Tangled Ties

My Soul

As soon as Avyansh realized that his act was winning hearts, he smirked mischievously at Siya. That smirk was enough to reignite her determination. "Abhi aapko sabak sikhana hi padega, Mr. Singhania!" she muttered, and marched toward him again.

Avyansh's eyes widened. He didn't wait for her to catch up—he bolted, this time straight toward their bedroom. Siya followed immediately, shouting, "Rukiye! Aapko chhodungi nahi!"

Inside the bedroom, Avyansh quickly shut the door, but Siya managed to push it open with force. She stormed inside, ready to scold him.

"Avyansh!" she growled.

But before she could take another step, he grabbed her wrist and with one swift move, pulled her inside. The door shut behind them.

"Avyansh, yeh kya—"

She didn't finish. In the next second, her back was pressed lightly against the door, and Avyansh's tall frame hovered close. His mischievous eyes softened as he looked at her, really looked at her.

The room suddenly went silent, except for their uneven breaths.

"Siya..." he whispered, his voice low but full of warmth. "Tumpe gussa bohot cute lagta hai."

Siya's heartbeat quickened. "Aap—apne nautanki band kijiye." She tried to push him, but her strength faltered. His nearness did something to her, something she couldn't name but always felt.

Avyansh chuckled, bending a little, his face dangerously close to hers. "Arre aise kaise? Abhi to maine start kiya hai."

Siya rolled her eyes "Ho gaya? Ban gaye saste Tiger Shroff?"

"Arre Tiger kya tum kaho to billi bhi ban jaun? Meow."

Her cheeks flushed as she controled her laugh at his antics. She turned her face away, but he gently cupped her chin and made her look at him. Their eyes locked—his playful, hers shy but firm.

"Ab bhaagna band kijiye." she murmured softly.

"Main toh tumse bhaag hi nahi raha, Siya....." he replied, his voice carrying a weight that touched her soul. "Main toh tumhari taraf hi daudta hoon... hamesha."

Their banter faded into a delicate silence, one that carried a thousand unsaid emotions. Avyansh leaned in, brushing away a strand of hair from her face. His fingers trailed down, resting lightly on her waist. He intended only a soft embrace, but the moment his hand settled there, something inside him shifted.

Beneath the warmth of her skin, he felt it—the faint, uneven ridge of a scar. A bullet mark.

His breath hitched. The playfulness in his eyes vanished, replaced by something darker, heavier. His hand stilled on her waist, trembling slightly.

Siya froze, sensing the change in him. "Avyansh...?" she whispered.

But he wasn't listening. His gaze had dropped to where his hand rested. Slowly, almost mechanically, he pulled back. His fingers lingered over the scar as if they could erase it, as if they could undo what had already been done.

And then, to her shock, Avyansh sank to his knees before her.

"Avyansh, what are you—" she tried to pull him up, but he shook his head, eyes glistening.

"Why?" His voice cracked. "Siya, why did you take that bullet for me that day?"

The question cut through the silence of the room like a knife. His face was etched with pain, with guilt so raw it made her chest tighten.

Flashback

The gunshot rang out, echoing like thunder in the Singhania mansion. For a heartbeat, time froze. Everyone's eyes widened in horror as the bullet left Renu's gun—straight towards Avyansh.