The revelation had numbed Shanaya’s senses. Since she had looked into Neil’s eyes, her mind had barely registered anything she was doing right until his car had halted outside a restaurant. Sometimes during the drive earlier, it had started raining. The windows had turned hazy, cutting off her view of the world outside. Her mind was in a similar state—unsure of how to respond to the news of Neil wanting to get married to Kirti. “We’re here,” Neil said, nudging her arm lightly. Without a word, she stepped out and walked inside. Shanaya sensed their collective gazes burning holes into her back but pretended to not notice. A few more minutes passed. Shanaya knew of the awkwardness she was making the couple feel, and yet she could not bring herself to act normally. This is not normal, she thought to herself. Suhala would never agree to this. Dhruv decided to break the silence with his cool voice. “Well, this is interesting,” he commented, his teasing eyes glued to her face. “Neil
“You can stay tonight,” the words left Shanaya’s mouth before she could hold back. She bit her tongue then, an inaudible curse rising from her chest. Dhruv’s dark eyes swept to her face in an instant. In them, she found uncertainty and curiosity. She was sure he was wondering what intentions she held. If only she knew herself… As their eyes met, the air stood still for a moment. She heard the sounds of their breath mingle, and her gaze drew to his lips impulsively. Feeling her cheeks heat up, Shanaya looked away. But she knew it was too late. He’d caught her."You don’t have to say please, Shanaya. Not to me. Just promise not to smother me in my sleep. My parents are still holding out for that party," Dhruv said, stepping out of the car. His voice was calm, his steps smooth. However, on the other hand, Shanaya felt like she was losing control of herself, like sand slipping between her fingers. There was no point in even trying. Dhruv walked closely behind her, quiet as a ghost. This
What began as a slow, teasing kiss soon became demanding. Dhruv’s lips moved in a rhythm similar to hers while his hand held her neck, pulling her closer still. Shanaya felt her toes curl, her veins filling with desire. Involuntarily, she shifted and settled on his lap. His lips were warm and welcoming, and when he moved his lips to her neck, sucking the soft skin there, Shanaya bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. This feels so good, she thought, noticing how her body shivered at his touch. She opened her eyes momentarily to look at Dhruv—leisurely tracing lips further and further down her neck—and felt her cheeks burn. She wanted him. All of him. And there was no denying that. He noticed her eyes on him and paused, his lips forming a smirk. “Enjoying this?” he whispered, leaning so close that her lungs defied her, refusing to breathe. His dark gaze met hers and she drowned herself in those eyes. “Very much,” she replied, her voice almost inaudible. Lowering her eyes to his
Shanaya recalled how the night had ended: with a kiss that was light and quick and yet so fulfilling. She wanted to seal that moment and keep it forever in her mind. “You’re tempting.”“I’m happy you’re not denying that,” Dhruv expressed, beaming. “Can you also agree that this is very comforting?” He drew her close until their breaths mingled. She nodded, her nose brushing against his. “But this isn’t what I should be doing right now,” she reasoned. “Who decides that?” Dhruv raised a brow, and continued in a low voice, “I think you’ll spend the rest of the day thinking about the offer.”“Let me prove you wrong,” she told him, making an impulsive decision. She called Shaheer as Dhruv watched her, mouth agape wondering what she was about to do. “I’m not coming today, Shaheer. I’ll see you directly on Monday,” she conveyed, her free hand caressing Dhruv’s back. As soon as the call ended, his lips collided with hers in a rough kiss. Shanaya could not help but smile and recovered soon
Kabir exhaled heavily and placed his elbows on the desk. “Okay,” he said in a way like he always did when it was not. "How old is Neil?" Shanaya sighed, remembering how that was the first question that had entered her mind when Dhruv had told her about the matter. "Twenty-three. He's five years older than us." "We should've known that they're more than friends, " he commented. "I admire how well he managed to keep it hidden though. And he already proposed!""A diamond ring," she said, trying to sound bored. Kabir regarded her with a look she did not understand. "Kirti would expect nothing less." Shanaya had just recited all that had gone down in the last few days, excluding particular details of the previous night. She was in his clinic, sitting across his table piled with reports and notepads and medicines and pens that lay astray. The view was distracting. Her hands itched. Discreetly, she picked another pen and placed it in the holder. Kabir’s eyes watched her action closely,
Driving in her new car, Shanaya recalled how she had been tormented the last few days. Now she did not need to pester those around her to lend her their cars. When she looked back, she blamed the presence of a certain someone for the delay in dealing with this matter. On her way back to the Arora mansion, she had stopped by the garage and given the mechanics a mouthful for being incapable of fixing her old car—although one could argue it was a little too old. Regardless, she had as much as told them to set it on fire for all she cared. But as soon as the words left her mouth, regret swooped in. Her father’s voice echoed in her mind: ‘No matter how rich you become, every penny will have the same worth. So spend judiciously, because you never know when the gods may turn on you for disrespecting the wealth they have blessed you with.’ He had hated it when people discarded things carelessly—things they had once craved and begged to own. Shanaya believed Dhiren Arora would have liked
No words left Suhala's mouth for what seemed like an eternity To Shanaya. But her gaze was unwavering, holding within them the threat of burning down mountains to dust. Her lips quivered as she took a step forward. "Is this a sick joke?" Her voice sounded constricted as if she had forced herself to speak. Shanaya frowned and shook her head softly. Her grandmother raised her chin, still considering the possibility of this being a farce before turning around abruptly.“He can marry her,” she said, startling Shanaya. But her next words brought her back to reality. “When I’m nothing but ashes.”“Please don’t say that,” Shanaya pleaded, reaching forward to place a hand on her arm but her grandmother flinched. "Yes. He can marry her when I'm dead." Suhala's voice was not stern, telling that she would not change her mind even if her life depended on it. "Dadi, we're talking about Neil… "There was a sharp increase in the pitch of her voice, "Anything that involves the Kapoors… ! My dear c
By the time Monday morning rolled in, Shanaya was tired beyond measure. This was very rare. If she could be very honest with herself she would admit that this was happening for the first time—the urge to stay back rather than attend work was strong. She had always been a workaholic and there was a good reason behind it. She knew how her mind conjured up the darkest of thoughts when it was unoccupied. Despite every nerve in her body pleading with her not to, she convinced herself to get out of bed that morning, even though it took more than a cup of coffee for that to happen. The bright daylight outside mocked her gloomy mood. To make things worse, she found the tire of her car flattened. She was sure she would lose a tooth or two from how she suppressed groaning at her state. Could it get any worse? she questioned herself rhetorically, silently fearing it could indeed happen. The aches in Shanaya’s body made themselves known as soon as she stepped out of the cab. Any sleep ha