Wicked Desires

chapter 22

Yo cuties! The homegirl is back with a brand-new update! Get ready for another wild ride because this chapter is super long and packed with all the drama you didn't know you needed. Make sure to leave your thoughts in the comments and hit that vote button — I want to know what you think about Don! I mean, he's a total kick in the ass, right? Reyansh's biggest nightmare, haha! You thought things couldn't get crazier, but trust me, they just did. 🙌🔥

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Reyansh walked up to her room, rehearsing the explanation he'd need to give her. The chaos from downstairs replayed in his mind—Don's theatrics, the hasty introduction, Kriya's stunned expression—but beneath the urgency to explain, a new idea began to form. Maybe this whole "fiancée" act could actually work to his advantage.

If she thinks we're engaged, she'll stay close, he thought, feeling a spark of excitement at the possibilities. It would allow him to weave himself further into her life, to pull her even nearer, day by day. He smirked as he realized just how perfectly the plan might play out. This wouldn't just be an explanation; it would be the beginning of something much bigger, a chance to keep her exactly where he wanted.

And if she fell for it? Well, that would be just as sweet.

Reaching her door, Reyansh felt a thrill he hadn't anticipated. This wasn't just about smoothing things over; this was an opportunity to turn a complicated situation into something far more intimate.

This engagement ruse could be brilliant, he mused, the plan unfolding further in his mind. If Kriya believed they had to keep up appearances, she'd be bound to him in ways she'd never allow otherwise. She would have to stay close, share his space, trust his presence—something she might resist if he approached directly.

As he raised his hand to knock, he could almost imagine her reaction when he explained it all. She might be angry, she might resist, but she'd have little choice. His grandfather was not one to be deceived or denied, and playing the part would protect her from any unwelcome scrutiny. And maybe, he thought with a sly smile, she'll start to see me differently—trust me, maybe even... want me.

He straightened his shoulders, taking a steadying breath. This wasn't just a way out of his grandfather's demands; it was the perfect way to get what he'd wanted all along: Kriya close, right where he wanted her.

When no response came after his gentle knocks, Reyansh tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. He slipped inside, careful not to disturb the calmness of her room, and his eyes landed on Kriya, fast asleep on her bed. She looked peaceful yet tired, bundled up in white pyjamas with tiny strawberries scattered across them—a cozy, playful set he hadn't seen her wear before. Something about it softened her usual guarded demeanour, and for a moment, he could imagine her as someone more carefree, untouched by the usual worries.

He sat quietly on the edge of the bed, watching her in her sleep. Even in rest, there was a slight tension in her brow, a hint of worry that hadn't faded despite her exhaustion. She's been pushing herself so hard, he thought, a pang of something he couldn't quite name surfacing in his chest.

For a moment, he felt the urge to reach out, maybe to brush that crease away, or to tell her that, she didn't need to worry about anything. But instead, he simply sat there, letting the quiet settle around them. This glimpse into her life, into her most private and unguarded moment, made him feel closer to her in a way he hadn't expected.

Her face looked clean and refreshed, her skin glowing as if she'd just stepped out of a shower. Damp strands of hair framed her cheeks, glistening slightly in the soft light. He noticed a faint shimmer on her lips—a hint of strawberry lip balm, its sweet scent lingering in the air, reaching him even from a distance.