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CHAPTER 7 , I'M HER PROPERTY 
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          "Aur rahi baat property ki, toh woh ek jeete jagti insaan hain, lekin phir bhi teri bhasha mein bolta hoon, jaldi samajh aayega—"
          
          (And as for property, she is a living, breathing human being. But since you only understand your own language, let me explain it in a way you’ll grasp—)
          
          Ishaan stepped closer, placing a firm hand on Varun’s shoulder.
          
          His grip wasn’t harsh, but it carried a weight—a warning unspoken yet crystal clear.
          
          "Woh meri hai ya nahi iska faisla unhe karne de, lekin main unka hoon—in short, woh kisi ki property nahi hai, lekin main unki property zarur hoon—"
          
          (Let her decide whether she is mine or not. But I belong to her. In short, she isn't anyone’s property—but I sure as hell am hers.)
          
          Ishaan patted Varun’s shoulder, his touch disturbingly light, almost as if they were newfound friends sharing a moment of camaraderie.
          
          And then, he smirked.
          
          "Personal property, " he completed.
          
          (A Personal one. Got it?)
          
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CHAPTER 6 , UPDATED ON STCK
          
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          "Don't you want to ask something?" My voice was barely above a whisper, hesitant, fragile. My gaze remained fixed on the floor, afraid of what I might see in his eyes.
          
          There was a brief silence before he responded.
          
          "About what?" His tone was calm, unreadable, but I knew better than to mistake it for indifference.
          
          I swallowed, gathering the courage to say it out loud.
          
          "About our farewell day… Nitya told me that—that you went to the airport."
          
          The faint smile he had been wearing disappeared instantly. His jaw clenched, his features tightening as if I had just reopened an old wound he had tried so hard to forget.
          
          He exhaled sharply, his expression still devoid of any emotion, yet the tension in his posture was impossible to miss.
          
          "I want to," he admitted, his voice steady, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface—something raw, something that made my chest ache. "But I don't know if you're ready to tell me or not."
          
          A muscle pulsed in his jaw, revealing the anger he was trying to suppress—the anger mixed with hurt.
          
          I took a shaky breath, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.
          
          "I—am—I want—to tell you—"
          
          

I filled my plate and sat at one of the tables, exhaling softly as I allowed myself a moment of quiet. Lifting my spoon, I was just about to take my first bite when a deep, familiar voice cut through the silence.
          
          “Akele khayengi? Humein toh khana khilaya hi nahi aapne.”
          
          (You’re going to eat alone? You didn’t serve me, after all.)
          
          My breath hitched.
          
          I glanced up to find him leaning against the entrance of the terrace, his hands tucked into his pockets, watching me with unreadable eyes.
          
          My gaze flickered around. The helpers had already left. We were alone.
          
          Before I could fully process the moment, he moved. Long, confident strides carried him forward until he stood at the opposite side of the table, close enough that I could see the faint amusement dancing in his gaze.
          
          Heart pounding, I quickly placed my spoon back onto my plate and stood up.
          
          “Aayiye, aap baithiye. Main serve kar deti hoon.”
          
          (Come, have a seat. I'll serve your food.)
          
          I turned, taking a step toward the buffet, but before I could move further, his fingers curled around my wrist.
          
          Gently. Firmly.
          
          A soft gasp escaped my lips as he pulled me back, his touch careful yet unwavering, until I stood right in front of him. My pulse raced, an unfamiliar nervousness creeping in.
          
          Was he going to question me? Had he been waiting for the right moment? He hadn’t said anything at the market, but what if he had been biding his time? What would I even say if he asked?
          
          But he didn’t ask.
          
          Instead, he reached down, picking up the small morsel I had left on my plate.
          
          “Yeh lo,” he said, bringing it near my mouth, his voice low and steady. “Aise khana beech mein chhod kar nahi jaate.”
          
          (Here, take this. You shouldn't leave your food unfinished like that.)
          
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I have not read the story till now, will read it after the exams. But I have to say that author u have achieved a big one like in just a month and having 6 parts ur story is in top 2 in india. The story will be amazing if. Good luck on your journey.❤️

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