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The silence inside the car was deceptive, the kind that hums just before lightning cracks.
Vinayak bhaiya was driving while Ruvit sat beside him in the passenger seat.
I was still between my parents in the backseat.
Papa was staring out the window like he was ready to fight for his daughter.
It reminded me of my childhood days when he used to take my side against Bhaiya and Abhir.
Mum kept her hand gently on mine. Her thumb moved in slow, calming circles.
But her eyes were glued to the traffic lights like they’d start blinking headlines instead.
BREAKING NEWS:
WAR’S GRANDDAUGHTER ENGAGED TO HIS KILLER?
Intentional or not, the word killer echoed more than I could bear.
How could they say such things about my Ruvit?
Then suddenly I felt it.
That burn. That pull. That intensity.
My eyes lifted toward the rearview mirror, slow and instinctive.
And there he was.
Sitting like his eyes were not made of storms and sins and promises that shone brighter than any city lights outside.
They were looking back at me through the mirror.
Like he’d been waiting for me to meet his gaze.
Like he never wanted to look at something else other than me.
Our eyes locked in glass, in quiet, but the intensity in his stare?
It licked like fire.
My chest tightened, my throat went dry.
For a moment, it made me forget I was on my way to a battlefield.
He didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch.
His eyes dragged over mine like they knew things my mouth was too scared to say.
And for a split second, the air changed.
My skin flushed under the weight of it. My pulse kicked in places it shouldn’t be paying attention to right now.
That look wasn’t just I’ve got you.
It was I won’t keep quiet if they touched or disrespected you.
It was you’re mine, and they can scream all they want.
My breath caught.
I bit the inside of my cheek and quickly looked away, but I felt the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips. The silent victory of it.
Damn him.
Even now, with chaos around us, he knew how to unnerve me with just his eyes. How to make me comfortable.
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