Beneath The Storm (Completed)

Chapter-67: When Love Feels Wrong

Warning: Hold your Heart. This chapter might be causing your heartbeat quicken

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The soft glow of the evening lights cast a warm hue across the living room as Atharv scrolled through his phone, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration.

The air carried the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea, mingling with the quiet hum of the clock ticking away.

Inaara walked in, balancing two cups of tea in her hands.

She settled beside him on the couch, tucking her legs comfortably beneath her, and extended a cup toward him.

Atharv looked up, momentarily surprised, before a small, genuine smile curved his lips.

Taking the cup from her, he murmured, "Thank you."

They sipped in companionable silence, the warmth of the tea spreading through them.

Just then, Nisha, the head of the household staff, entered the room, followed by a few helpers carrying several neatly wrapped boxes.

Inaara's brows knitted together in curiosity.

"What's all this, Nisha?" she asked, setting her cup on the table.

Nisha folded her hands respectfully. "These are gifts, madam, sent by those who couldn't attend the party."

Atharv barely looked up as he instructed, "Keep them in the guest room."

Nisha nodded, gesturing for the helpers to follow as they disappeared down the hallway.

As the room fell silent again, a thought sparked in Inaara's mind.

Her lips curled into a small, mischievous smile as she turned toward Atharv, shifting to face him completely, one leg folded over the other.

"Atharv?" she called softly.

His focus shifted entirely to her, his dark eyes attentive.

Inaara hesitated for a brief second before speaking.

"You closed a huge deal, threw a lavish party, and even rewarded your employees by raising their salaries. But..."

She paused, tilting her head slightly. "As someone special to you, I think I deserve a special treat too."

Atharv stilled, his grip tightening slightly around the cup.

His gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, he said nothing.

Then, his eyes lit up with an unmistakable glimmer of excitement.

"Yes, Inaara," he said immediately, his voice firm with eagerness.

"Anything you want. Just tell me."

There was no hesitation in his tone, only unfiltered happiness.

It wasn't about the request-it was about the fact that for the first time, Inaara had asked him for something.