DESTINED WITH YOU

CHAPTER- 20

-Sneha's pov-

"Should I join you too?" My heart stopped. My ears were buzzing.

Did he just say what I think he said?

My cheeks instantly flared, a heat spreading through my entire body. My eyes widened, I must have looked like a startled rabbit.

Reyansh ji was looking at me, his own face tinged with red, as if he'd immediately regretted his words.
I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't speak. All the warmth, all the comfort from moments ago, vanished, replaced by an overwhelming wave of embarrassment.

My mind went blank, save for the echo of his shocking question.

I tried to pull myself up, my movements stiff and clumsy, anything to escape the unbearable intensity of his gaze and my own mortification.

I pulled away, my legs swinging off the bed. I couldn't face him, couldn't look into his eyes after that.

"He really wants to..?" I trailed off the mumbling which was barely audible to even me.

My cheeks were red and God knows why my heart was beating so fast as if it's in some marathon.

"I... I meant." I heard him stammer. "I meant if you needed anything. Like, I could get your clothes, or anything for your bath."

His words sounded so hollow, so fake.

Did he really think I was that naive?

That I didn't understand what he meant?

My cheeks burned even brighter.

I didn't bother replying. I just stood up, keeping my back to him, and practically ran to the bathroom.

The click of the door shutting felt like a lifeline, a barrier between me and the suffocating awkwardness he had created.

I leaned against the closed door, taking deep, shaky breaths.

My heart was still hammering against my ribs.

Reyansh ji... how could he?

I started the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me, hoping it would wash away the blush, the shock, and the confusion.

He had been so kind, so genuinely loving just moments before.

His hand on mine, his promise to let me go to college, his concern for my safety... it had all felt so real, so tender.

And then, he just had to ruin it with that flirting that uncalled-for suggestion.

Was that what he really thought of me?

Was all that sweetness just a prelude to something like that?

No, he clearly regretted it. He had blushed too.

But why say it at all? He knows I'm not comfortable like that yet.

Was he still the same Reyansh who used to do whatever he wanted without thinking of my feelings?