Arya's gaze drifted away, her voice barely above a whisper as she murmured, "I'm sleepy." She tried to avoid Shreyansh's piercing gaze, hoping to escape the intensity of the moment.
But Shreyansh was relentless, his fingers gently turning her face back to his. His eyes burned with a fierce passion, his voice low and husky as he whispered, "I hate you ." His lips brushed against hers, sending shivers coursing through her veins.
Arya's heart raced wildly, her pulse pounding in her temples. She tried to move her hands, to push him away, but the medicine needle in her hand made it difficult. She felt trapped, yet simultaneously, she was melting into his kiss.
As Shreyansh's lips moved softly against hers, Arya's emotions surged. She felt a rush of anger, of hurt, of love. Her lips parted, and she bit down on Shreyansh's bottom lip,..
"" I hate you too " she let out making him chuckled as she bit his lips more hardly
making it bleed. But instead of pulling away, she sucked on it, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the sweetness of their kiss.
Shreyansh's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with intensity. He didn't flinch, didn't pull away, even as his lip bled. He just kept kissing her, his lips gentle, yet passionate. Arya felt herself getting lost in the moment, lost in the depths of Shreyansh's eyes, lost in the passion that consumed them both....
(Author ~ their love language I hate you 😌)
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It was 3:30 in the morning when Vihaan quietly opened the door to his home, careful not to disturb Trisha, who had been living with him for the past 5 days. He had agreed to her challenge, knowing it was the only way to get her to leave him alone, as he couldn't accept her feelings for him.
As he stepped inside, his eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he moved stealthily towards the living room. That's when he saw Trisha, sleeping fitfully on the sofa, her body contorted in an uncomfortable position. Vihaan's gaze lingered on her for a moment, a mix of emotions swirling inside him.
This girl . ...
His eyes then moved towards the dining table, where a jug of water beckoned to him. He felt parched, and his throat longed for a refreshing sip. As he reached for the jug, his gaze fell upon a food container, which he opened to find the contents untouched. His eyes then drifted back to Trisha, who was still fast asleep...
"Why didn't she eat?" Vihaan's voice was laced with guilt as he gazed at the untouched food. He knew the reason all too well. For the past five days, Trisha had been waiting for him to come home, eager to share meals together, even if it meant staying up late into the night. It was a ritual she had grown fond of, and one that Vihaan had inadvertently encouraged.
But he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that came with it. He didn't want Trisha to get too close, to become too comfortable in his presence. He knew that eventually, he would have to push her away, and the thought of hurting her filled him with dread. Vihaan's resolve was weakening, and he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let Trisha make him vulnerable, couldn't let her see the cracks in his armor.
As he stood there,.. the unspoken emotions that hung in the air. Vihaan's gaze drifted back to Trisha, her peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him. He knew he had to maintain his distance, for both their sakes. But as he looked at her, he couldn't help but wonder if he was already too late.. .
"Why are you doing this, Trisha?" Vihaan's voice was barely above a whisper, his words laced with a mix of guilt and desperation. "Why are you making me weak? Why are you hurting yourself because of me?"
He couldn't take his eyes off her peaceful face, her serene expression a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him.
"I don't deserve you and your care, Trisha. You're so pure and innocent... a man like me, a curse, doesn't deserve you. You'll only get pain because of me."
Vihaan's words hung in the air, a poignant confession of his own unworthiness. He felt like a dark cloud, hovering over Trisha's radiant light, threatening to extinguish it with his presence....
Vihaan's feet moved with deliberate slowness, his thoughts momentarily set aside as he approached Trisha's tranquil form. He gazed at her face, drinking in the serenity of her features, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Time stood still for a few fleeting moments, the world around them melting away.
But then, Trisha's body stirred, her limbs twitching as she shifted in her sleep. Vihaan's instincts kicked in, his hands reaching out to steady her as she teetered on the edge of the sofa. His fingers made contact with her bare waist, sending a jolt of electricity through his veins.
Trisha's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Vihaan's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, a radiant smile spread across her face, illuminating the room with its warmth.
"You came," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep and emotion.
Vihaan's heart skipped a beat as he gazed into her eyes, drowning in their depths. He felt his resolve crumbling, his defenses breached by the sheer force of her smile. In that moment, he knew he was lost,... lost in her innocent smile
"Hmm," Vihaan replied, his voice low and noncommittal, as he struggled to maintain his stoic facade.
Trisha, still half-asleep, began to stir, her movements languid as she prepared to rise from the sofa. "Let me heat up the food," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.
But Vihaan's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist like a gentle vice. "See the time first," he said, his eyes glinting in the dim light.
Trisha's gaze obediently shifted to the wall clock, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the hour. "3 am?" she breathed, her voice laced with incredulity. "You came now? How...why?
"Oh my god, where were you?" Trisha asked, her voice laced with worry as she took in Vihaan's exhausted face. She instinctively reached out to touch him, but he pulled back, his eyes flashing with a hint of warning.
"Why didn't you have your food last night?" he asked gruffly, his tone a mix of concern and guilt.
Trisha's reply was barely above a whisper, "I was waiting for you." Her words struck a chord deep within Vihaan, filling him with remorse. He knew he couldn't let her continue to wait for him, to rely on him. It was better for her to stay away from him, for her own good.
"For sake's sake, stop this, Trisha," he said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of desperation. "Don't wait for me, have your meals on time." His words were meant to be harsh, to push her away, but Trisha's eyes sparkled with mischief, her mind racing with possibilities.
Her breath hitched at his tone, but her gaze never wavered, her eyes locked on his with a hint of defiance. Vihaan's heart skipped a beat as he realized that Trisha wasn't afraid of him, wasn't intimidated by his gruff exterior. Instead, she seemed to be drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
"Oh my god, you're really a grumpy bear!" Trisha exclaimed, her voice dripping with amusement as she gazed up at Vihaan with a cute, teasing expression. "Anger is always written all over your face!"
Her words were like a gentle breeze on a summer day, soft and playful, but they held a hint of steel beneath. "And remember, it's a 10-day challenge, mister! You can't order me around! I can do what I want, when I want. If I want to wait for you, I will! You're no one to tell me what to do or yell at me!"
Trisha's voice rose and fell like a happy butterfly flitting from flower to flower, her tone light and carefree. But her words struck a chord deep within Vihaan, making his heart race with a mix of emotions. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that he was indeed an emotionless, broken person, incapable of giving her anything but pain.
As he gazed into her sparkling eyes, Vihaan felt like a dark cloud looming over her radiant sunshine, threatening to extinguish her light. He knew he didn't deserve her, didn't deserve her love or her innocence. But Trisha, oblivious to his inner turmoil, continued to flutter around him, her presence a gentle reminder of the joy and love he could never truly possess...
"Now, tell me, are you hungry?" Trisha asked, her voice gentle and caring.
Vihaan shook his head, his eyes cast downward, unaware of the soft smile spreading across Trisha's face.
"Now, I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep, and you should too. You look so tired," she said, her words laced with concern as she turned towards her room.
But in a flash, she was jumping and skipping like a kid, her feet barely touching the ground. Vihaan's head shook in amusement, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "Just a baby," he muttered to himself.
( author ~ yes your baby vihaan🌝 )
But his mirth was short-lived, as a loud crashing sound filled the air. Vihaan's eyes snapped towards the direction of the noise, his heart racing with a sudden surge of fear. That's when he saw it - a beautiful flower vase lying shattered at Trisha's feet, her eyes wide with fear.
"Trisha, did you hurt yourself?" Vihaan exclaimed, rushing towards her with a mix of panic and scolding. "
"Trisha, what have you done now?!" Vihaan thundered, his voice echoing through the room as he rushed towards her. "Can't you be careful for once?!"
Trisha's eyes widened in fear as Vihaan's anger washed over her. She took a step back, her hands trembling as she tried to explain. "I-I'm sorry, Vihaan. It was an accident..."
But Vihaan wasn't having it. His anger boiled over, and he cut her off, his words sharp and biting. "An accident? Really? You're always having accidents, Trisha! Can't you just be more careful?"
Trisha's face crumpled as Vihaan's words struck her like a slap. She felt a sting of tears in her eyes, and before she could control them, they began to flow. She turned and ran towards her room, sobbing uncontrollably.
Vihaan was left standing alone, his anger dissipating as quickly as it had flared up. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he realized he had lost his temper, overreacted, and hurt Trisha's feelings. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and settled down on sofa for few minutes..
and slowly made his way to Trisha's room, his heart heavy with regret.
As Vihaan approached Trisha's room, he was met with the thumping beats of a lively Indian song, "Kajra Re" by Alisha Chinai. His curiosity piqued, he quickened his pace, wondering what was causing the commotion. Upon entering the room, he was taken aback by the sight before him.
Trisha, wearing his oversized shirt, was dancing with abandon, her eyes closed, and a carefree smile on her face. Vihaan's eyes widened in surprise, remembering the tears she had shed just moments before. "What the hell? She was crying a few minutes ago, and now she's dancing like a free bird!" he exclaimed, a chuckle escaping his lips.
As he watched, mesmerized, Trisha spun and twirled to the music, her hips swaying to the beat. The song's lyrics echoed through the room, "Kajra re, kajra re tere kaale kaale naina and Vihaan couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Trisha's infectious energy drew him in, and he found himself tapping his foot to the music, his earlier anger and guilt forgotten.
As Vihaan stood there, frozen in surprise, Trisha continued to dance with wild abandon, her arms waving above her head like a free-spirited bird set loose. Her eyes remained closed, lost in the rhythm of the music, as she spun and twirled to the lively beats of "Kajra Re".
The song's lyrics filled the room, "Tere kare kajra re, tere kare kajra and Trisha's hips swayed seductively to the music, her feet stomping out the beat on the floor. Vihaan's gaze was fixed on her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her carefree joy.
As the song reached its crescendo, Trisha's dancing became more frenzied, her shirt flying around her like a mini skirt. Vihaan's chuckle grew louder, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched her, mesmerized. He couldn't believe the transformation from tears to tantrums, and now, to this uninhibited dancing.
The lyrics continued, " tere kaale kaale Naina and Trisha's body swayed in perfect harmony, her hair flying around her face like a whirlwind. Vihaan's heart swelled with a mix of emotions - amusement, affection, and a hint of regret for his earlier outburst. He remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze away from the spectacle before him.
Just as Vihaan was enjoying the spectacle of Trisha's dancing, something suddenly clicked in his mind, and his smile faltered. He gazed at her more closely, his eyes narrowing as he realized that she was wearing his shirt. But how did she...? His mind trailed off as he wondered if she had taken it from his cupboard, and he was busy pondering this when he heard a string of curses.
Trisha was muttering under her breath, her words punctuated by the sound of her punching a pillow. Vihaan's eyes widened as he took a step closer, his heart skipping a beat as he saw his own picture on the pillow, her teeth sunk into it as she bit down.
"Jerk, idiot, monster, devil, Ravan, angry bull, donkey..." she continued to curse, her words tumbling out in a furious torrent as she beat the pillow with a ferocity that made Vihaan wince.
"Oh god, she's just a little kid," Vihaan couldn't help but exclaim, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and concern. He moved towards her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he took in the sight of her tiny form, her face scrunched up in anger. Despite her furious outburst, there was something endearing about her, something that tugged at Vihaan's heartstrings.
"If you're done cursing me and beating the poor pillow, will you tell me where you got my shirt?" Vihaan asked, his tone serious and firm, making Trisha's hands freeze mid-air. Her breath hitched, and she thought to herself, "Oh god, I'm in trouble. I didn't close the door, and now he's seen everything!"
Trisha's eyes widened as she turned to face Vihaan, his cold expression making her gulp down hard. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he moved closer, his eyes fixed intently on her. "Answer me," he demanded, his voice low and even. "Why are you beating that poor pillow with my picture on it? You can beat me instead, I'm standing right in front of you."
Trisha's lids flickered multiple times as she shook her head, quickly removing his picture from the pillow. "It's...it's my shirt," she lied, her words catching in her throat. She tried to sound confident, but her voice trembled, betraying her fear. Vihaan's gaze narrowed, his eyes boring into hers, as if daring her to tell the truth. Trisha felt her heart racing, her mind scrambling to come up with a convincing excuse, but her thoughts were a jumbled mess.
"And I'm not beating the pillow, I'm just playing with it," Trisha said, her voice laced with feigned innocence, as she hastily hid the picture behind her back. She gazed up at Vihaan, her eyes wide with a false confidence, trying to convey a sense of nonchalance. "See, there's no picture on it," she added, her tone dripping with sweetness, as she held up the pillow for him to see, the picture now concealed from view.
Trisha's heart was racing, her palms growing sweaty as she tried to maintain the charade. She could feel Vihaan's piercing gaze on her, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he didn't quite believe her. But she stood her ground, her expression unwavering, as she tried to bluff her way out of the situation.....
Trisha thought to herself, "It's utterly ironic that Vihaan doesn't even flinch when he should be thinking critically, but now he's acting like a seasoned CID officer, determined to solve the mystery." She knew him all too well - his possessiveness when it came to his belongings, his explicit warnings to keep her hands off, his discomfort with sharing. Yet, she had deliberately disregarded his wishes, succumbing to her desire for his stylish clothes.
Five of his shirts and five hoodies, each one meticulously chosen for its comfort and style, now lay hidden, stolen treasures in her possession. Trisha whispered to herself,
"He's turned me into a thief, a sneaky little bandit." She couldn't deny the allure of Vihaan's impeccable style, his clothes and dressing sense making her heart skip a beat. Even in formal attire, he exuded a raw, unbridled appeal that left her breathless.
Trisha thought, "What can I do? I'm hopelessly drawn to his clothes, and I knew he wouldn't give them to me if I asked. He's too protective of his belongings." She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a pinch of guilt, knowing she had crossed a line. Now, all she could do was wait and see how Vihaan would react when he discovered her secret, her heart racing with anticipation....
To Trisha's utter surprise, Vihaan didn't utter a word, his silence deafening as he turned and left the room, leaving her breathless and bewildered. She collapsed onto the bed, a sly smile spreading across her face as she clutched his shirt, inhaling the scent of him, a mix of cologne and masculinity that made her heart flutter.
"I have very dirty eyes on you, grumpy bear," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as she gazed lovingly at the secret photo of him on her phone, a picture she had sneaked when he wasn't looking. "You're fucking something different, a unique piece of god's art," she breathed, her eyes devouring the image of him, her mind replaying the memory of his rugged features, his piercing gaze, and his chiseled physique.
Trisha felt a shiver run down her spine as she admired the photo, her fingers tracing the contours of his face, her heart racing with excitement. She couldn't believe she had gotten away with stealing his clothes, and now, she had this secret photo to cherish, a reminder of the man who had unwittingly captured her heart.
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Ashvi stood on the rooftop, gazing up at the brightest star in the night sky. Tears filled her eyes as she thought about her shattered life. She had lost everything: her loving family, her promising career, and her cherished dreams. The pain felt like a heavy weight crushing her.
But Ashvi refused to give up. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, determination burning within her. She vowed to take revenge against the monster who had destroyed her life, who had killed her family and treated her like a toy.
Looking up at the star, Ashvi whispered, "I miss you, Maa, Papa, Abhi..." Her voice cracked with emotion. She felt a surge of strength and purpose. Ashvi was now focused on one thing: taking revenge against the person who had ruined her life. She breathed only for this aim, her heart fueled by a fierce determination.
"That monster!" Ashvi's mind seethed with venomous hatred. "He didn't even spare the girl who called him 'bhai' - a term that symbolized a bond of sibling love and trust, a relationship so pure and sacred. But that beast desecrated that bond, exploiting it for his own twisted desires. He sold her out to a criminal, a man who would use and abuse her, all because she had blindly trusted him, calling him 'bhai' since childhood. The thought made Ashvi's blood boil with rage and her heart ache with sorrow for Arya
"With the haunting thought of 'what if something happens to her if Shreyansh doesn't reach on time' echoing in her mind, Ashvi's anxiety spiralled out of control.
"She had been lost in slumber, but the sound of footsteps behind her broke the spell. Turning around, she found Yuvan standing there, his eyes inquiring. 'You're here! Didn't you sleep?' he asked, moving closer to her. She looked down, her voice barely above a whisper, 'I couldn't sleep... needed some fresh air, that's why I came here.' Yuvan nodded understandingly.
A comfortable silence settled between them, until Yuvaan joined them, standing beside her. He followed her gaze to the starry sky and asked,
"" 'Why are you staring at the stars so intently?' ""
She turned to face him, and replied with sad smile ":" I've heard that when people leave this world, they become stars,' she said, her voice cracking. 'That's why I'm looking at the stars... I can see my parents and my brother in them""".' Her words hung in the air, heavy with emotion, as she struggled to hold back her tears. Yuvaan face etched with concern, his eyes filled with empathy for the pain she was enduring."
""Ashvi gazed up at the starry sky, lost in thought, while Yuvan stood beside her, his eyes fixed on her, his mind racing with thoughts of how to bring a smile back to her face. He wanted to be the reason for her happiness, to chase away the pain that had been haunting her.
Ashvi's soft voice broke the silence, 'Yuvan, can I ask something?' She turned to him, her eyes searching for answers. 'Yes, you can,' he replied, his voice gentle.
'Why are you and your family doing so much for me? I feel like they're my own family,' she asked, her voice trembling with emotion, a sad smile on her lips. Yuvan's heart skipped a beat as he looked at her, his eyes filled with warmth. 'They are, we are each other's family, Ashvi,' he said, his smile reassuring.
Ashvi's eyes narrowed slightly, "'But why are you doing all this for me?' Yuvan's expression turned serious"", 'Because you're my friend,"" and as a friend, I can at least do this much.' He hid his true feelings, not wanting to reveal the depth of his emotions.
Ashvi's gaze pierced through his,"" 'A friend wouldn't do this much,'"" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Yuvan's hand instinctively rose to her face, his palm cradling her cheek. '"'But I can, I am even ready to give my life for friendship,' he said, his voice filled with conviction. 'I make friendships with full sincerity, and I maintain them with full sincerity too. I haven't done anything for you, Ashvi, I'm just encouraging you. Don't lose courage, you have to take revenge from him, and I and my family are always with you. You're not alone, we're all with you.'"
""I am ready to die for you and even kill someone for you "" he thought and unknowingly he cupped her face...
Yuvan's words hung in the air, his eyes locked on Ashvi's, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She felt frozen, her heart racing with emotions she couldn't quite comprehend....
Ashvi took a step back, wiping away her tears with a trembling hand. A small smile played on her lips as she whispered, "Thank you." Yuvan's face mirrored her smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"You should rest, you're not completely fine," Yuvan said, his voice laced with concern.
Ashvi nodded, turning to leave, but her foot faltered, and she stumbled. Yuvan's reflexes kicked in, and he caught her by the elbow, steadying her. "Careful," he whispered, his hand wrapping around hers.
Ashvi's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Yuvan, her gaze locking onto his. She straightened, her cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment. "I will," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
With a nod, she thanked him again and turned to leave. Yuvan watched her go, his eyes following her until she disappeared from view. His hand lingered in the air, as if still holding onto hers, his heart heavy with emotions he couldn't quite explain....
" As Yuvan stood there, his eyes fixed on the spot where Ashvi had vanished, a nagging thought crept into his mind. "Will she accept me?" he wondered, his heart heavy with uncertainty.
IN MORNING....
Kunal stepped out of his car and strode towards the hospital entrance, his eyes scanning the lobby as he entered. That's when he saw them - Neha and Abeer, laughing and chatting like old friends, their coffee cups in hand. A pang of unease shot through Kunal's chest as he watched them, his mind racing with questions. What were they talking about? Why was Neha smiling so brightly at Abeer?
Kunal's curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself moving closer, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. He hid behind a nearby wall, straining to hear their words, but they were too far away. Just as he was about to move closer, a nurse called out to him, "Dr. Kunal!" He cursed under his breath, turning to face her, his eyes flashing with irritation.
That's when he heard Abeer's voice,
""Dr. Kunal !! You here "
"Fuck!" Kunal's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with anger. Why was Abeer here? And why was Neha laughing with him like that? Kunal's usual calm demeanor deserted him, replaced by a snappish tone. "Why should I call you first and tell you I'm coming, Dr. Abeer?" he spat out, his words dripping with venom.
Abeer looked taken aback, "I didn't mean that, Kunal." But Kunal wasn't having it. "Go and do your work, take care of your patients. We don't come here to talk, we come here to do our work." He bit out the words, his anger simmering just below the surface.
Neha watched the exchange, her eyes flashing with anger. When Kunal's eyes met hers, she turned away, her face set in a stubborn mask. But Kunal wasn't about to let her go. He grabbed her hand, his grip firm, and told the nurse, "Go and make all the preparations for the operation, I am coming soon." The nurse nodded and scurried off, leaving Kunal and Neha alone.
"Leave my hand," Neha demanded, trying to wriggle free, but Kunal held tight. "Everyone is watching us, Kunal, leave my hand," she pleaded, but he ignored her, dragging her to his cabin....
" As soon as they reached his cabin, Kunal's anger boiled over. He pinned Neha to the wall, his hands grasping hers, and raised them above her head. His eyes blazed with intensity as he demanded, "What were you two talking about?"
Neha's eyes flashed with defiance, her voice laced with anger. "Why will I tell you?" she spat out, her words fueling Kunal's fury.
With a growl, he twisted her hand, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. Neha's soft curves crushed against his hard chest, her breasts molding to his torso. Kunal's lips brushed against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "I fucking hate him near you," he snarled, his voice low and menacing.
Neha's voice was barely audible, her tone husky with emotion. "Why?" she whispered, her eyes locked on his, searching for answers.
Kunal's gaze burned with possessiveness, his eyes roaming over her face. He seemed to be drinking in her features, his anger slowly giving way to a fierce passion. Neha's heart raced, her body trembling with anticipation, as she waited for his response.
"I don't know," Kunal muttered, his voice barely audible. For a few moments, they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the tension between them palpable. The silence was broken by a knock on the door, and a voice called out, "Sir, all preparations for the operation have been completed."
Kunal's eyes still locked on Neha's, he replied calmly, "I'm coming." He didn't move, his gaze holding hers, until Neha finally looked away, her cheeks flushing.
"Come with me," Kunal said, his voice low and husky. "You will assist me in the operation today." Neha's eyes snapped back to his, a hint of surprise and wariness in their depths.
"Why me?" she asked, her tone laced with a subtle jealousy. "Take Sunaina with you today too," she added, her voice dripping with disdain.
Kunal's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement at Neha's obvious jealousy. He seemed to savor the emotion, his gaze lingering on her face. "No, I want you by my side," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "Let's go daring." With that, he turned and walked out of the cabin, Neha couldn't helo but followed him.
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NEW COUPLE ENTERY
I know their entry has already been made in the book but now they will also have their love story and scenes.....
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