Desired To Be Yours (Part 1) ✔️

Chapter 37

Today Daksh will speak and won't shut up ever! His patience level in this chapter is nothing less than a surprise.

Daksh rubs his face with his palm, exhaling in frustration. He doesn't understand her. It's only been a week, and she's already irritated with him. No matter what he does, conflict seems inevitable. Sometimes it's his insecurity, sometimes it's his emotions, and sometimes it's just him.

He's willing to change, but what part of him is the problem? How is he supposed to fix something when she won't even tell him what's broken.

Leaning against the wall, his mind swirls with confusion. But when he looks at her, all thoughts scatter. His heart clenches at the sight of her tears, silent and steady as they carve a path down her cheeks.

Taking a deep breath, he moves toward her, his steps slow but sure. watching, waiting, trying to anticipate her next move.

Then, just as he feared, another object flies his way—a hotel diary this time. He flinches, stepping back instinctively.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry, for whoever else did that to you." The words slip out, desperate, uncertain.

But that only breaks her into more sobs. She pushes away her tears, her red-rimmed eyes burning into him.

"You don't even know what your mistake is." Her voice is thick with emotion, but the blame in it cuts through him like a knife.

He swallows hard. He's trying. God, he's trying. But with every step he takes toward her, she pushes him two steps away as he's undeserving to her problems.

Despite her resistance, Daksh takes the lead. His arms encircle her waist, holding her firmly, trying to keep her close. But she's stubborn, unyielding. She pulls herself back against his chest, her palms pressing hard, refusing to give in.

"What happened?" His voice is calmer now, laced with patience. He captures her hands in his, one hand keeping her still while the other gently cups her face. "We were doing just fine in the morning."

She struggles, twisting against his hold, but he doesn't let go. Her breath trembles as she averts her gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes. "You wouldn't understand," she murmurs.

Would she tell him about Aahil? Or should she talk about something else like about them?

Daksh leans in, resting his forehead against hers, and she stills. Their heartbeats sync, drumming together in the quiet room like the lingering notes of a sitar. "Then help me understand," he exhales softly, his breath warm against her cheek. "How can I know what's wrong if you won't talk to me?"

He hesitates before continuing, voice laced with quiet desperation. "I know I must have annoyed you. Maybe I – I don't know how to handle this sudden attachment. But trust me, I'm trying."

Something shifts in her. The tension in her shoulders eases as she allows herself a moment in his warmth. But then, with a quiet sigh, she steps back. He releases her, watching as she moves away and sits on the bed.