in deeper, his patience hanging by a thread. He had been yearning to talk to her, to feel her presence up close, but circumstances forced him to wait—for the perfect moment.
His fingers twitched at his sides as he watched Aisha rise from her seat and head towards the washroom. Alone.
This was it.
Without a second thought, he stood up, his steps silent yet purposeful as he followed her. Keeping his distance, his heart pounded against his ribs as he watched her disappear inside.
Now, all he had to do was wait.
Leaning against the wall, his jaw clenched with anticipation, Siyansh ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself. But every second felt like an eternity. The ache of wanting to see her, to touch her, burned inside him like a fever.
The moment the door creaked open, and Aisha stepped out, he moved.
Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist, his grip firm yet urgent. Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could speak, he pulled her into the nearest empty room, locking the door behind them.
And then, without hesitation, he turned to her—his breath ragged, his eyes wild with an emotion he could no longer suppress.
Her heartbeat raced as she turned to face her captor, but before a single word could escape her lips, Siyansh pressed a hand gently over her mouth. His dark, intense eyes burned into hers, filled with a longing he could no longer contain.
"Aisha..." he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. The desperation, the need—it was all there, laid bare in his gaze.
She barely had time to process before he pulled her into his arms, holding her like she was the only thing keeping him breathing. His warmth, his scent—everything about him sent shivers down her spine.
Her pulse thundered as she looked up at him, her resolve crumbling. The distance, the stolen glances, the unsaid words—it all melted away as he leaned in, his lips just inches from hers…
Siyansh held Aisha tightly against his chest, as if letting go would mean losing her all over again. His grip trembled, his breath uneven, his heart pounding against hers.
"Where did you go, Aisha?" he whispered, his voice laced with raw desperation. "That night… after everything… I searched for you everywhere. I called, I waited, but you—" His voice broke as he buried his face in her hair. "You just disappeared."
Aisha stood frozen in his arms, her hands clenched at her sides. She had prepared herself for this moment, but now, trapped in his warmth, in the longing in his voice, she found it hard to breathe.
