Chapter 5
Meher stood frozen for a few seconds, her heart pounding against her ribcage like a warning bell. The wall behind her still felt warm where Aarav had caged her, his breath, his words, his eyes… they haunted her even after he walked away.
The words rang in her ears like a slap, echoing through her bones.
And then, her body moved before her mind could catch up—she turned and ran. Up the stairs. Through the hallway. Into her room. Slamming the door behind her as the silence of the villa swallowed her.
She didn’t realize she was crying until she looked in the mirror.
Her eyes were rimmed red, mascara smeared. A soft, broken sob escaped her lips. She didn’t want to cry. Not for him. Not for the man who looked at her like she was a sin and then blamed her for it.
Sliding down to the floor, she curled her knees into her chest, silent tears trickling down her cheeks. Her throat ached with everything she couldn’t say.
She wasn’t even sure what hurt more—the way he looked at her, or the way he tried so hard to look away.
A knock on her door jolted her.
Karan Sharma
*voice was low but concerned*
Meher Sharma
Shit- *She quickly wiped her face, rushing to the vanity and grabbing a tissue*
Meher Sharma
*her voice cracked*
Meher Sharma
-Just cramps. Bad ones.
There was a short pause, then a sigh.
Karan Sharma
I’ll get you something. Let me know if you need anything.
Meher Sharma
Thanks bhai. I'll be fine.
She heard his footsteps retreat, and her body slumped with the weight of relief and guilt.
But how could she tell her brother that the man he trusted more than anyone had looked at her like she was temptation itself… and then treated her like she was poison?
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, warming her bare shoulders as she stepped onto her balcony, clutching a cup of lukewarm coffee. She barely slept. Her head still throbbed, but her chest…
Ached in places she never knew existed until Aarav Malhotra came too close. Too close to her skin, her mind, her dreams.
Meher Sharma
*sipped the bitter coffee and leaned over the railing—and froze*
In the lawn below, dressed in a dark grey shirt rolled up at the sleeves, a phone in one hand, the other casually tucked into his pocket.
And yet he had touched her. Without laying a hand on her body last night, he had left fingerprints on her soul.
She didn’t move. Just stared. Hoping he wouldn’t look up.
Slowly. Like he felt her gaze. His eyes locked with hers, and for a split second—just a fraction of a heartbeat—his expression flickered.
As if he regretted what he said.
Or maybe that was just her desperate heart playing tricks.
Meher’s breath caught, and before she could even think, she turned on her heel and walked back inside. Her chest tight, her hands trembling.
She shut the door behind her and leaned against it.
His voice echoed again, like a scar reopening.
He warned her to stay away… but it was his eyes that kept pulling her closer.
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