Twisted Scars (Ongoing)

30. jealousy?

Itha's POV

I stood rooted.
Reyansh cut the call and turned to me. He smiled before coming towards me. "When did you come here? Did I make you wait too long?" he asked.

Nothing came out of my mouth. My mind was screaming only one name "Kiara" Who is she? I really wanted to know. Baby? Did he just call her "baby"?I scoff. God, not now, please not when I've just fallen for him. But then again... why would he want me to stay with him if he already had a girlfriend? What am I even thinking ganapathi bappaaa???Am I feeling jealous or hurt? Maybe both.

"Kiara?" I whispered.

"Huh?" Reyansh frowned at the mention of the name.

"Kiara. Who is she?" I asked gritting my teeth.

He studied me for a moment before bursting out laughing. "Are you... by any chance jealous?" he asked, smirking.

This is not the time, Reyansh...

"Who is she, Mr. Reyansh Kapoor?" I pressed emphasizing each word.

He stepped closer too close, leaving barely any space for air to pass between us. I lifted my head to look at him and he bent down to my level, whispering in my ear

"She's like my daughter. I found her and Veena aunty in front of my company in India one day, brought them home, and from that day on I have seen Kiara as my own daughter."

He finished, his lips brushing my earlobe. He inhaled the scent of my hair before pulling back and slipping both hands into his pocket. his gaze never wavering for even a moment.

I looked at him and all I could manage was "Ohh..." That was the only word that escaped my mouth and before I could say sorry I heard him

"I know you're an overthinker. But don't tell me... you thought she was my girlfriend?" he asked, raising a brow.

I laughed awkwardly "Oh, come on, Ansh... why would I think that?" I said avoiding his eyes.

"I knew it." He smirked, reaching for my hand. "You really thought she was my girlfriend, didn't you?"

I swallowed hard his eyes were hypnotizing.

"Yeah," I admitted truthfully. I didn't know why, but hiding anything from him felt impossible. With him, my rawest side came out naturally.

"Were you jealous, by any chance?" he asked, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

"Yess," I confessed, my heart beating a little faster.

He smiled, and his dimples appeared. I swear, I could get lost in those dimples forever. And I love it so muchhh.

"Why?" he asked, leaning closer. his face so close to mine that if either of us moved even a little bit, we might end up kissing.

"I... I"

"You what, little kitten?" he teased, his voice low and playful.

"I... d-don't know," I stammered.

"You don't know?" he whispered in my ear, inhaling the scent of my hair again.

I closed my eyes, unable to handle this much proximity. He makes my heart beat like crazy. He fucks with my brain whenever he's close, until it remembers nothing but him. My heart and mind scream only one name Reyansh. Reyansh Kapoor. Ansh. My saviour. My Man.

"Breathe, little kitten," he whispered once again, his hand leaving mine and moving to my waist, squeezing it a little.

I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath until he pointed it out. But when he held my waist, my breath hitched and I let out a satisfied hum. He snuggle to my neck dropping a wet kisses. A soft moan escape from my mouth and I clutched his shirt tightly. My lips part a little bit. I clench my thighs together. Control itha. Control. I scream inside but noo it's impossible when it's him. Reyansh Kapoor. Who stole my heart scratch that he stole my entire being