Chapter 2
The music still echoed in Meher’s ears long after the party had ended. The way Aarav looked at her — as if he could read every silent scream inside her — kept playing on a loop in her head.
She paced in her room, pulling the pins out of her hair, the waves falling around her face like a curtain
Meher Sharma
*She muttered, trying to shake off the images of his eyes. His voice*
Karan’s best friend.
Off-limits.
But temptation never followed rules.
Karan Sharma
Wake up, lazy girl!!!
Karan Sharma
*banged on her bedroom door*
Meher Sharma
*Meher groaned*
Meher Sharma
It’s 9 a.m. on a Sunday. Can’t a girl sleep?
Karan Sharma
You promised to help with the pool setup! Aarav’s coming over too, and—
The moment he said Aarav’s name, her heart skipped. She cursed herself for the involuntary flutter.
Meher Sharma
*Heart beating fast*
Meher Sharma
I’ll be down in 10
She didn’t even bother with too much makeup — just kajal, lip tint, and a messy ponytail. Yet she paused before the mirror longer than necessary.
Meher Sharma
Stop acting like he’s someone
*she whispered*
Downstairs, Aarav was already there, standing shirtless by the pool. Laughing with Karan. So casual. So confident.
And then his eyes found hers.
Meher Sharma
*tore her gaze away*
Meher Sharma
*pretending to inspect the flower pots*
But she could feel his stare — not creepy, not overbearing — just… consuming.
Aarav Malhotra
You coming to help or just supervise?
Aarav Malhotra
*he called out*
Meher Sharma
*She raised an eyebrow*
Meher Sharma
I don’t touch hoses or wires. I supervise with style.
Aarav Malhotra
*He smirked*
Aarav Malhotra
Noted, Princess
Karan Sharma
* looked between them*
Karan Sharma
You two getting along now?
Karan Sharma
Yesterday she said you were rude.
Aarav Malhotra
*Aarav raised a brow*
Aarav Malhotra
I was rude?
Meher Sharma
*Folded her arms *
Meher Sharma
You kinda were.
Aarav Malhotra
*stepped closer, just enough to make her breath catch*
Aarav Malhotra
You kinda liked it.
Meher Sharma
*heart racing fast*
Aarav Malhotra
*walked off*
Meher was alone on the terrace, sketchbook in hand, half-heartedly doodling. Her mind wasn’t on her art. It was on that smirk. That voice. That maddening confidence.
She barely heard the door click open.
Aarav Malhotra
Figured you’d be up here
Meher Sharma
You’re following me now?
Aarav Malhotra
Please !!!! *scoffed*
Aarav Malhotra
Your brother sent me to look for the ice bucket. But you’re clearly more interesting
Meher Sharma
* rolled her eyes*
Meher Sharma
Do you ever turn it off?
Meher Sharma
this side of yours
Meher Sharma
The weird one
Aarav Malhotra
* walked toward her*
Aarav Malhotra
*More serious now*
Aarav Malhotra
Why do you hate me already?
Meher Sharma
I don't hate you
Aarav Malhotra
*Nodded slowly*
Aarav Malhotra
But I scare you.
Meher Sharma
*Her voice dropped to a whisper*
Meher Sharma
You don’t scare me.
Aarav Malhotra
*stepping so close she could see the flecks of gold in his eyes*
Aarav Malhotra
Because I don’t plan to disappear anytime soon.
Aarav Malhotra
*he walked off taking the bucket from the terrace*
Meher Sharma
What's wrong with him
Aarav Malhotra
I heard you , Princess
Aarav Malhotra
*looked at her and smirked *
Meher Sharma
*covering her face with her palms *
Meher Sharma
Oh goddd!! Why am I fuckiñg blushing now
*she muttered*
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