Meant to be yours

Reception -II

Anamika stands near the bar, surrounded by a small group. One woman—tall, confident, overly familiar—leans in a little too close, tucking her hair behind her ear and laughing at everything Anamika says. She touches Anamika’s wrist lightly, flirtatiously.

Across the room, Ishika watches it in silence. Her jaw tightens. Her hand curls into a fist at her side. Anamika remains unfazed as she doesn't care what the woman is doing.

Someone tries to talk to Ishika but she doesn’t even hear them. Her entire focus is on that woman and the way Anamika smiles, tilts her head, sips her drink, oblivious. This wife of mine is really something. Smiling like that.

Ishika’s eyes flicker with something sharp. Dark. Protective. Possessive.

Her wife was like a flame, and people always got too close even if it burns them. But Ishika had scorched for her. Bled for her. And watching someone else try to play with fire?

It made her burn with jealousy. After their fight , Anamika completely isolated herself from her. Ishika still report to her about her whereabouts but never got any response. The message was just read.

" What are you staring at? " Payal came to her. But still, she doesn't move. She doesn't speak. She just stands there, watching them like a hawk.
" Hello" Payal snapped her out of her thoughts.
" So, tell me what happened " Payal asked as Ishika still looks at that proximity of that woman with Anamika.

Watching like a predator.

Ready to attack.
" Nothing Payu. Congrats . I am happy for you. " Ishika hugged her as she took a flute of alcohol.
" Ishu, don't drink this. Anu will not like it. " Payal tried to snatch the drink from her.
" She doesn't control my life. I am free to do whatever I want. " Ishika said as she took the sip. Little did she knew, that drink was drugged with aphrodisiac drug.
" We will talk about this some other time. Tonight is about you. Go and enjoy. Hey Riya, take your wife " Ishika pushed Payal towards Riya who came looking for her.
" Is she fine? " Riya murmurs to Payal. Payal looks at Ishika sadly and nodded.
" Guys, I am fine. Really. Go and have fun. I promise you that we will talk about it some other time. " Ishika patted their shoulder and walked towards her wife.

The woman laughs.

Anamika doesn’t flinch. She smiles and moves a bit, charming, like always. She’s used to attention.

But Ishika isn’t used to this. Not this kind of attention.

Her nails dig into the glass in her hand. She hasn't taken a sip in ten minutes.

Her eyes don’t leave them. She is now close to them. She watches every movement—every lingering glance, every subtle touch that isn’t an accident. She sees the way Anamika moves a bit.

Ishika’s chest tightens. A pulse of something raw coils in her throat.
Jealousy isn’t even the right word.
It’s darker. Territorial.

Anamika finally looks up—just a second—and their eyes meet.

Ishika doesn't look away.

She doesn’t have to.

Her eyes say everything.

You’re mine.

And Anamika who knows every version of Ishika, feels it in her spine. Ishi is not in her senses. The smile she was wearing?
It falters.
Anamika tears her gaze away, back to the woman beside her, but the air feels different now—heavier.

Ishika is still looking at her while having a drink again. Ishika tried to talk with her ever since they arrived at the party. But Anamika didn't even bother to give her the glance. Anamika still angry with her. Ishika has never felt helpless like that in her whole life.