"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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The amusement in his eyes vanished like a snuffed-out candle, replaced by something far more feral.
"Say that again." His voice was deceptively soft.
Ananya bit back a smirk. Oh, that struck a nerve.
She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "What? About Saket?"
His fingers twitched.
She continued, watching the storm build in his gaze. "I mean, if testing feelings is such a normal thing for you, why shouldn't I—"
"Anya."
Just her name. No threats. No raised voice. Just a deep, warning growl that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
Her smirk widened. "Oh? Now you don't like it?"
His eyes burned into her, something unreadable flashing across his face before he finally released her hand and leaned back against the couch.
"Do whatever you want," he clipped dismissively.
Ananya blinked. That was... unexpected.
He turned his face away, running his fingers over his jaw, exhaling sharply like he was trying to keep his emotions in check. But that tension in his shoulders? The way his leg bounced slightly, fingers tapping against his knee?
He was fucking boiling inside.
Ananya crossed her arms, leaning closer. "Oh? So you don't care?"
Silence.
Her lips twitched. Is he... sulking?
This was worse than an outburst. Worse than him throwing something in anger. He was holding it in, letting it eat him alive.
She rested her elbow on his shoulder, chin in her palm.
"Mujhe toh laga tha..." She trailed off, tracing the bracelet on his wrist that she put on him. "You'd burn the world down for me. But I guess, Saket—"
(I thought...)
Trayaksh's hand shot out, gripping her chin firmly, tilting her face up to his.
His eyes? Unforgiving.
"Don't. Push. Me."
Ananya's pulse spiked, but she only leaned into his touch more, batting her lashes. "Why not? Afraid you won't like what happens?"
