When I'm with You

"You know I can tell everyone," I said, trying to stand my ground. But the confidence in my voice faltered the moment I met her gaze-there was something unnerving in the calmness of it.

Her eyes were steady, no hint of surprise or fear. She turned to face me completely, unbothered, her presence unshaken. "And what would that change?"

Her words hung in the air, but they weren't challenging. They were almost casual, like she was waiting for me to show her something more, something I still hadn't figured out. And for a split second, doubt crept in. Had I really uncovered something she wanted hidden? Or was it just another piece of the game she was playing?

She stepped closer, her posture relaxed but firm. There was no aggression in her movements, only a quiet authority. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, barely there, but it said everything.

"Secrets only hold power if you know how to use them," she said, her voice steady, like she was explaining something simple to a child. "So tell me, Siddharth... what is it you think you know?"

The question wasn't just rhetorical-it was a challenge. And for the first time, I realized I was on the back foot. I'd thought I knew something, but now, I wasn't so sure. There was no panic in her demeanor, no rush to defend herself. She simply waited, letting the silence build between us.

I held her gaze, steady but not aggressive. "Maybe I don't know everything," I said, my voice calm but with a hint of resolve. "But I'll find out. In time."

She didn't respond immediately. The silence stretched, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt... inevitable. And when the moment was right, I knew she wouldn't be able to hide for long. But for now, I could wait. The game wasn't over. Not yet.