Velvet Nights & Jealous Eyes
Setting: College Campus | One Month Later
Lectures. Assignments. Group projects. Library hours.
But beneath all the routine, a quiet distance stretched between Siyara and Yuvraj—tight, stretched, and unresolved.
She saw him in class.
He saw her in corridors.
They existed in orbit.
Always near.
Never close.
Until the Fresher’s Party.
Setting: College Grounds | Fresher’s Night
The campus had never looked like this before.
Fairy lights draped from trees like glowing veins. The stage pulsed with deep bass. Fragrance of roses, food, and warm bodies filled the night air.
Siyara Banerjee, wrapped in a midnight black net saree, delicate silver embroidery tracing her curves like whispers. Her back was bare—only a thin string holding the blouse together. Her waves were soft, bouncing with every step. She wasn’t trying to steal attention.
Even the music seemed to hush when she walked in.
Abhinash Oberoi
(appearing beside her):
“You might want to warn people before walking in like that.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(smirking softly):
“I was told it’s a party, not a funeral.”
Abhinash Oberoi
*He laughed, stunned by how she could look so serene while setting hearts on fire.*
And somewhere in the corner, against the stone pillar near the drinks counter—Yuvraj watched.
Black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, with black blazer.
His hands in his pockets, eyes locked only on her.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She didn’t look at him.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*But she felt him.*
A slow number began. The crowd dimmed into soft movements.
Abhinash pulled her into the sway.
Abhinash Oberoi
*His hand rested lightly on her waist*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*but her eyes kept flickering toward that shadowed pillar.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*And he was still there.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He didn’t smile.
Didn’t move.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*Just drank her in like a sin he hadn’t yet committed.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*One moment she was with Abhinash.*
The next, a palm slid around her waist from behind.
Warm. Firm. Familiar.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(breathing near her ear):
“He’s holding you like you’re fragile.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(whispering, tense):
“I’m not.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(low, dark):
“I know. I’ve felt it.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*Her breath caught.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He stepped in front of her now, slow and deliberate, facing her fully.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“Dance with me.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She hesitated.*
But her body betrayed her.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He took her hand, pulled her close—his chest against hers, her back curving with the rhythm.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*His hand slid down her bare back, fingertips brushing the edge of her waist where saree met skin.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She flinched, but didn’t move away.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“You wore this to destroy me, didn’t you?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(breathless):
“I didn’t wear it for you.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“Then why am I the only one who can’t look away?”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
*He leaned in, nose grazing her cheek, his breath warm against her jaw.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*Siyara’s fingers clutched his shirt.
Not in protest.
But to stay upright.*
The world around them disappeared.
Only the heat of his palm on her back.
Only the ache in her stomach.
Only the way his lips brushed—barely—against her earlobe.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She was trembling.
Not from fear.
From want.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(deep, raw):
“I’ll stop. Just say it. Say you don’t want me.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She couldn’t say it.*
Because it would be a lie.
He stepped back, hand lingering on her waist a moment longer than necessary.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(grinning darkly):
“Thought so.”
And he walked away—leaving her breathless, ruined, and burning in a saree that suddenly felt too thin for the fire inside her.
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