The moment those words left her lips-"But why was that even your concern?"-a raw, untamed urge surged through me.
I wanted to grab her.
Wanted to pin her against the wall.
Wanted to kiss her senseless until she understood.
Until she knew exactly why it was my concern.
[Author said: Focus on the apology, not the wall-pinning fantasy. Breathe.🧘♀️🧱]
Because she was mine.
Because she had always been mine.
But I didn't.
Not yet.
Before anything else, I needed to fix the mess I had created between us.
I needed to apologize.
I needed to explain.
And I needed to ask her about that night.
The night I saw her kissing someone else.
The image had haunted me for years-ripping through my sanity, carving out an emptiness in me that no one else could ever fill.
Even thinking about it now made my blood burn, my fingers curl into fists.
But I swallowed it down.
Right now, the past could wait.
Right now, I needed to make things right.
"I'm sorry... for saying those words without knowing the truth."
[Author said: The man's apologizing like he didn't roast her soul two chapters ago." 🔥😤]
The words felt foreign on my tongue.
I had never said them before. Never had to.
But for her - for my moon - I would say them a thousand times over if it meant she'd forgive me.
She let out a bitter laugh.
And God, it hurt more than I expected.
She wasn't ready to forgive me.
Of course she wasn't.
I had hurt her.
Insulted her.
Made her feel like she was nothing to me.
But then she said something I wasn't prepared for.
"Fine, let's say I forgive you. But I won't forget this, Vihaan. And let's not meet again."
My heart stopped.
Not meet again?
She was actually saying that?
As if we were just strangers who happened to cross paths for a brief moment?
As if the years of history between us meant nothing?
No.
No.
I refused to accept that.
I knew she still had feelings for me.
I felt it in the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn't watching.
I heard it in the way she said my name, like it still carried weight in her heart.
I saw it in the way her body reacted when I was close-like she was fighting against something she couldn't control.
And yet, she wanted to erase me from her life?
I took a step closer, my voice low, firm.
"No."
She blinked up at me, startled by my tone.
"Better you don't forgive me," I said, my voice rough with the emotions I was barely holding back.
"Hate me. Stay angry at me. Yell at me every time you see me. But don't you dare say we shouldn't meet again."
I took another step, closing the distance between us.
"Because I can live with your anger, Indhu. I can live with your resentment. But I can't-" My voice dropped, raw and unguarded. "I can't live without you."
With each step I took forward, she moved back.
Her wide eyes searched mine, as if trying to process whether she had actually heard what I just said-or if she was dreaming.
As if she couldn't believe it.
Or maybe... as if she wanted to believe it.
But before I could say another word, she took one last step back-
Only to hit the door behind her.
And then-
"Ahhh, be gentle..."
A muffled voice came from inside the room, making both of us freeze.
Indhu's expression flickered from shock to confusion. "Vanya?" she whispered, recognition dawning in her eyes.
We turned to each other, then, as if acting on pure instinct, both pressed our ears to the door.
"Lift your arms."
Another voice. Deeper. Familiar.
Wait. I know that voice.
"Nihal?" I whispered, my brows furrowing.
What the actual hell was going on in there?
Indhu and I exchanged looks-half bewildered, half horrified.
And then-
"Spread your legs wider."
Oh. My. God.
I nearly choked on air.
"I said wider. Or should I help you spread them?"
What. The. Fuck.
I cleared my throat, forcing myself to not lose it. Stay calm, Vihaan. Stay composed.
"Uh... maybe we should go somewhere else. Seems like they're... uh... busy," I said carefully, picking my words with extreme caution.
Indhu, however, had absolutely no intention of leaving.
"Shhh! I want to hear this."
[Author said: "Indhu, why are you listening like it's a podcast?" 🎙️📱😭]
I turned to her, biting back laughter. Was she seriously this entertained?
Before I could tell her just how nosy she was being, Nihal's voice rang out again-
"Don't move your hips. If you do, how am I supposed to do it?"
I gave up. This man had zero shame.
Indhu didn't even wait for further clarification-without hesitation, she flung the door open.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Indhu demanded, storming into the room.
But the second our eyes landed on them, she fell silent.
I bit back a laugh.
Nihal wasn't pinning Vanya against the wall.
He wasn't undressing her.
He was... helping her drape her saree.
One hand holding the pleats, the other carefully adjusting the fabric around her waist.
Vanya stood stiffly, her scowl darkening by the second as she took in our gawking expressions.
Indhu and I exchanged glances, the same realization hitting us at once.
[Author said: We all thought it was about to be a Wattpad scene. It was actually a YouTube tutorial gone rogue. 💀📹]
"I think we may have... misinterpreted the situation," I muttered, barely holding in my amusement.
Vanya's eyes narrowed. "What are you two whispering about?"
And then-because Nihal is incapable of letting anything slide-he turned to Vanya with a wicked grin.
"They thought we were making out."
Indhu slapped a hand over her mouth, her entire body shaking with suppressed laughter.
Vanya, however, looked ready to commit murder.
"But it sounded like that! You even made a sound that-" Indhu's voice trailed off as Vanya shot her a warning glare.
I smirked. "And she was very interested in hearing more."
Indhu whirled to me, eyes blazing with betrayal. Did you really have to say that now?!
Meanwhile, Vanya had had enough.
"Because of you three idiots I'm here struggling with this stupid saree!" she snapped, yanking at the fabric in frustration. "And for the record, I didn't ask for help. He insisted."
Even in the middle of all this chaos, she still had to make that point clear.
Indhu sighed and stepped forward, grabbing the saree from Nihal's hands.
"From here, I'll take care of it."
Nihal smirked but handed over the fabric without a word.
With that, I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back with me as we left the room, making sure to firmly close the door behind us.
The moment we were out, Nihal turned to me, his signature smug expression already in place.
"So... enjoyed the show?"
I rolled my eyes. "Not as much as Indhu did."
And just like that, he burst out laughing.
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