𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭

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Zara Sa Jhoom Loon Main,
Arre Na Re Na Re Na,
Zara Sa Ghoom Loon Main,
Arre Na Re Na Re Na,
Aa Tujhe Choom Loon Main,
Arre Na Re Na Baba Na,
Main Chali Banke Hawa
Rabba Mere Mainu Bacha...

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[A/n : This chapter is totally unedited, so please bear with it 😭]
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Author's Pov

As the car rolled steadily along the side of the road, Akshita felt a tight knot coil low in her abdomen. She knew handling their presence after what just happened was never going to be easy. So, like always, she went with her ever-working solution. Pretend. Act nonchalant. As if nothing at all had transpired between them.

Because how could she blame him alone? Her pulse quickened at the thought. It was her contribution too. She could have told him to stop, could have stepped away the very moment his touch lingered too long. But no... she had stood there instead. Feet limp. Breath trapped. Her mind consumed wholly by him.

And that truth scared her more than anything.

It was never in the plan. To feel. To get attached.
Yet here they were, both guilty of breaking the very first, and perhaps the most sacred rule of their contract.

And so, in that fragile moment, they chose silence. They chose to bury the incident, brushing it off as if it were nothing more than a fleeting facade. Because admitting the truth meant facing a reality far too harsh, far too dangerous, for either of them to even acknowledge it.

Soon, the car rolled to a stop in front of a luxurious restaurant, its structure glowing under neon lights, glittering signs, and the faint thrum of music seeping out. At first glance, it looked less like a restaurant and more like a refined disco. Alive, dazzling, and magnetic.

"Let's go," Avyay said, stepping out. He walked around to her side, and before opening the door, extended his hand toward her, as the crackling tension between them softened, shifting slowly into something warmer, more comfortable.

Akshita, long having forgotten the recent happening, slipped her hand into his without a second thought.

She couldn't stay away from him now... not even for a day. Every hour apart felt like a year, like a knife carving deep through her chest. She knew, one day, she would have to leave, but the mere thought of walking away from him made her want to collapse, to cease existing altogether.

And it would be foolish of her to pretend otherwise... to tell herself there was nothing between them. Because there was. There always had been.

Akshita's hair cascaded over her shoulders gracefully, shielding her exposed skin, yet she could still feel the weight of countless eyes lingering on her. She was looking breathtaking tonight, and beauty always invited stares. But not everyone enjoyed the spotlight, she certainly didn't.

As they stepped inside, walking side by side, the soft hum of music and chatter wrapped around them, but Akshita's senses were caught elsewhere. She could feel their gazes. Dozens of them.

It prickled against her skin, until her palm grew clammy and her composure wavered under the sudden hit of self-consciousness.

"Good evening, Sir... ma'am," a young man greeted, his professional smile polished. Avyay's eyes flicked to him and instantly caught the way his gaze lingered on Akshita. She, oblivious, stood silently, unaware of the attention she drew.