Beinteha : Worship of Love
EP 8
[Ishaan sat in the lounge, arms crossed, still fuming.]
Ishaan Rajput/Fl cousin
(muttering): I know what I saw…
[rikhvik plopped down beside him, sipping chai with a smirk.]
Rikhvik Rajput/ Fl cousin
(mocking): Still on that Lakshita-has-a-boyfriend theory?
Ishaan Rajput/Fl cousin
(groaning): It’s not a theory! I saw it with my own eyes!
Rikhvik Rajput/ Fl cousin
(grinning): Dude, maybe it was Neha's driver?
Ishaan Rajput/Fl cousin
(deadpan): Driver?! Have you ever seen a driver who looks like a Bollywood hero?!
[Ishwarya walked in just in time to hear that, raising an amused eyebrow.]
Ishwarya Rajput/Fl cousin
(teasing): Bollywood hero? Are you crushing on this mystery guy now?
Ishaan Rajput/Fl cousin
(frustrated):SHUT UP 😡
[As his cousins burst out laughing, Ishaan glared at them, swearing to himself—he would find out the truth.]
[The warm golden glow of candlelight flickered over the elegantly set table. Soft instrumental music played in the background, setting the perfect mood. A light breeze from the open balcony doors carried the scent of roses and the distant hum of city life. Lakshita sat across from Suvahan, watching him as he poured wine into their glasses, his movements effortlessly smooth, as always.]
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(smirking, handing her a glass): Staring at me again, are you?
Lakshita Rajput/FL
(rolling her eyes, taking the glass): Please, I was just admiring the food.
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(mock hurt): Ouch. Here I thought you’d missed me.
Lakshita Rajput/FL
(pretending to think): Hmm… I did miss you. But this pasta? This looks heavenly.
[Suvahan let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head.]
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
Fine, fine. Let’s eat before you start romancing the food instead of me
[Lakshita giggled, twirling her fork into her pasta while he took a sip of his wine. The conversation flowed effortlessly between bites—teasing, stolen glances, and playful nudges. It felt like no time had passed between them, like they were back to their old ways despite the years apart.]
Lakshita Rajput/FL
(pouting): I’m still mad at you, you know.
Lakshita Rajput/FL
You left me here alone ,while you had your London fancy life!
[Suvahan shook his head in amusement, reaching across the table to take her hand in his. His thumb brushed over her knuckles gently.]
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(softly): No distance could ever make me forget you, Lakshita.
[Her breath hitched slightly, but before she could respond, the music changed—a soft, slow tune filling the air.]
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(grinning, standing up): Perfect timing.
Lakshita Rajput/FL
(raising an eyebrow): For what?
[Suvahan extended his hand toward her.]
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(teasing): A dance, of course. Or do you need a formal invitation?
Lakshita Rajput/FL
(smirking): I don’t dance.
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(mocking disbelief): You don’t dance? What about that one time—
Lakshita Rajput/FL
(cutting him off, glaring): That doesn’t count.
[Suvahan chuckled but didn’t lower his hand. After a moment of hesitation, Lakshita sighed dramatically and placed her hand in his.]
Lakshita Rajput/FL
(grumbling): Fine. But if you step on my feet, I’m never dancing with you again.
[Suvahan pulled her up smoothly, his other hand settling on her waist, guiding her to the center of the room. The soft red and golden hues of the dim lights made everything feel intimate, surreal.]
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(murmuring): Trust me, I’d rather die than ruin our first dance in years.
[The music swelled, and he began moving effortlessly, leading her in a slow, rhythmic sway. Lakshita followed, her fingers tightening slightly around his as she focused on his movements. She wasn’t exactly a dancer, but with Suvahan, it felt easy—natural.]
Lakshita Rajput/FL
(softly, looking up at him): When did you get so good at this?
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(smirking): Years of practice.
Lakshita Rajput/FL
(mocking): Practicing with who?
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(grinning, pulling her closer): Jealous?
Lakshita Rajput/FL
Yes I am 😾
[Suvahan chuckled, spinning her unexpectedly, making her gasp before pulling her back into his arms.]
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(whispering near her ear): Don’t worry, sweetheart. No one could ever replace you.
[Heat crept up Lakshita’s neck, but she masked it with a scoff.]
Lakshita Rajput/FL
(trying to sound unaffected): You’re such a flirt.
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(grinning, twirling her again): if you say this is flirting then you don't know what's flirting.
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
My shy baby *lightly kiss her lips*(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
[As the music slowed, they came to a gentle stop, their faces inches apart. The air between them grew heavier, the silence speaking louder than words. Lakshita could feel his breath fanning against her lips, her heart racing at an uncontrollable pace.]
Suvahan Rajvansh/ML
(softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear): This… this is what I missed the most.
Lakshita Rajput/FL
(whispering, unable to look away): What?
[Her breath hitched, and for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe in this moment, in them. No past, no distance, no secrets—just them, dancing in the glow of a love that never faded.]
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