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"You can't do this anymore, Adi. It's been two years," she murmured, her voice laden with weariness as she gazed out into the night.
"Who are you talking to?"
Startled by his sudden presence, she hastily ended the call and turned towards him, instinctively retreating a step as she took in his imposing figure. Arjun stood before her, an embodiment of power and allure, demanding answers with his mere presence.
"Who was on the call?" His voice, edged with danger, sliced through the tension that hung in the air.
"Why do you care?" she countered, her tone laced with defiance. His sudden interest baffled her, especially after weeks of silence. It's been weeks since he even looked at her for more than a few seconds. He had no right to ask her anything.
"Sara," he growled, taking a menacing step closer. His warning clear.
Caught off guard, she instinctively stepped back, only to realize she was teetering on the edge of the pool. Before she could lose her balance, Arjun's strong hand shot out, gripping hers firmly.
"Who sent the jewellery, Sara?" He asked as she still hung between the pool and it's edge.
"What's wrong with you? Pull me up!" she demanded, panic rising in her voice as she struggled to regain her footing.
"You tell me what I want to know, and I'll pull you up," he stated, his gaze unwavering as the others, in various states of inebriation, gathered behind him, to see what was happening. It was like free entertainment for them.
"No!" Defiance hardened her resolve, her refusal unwavering.
"Your call, Sweetheart," Arjun responded coolly before releasing his hold, sending her plunging into the icy depths below.
Emerging from the water, drenched and enraged, her fury palpable in the cold night air.
"I will kill you!" Her threat echoed into the darkness.
Arjun's laughter mingled with the chorus of amusement from their audience, a testament to the twisted dynamic of their interactions. "By all means. Go for it."
But the night held more surprises as Rishiv, fueled by alcohol and mischief, joined the fray, adding chaos to the already tumultuous scene.
With a shove towards Arjun and a splash, the balance shifted once more, laughter mingling with the splashing of water as Arjun emerged from under, looking as mad as Sara.
While they laughed, Rishiv walked up to Vivaan and Aarna and pushed them too as splashes of water droplets fell on him.
Amidst the chaos, Kashvi, remained the last bystander.
"No!" She warned as she turned around to run. But she moved only a few spaces before she found herself ensnared in Rishiv's grasp, her fate sealed as she was unceremoniously propelled towards the awaiting pool, her protests lost in the night.
Coming up from the water, Kashvi was drenched again for the second time that night, all thanks to her dear husband.
Ten minutes later, the poolside antics were but a chilly memory as the group retreated to the warmth of their rooms, each longing for the comfort of their own beds.
Kashvi's exhaustion weighed heavily upon her as she trudged towards their shared room, her only desire to escape into the solace of a hot shower and the embrace of sleep.
As the group dispersed, the air hung heavy with unspoken tension, the events of the evening leaving an indelible mark upon their collective consciousness.
Entering their room behind Rishiv, Kashvi's anticipation of a relaxing shower was dashed as he beat her to the bathroom, his presence an unwelcome obstacle in her path.
Banging on the door in frustration, she demanded entry, her annoyance palpable in the sharpness of her voice. "Get out! I wanted to go first," she barked, her patience wearing thin.
"It's not my fault you're slow, tiger," Rishiv quipped from the other side, his tone laced with amusement as he made no move to accommodate her request.
Undeterred, Kashvi persisted in her protests, the sound of her frustration echoing in the confines of the room until, finally, the rush of water signaled Rishiv's defiance.
Fed up with Rishiv's antics, Kashvi resolved to take matters into her own hands. With a bold decision, she shed her clothes, leaving behind the burdens of the evening as she stepped towards the bathroom door.
Turning the knob with a sense of anticipation, she breathed a sigh of relief as it yielded under her touch, the door swinging open to reveal her path.
Stepping inside, the warmth enveloped her, a soothing balm to the tensions that had plagued her throughout the night. With purposeful strides, she made her way to the shower stall.
Without hesitation, she stepped beneath the cascade, the sensation of warmth and water washing over her, erasing the stresses of the evening with each droplet that fell.
Caught off guard by Kashvi's sudden presence beside him in the shower stall, Rishiv's mind struggled to process the unexpected turn of events.
He had anticipated many possible reactions from her, but her naked form standing so boldly beside him was beyond anything he had imagined.
For a moment, he was frozen, his eyes widening in surprise as they traced the curves of her body, his gaze darkening with intensity as he took in every inch of her exposed skin. The grey of his eyes seemed to deepen into a rich, velvety black, reflecting the swirling emotions that churned within him.
Unable to tear his gaze away, he found himself captivated by the sight before him, his senses overwhelmed by the proximity of her warmth and the allure of her presence.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still as he grappled with the intensity of his reaction, his thoughts consumed by the woman who stood so boldly beside him.
"What are you doing here?" Rishiv's voice emerged as a barely audible whisper, his eyes transfixed on Kashvi's naked form, unable to tear away from the captivating sight before him.
As the heat of the shower enveloped them, his body responded instinctively, his arousal stirring beneath the surface, a potent mixture of desire and restraint.
"A shower?" Kashvi's nonchalant response only served to fuel the fire raging within him, her casual demeanor at odds with the palpable tension that hung between them.
With deliberate movements, she lathered body wash onto her skin, her touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through Rishiv's veins.
He knew her game, knew that she was baiting him with every deliberate gesture, and yet, he found himself powerless to resist. As she massaged the fragrant suds into her skin, each movement a tantalizing invitation, Rishiv's resolve wavered, his control slipping away in the face of overwhelming temptation.
The smell of her Apple scented body wash entered his nose, breaking more of his resolve.
His body betrayed him, the ache of desire building to a fever pitch, every fiber of his being yearning for the forbidden pleasure that lay just within reach. In that moment, all thoughts of restraint vanished, consumed by the raw, primal need that pulsed through him, driving him to the brink of surrender.
"Do you want me to take care of that for you?" Kashvi's words hung in the air, a daring challenge laced with temptation as she nodded towards the undeniable evidence of Rishiv's arousal. Despite her resolve to keep her distance, a flicker of appreciation for his cock stirred within her, momentarily overshadowing her animosity. It was long and thick and looked fucking amazing causing her to subconsciously close her legs to stop the heat from going.
Rishiv's breath caught in his throat at her audacious suggestion, his body thrumming with desire as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of overwhelming temptation. The ache of longing intensified with each passing moment, his need for release growing more urgent by the second.
"I have one condition." She stated as she kneeled infront of him. "You're not going to touch me. I'll do what you want me to do. But if you touch, I'll move back,"
His lust for her took over as he nodded his head in a yes.
Hesitantly, she grips the base of his cock. Her warm, wet mouth on his sent shivers of pleasure all over his body, his brain on sensory overload.
Sliding her tongue over and around she takes the entirety of him in. Her tongue going under as she gently sucks and licks.
He hit the back of her throat and still had a little of him left. Her gag reflexes kicked in as tears gathered in her eyes. He pulled back to let her breath before he went back in again at full force.
Taking the left of his cock in her hand, she moved up and down, her hands working in sync with her mouth.
His groans of pleasure only added more to the fire, her pussy throbbing with a need. Is it possible to orgasm without touching yourself? She thought.
"I'm close," Rishiv groaned, she could feel him grow bigger and harder inside her mouth and just a moment before he could cum, she pulls away and stands up.
Rishiv's eyes open as they look at her in utter confusion as she stood under the water for a minute before turning towards him.
"That, is for throwing me in the pool. Twice."
Only she knew how much restraint it took her to stop.
As Kashvi turned to leave, a sudden grip on her neck halted her movement, yanking her back to face Rishiv with a forceful tug. Their bodies were now mere inches apart, the crackling tension between them palpable as they stood locked in a silent battle of wills.
"Well played, tiger. Well played," Rishiv's voice, low and husky, brushed against her lips as he spoke, the tantalizing proximity sending shivers down her spine. With each passing second, the distance between them narrowed, the magnetic pull drawing them closer to the precipice of desire.
And then, with a final breathless moment suspended in time, Rishiv released her, allowing Kashvi to slip from his grasp as she made her hasty exit from the room.
Left alone, Rishiv turned towards the shower, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips as he adjusted the settings to cold water, the rush of icy liquid serving as a stark reminder of the fleeting moment of passion that had passed between them. With a sigh, he allowed the chilling cascade to wash over him, the frigid embrace a stark contrast to the scorching heat of desire that still lingered in the air.
5 minutes later, he was spurting his juices on to the tiles in front of him. Now that he knew how well her mouth worked, he wanted more. And more. The need to claim her and break her grew in him as the cold water trailed down.
Minutes later, he walked back into the bedroom to see Kashvi sprawled on the bed in one of her knight gowns. It was silk, black and reached her knees. The bulge in his pants started again. Silently adjusting it, turned of the lights and got into bed.
Rishiv's senses jolted awake as something wet splashed across his face, jarring him from his deep slumber. Instinct took over as he reached for the knife on the bedside table, his body reacting before his mind had fully processed the situation.
With a swift motion, the blade found its target, pressing against the intruder's throat in a reflexive gesture of self-defense.
It was only then, as his eyes snapped open, that Rishiv realized the figure before him was none other than Kashvi, her wide-eyed expression betraying the fear that gripped her.
"OMG!" Her voice trembled with fear as she recoiled from the blade.
"Get it away from me," Kashvi's voice was urgent, her hands pushing against the knife as she retreated, putting distance between herself and the weapon.
"What the fuck did you do?" Rishiv's voice was laced with annoyance as he took in the scene before him, his confusion mirrored in the dampness that clung to his t-shirt and the remnants of moisture that lingered on the bed.
"You made me go in the pool with my clothes on. I was getting back at you," Kashvi's response was tinged with defiance as she reached up to soothe the burn of the blade against her throat, the remnants of their earlier encounter still simmering beneath the surface.
"Wasn't denying me an orgasm not enough revenge for you?" Rishiv's voice cut through the lingering tension, his incredulity evident as he began to peel off his damp t-shirt.
"What are you doing?" Kashvi's question hung in the air, her confusion evident as she watched him shed his clothing.
"My clothes are wet. I can't sleep like this, can I?" Rishiv's tone dripped with sarcasm as he continued to divest himself of the damp fabric.
"Then go change in the closet," Kashvi suggested, her voice tinged with exasperation as she settled back onto the bed.
"Too lazy. And I'm comfortable like this," Rishiv's response was flippant as he moved to extinguish the lights, plunging the room into darkness.
As the last traces of light faded, a heavy silence descended upon them, punctuated only by the steady rhythm of their breathing. In the dimness, they lay side by side, each enveloped in their own thoughts, the unspoken tension between them lingering in the darkness like a silent specter.
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Aarna went to take a shower first, leaving Vivaan alone on the balcony, lost in his own thoughts as he surveyed the sprawling property before him. The tranquil moment was shattered by the incessant chiming of notifications, pulling him back to reality.
Curiosity piqued, Vivaan approached the bedside table where Aarna's phone lay, its screen aglow with incoming messages. As he reached for the device, a voice within him cautioned against invading her privacy, reminding him of the potential consequences of such actions.
"Don't invade her privacy. She won't like it, Vivaan," the internal admonishment echoed in his mind, causing him to hesitate.
Just as he was about to return the phone untouched, another message flashed across the screen, catching his eye with its enigmatic content.
Unknown: Did you receive my gift, my muse?
The message sent a jolt of confusion coursing through Vivaan, his mind racing with questions and apprehensions. Who was this sender, and what gift were they referring to? The cryptic nature of the message left him grappling for answers, his thoughts consumed by the unsettling realization that there may be secrets lurking beneath the surface of their seemingly idyllic existence.
Despite the nagging voice of caution, Vivaan's curiosity got the better of him as he scrolled through Aarna's phone, his eyes scanning the multitude of messages and images that filled the screen. With each swipe, his heart sank deeper into a pit of despair as he uncovered a disturbing truth hidden beneath the surface of their relationship.
The pictures of Aarna, innocent snapshots of her taken on different days, now seemed tainted by the knowledge of their origin. As he delved deeper into the text conversations, his worst fears were confirmed, laid bare in the cruel words exchanged between Aarna and the unknown sender.
He witnessed firsthand the desperation in Aarna's pleas for the sender to leave her alone, to stop the unwanted advances that had invaded her privacy and shattered her sense of security. His blood boiled with rage as he read the vile and disgusting messages sent by the sender, each word a venomous assault on Aarna's dignity and self-worth.
In that moment, a fire ignited within Vivaan, fueled by a righteous fury that burned brighter with each passing second. The betrayal of trust, the violation of privacy, and the dehumanizing treatment of Aarna filled him with an overwhelming sense of rage and indignation.
With trembling hands, he clenched the phone tightly, his mind racing with a torrent of emotions as he grappled with the weight of what he had uncovered.
As Aarna emerged from the shower, her heart sank at the sight of Vivaan's rigid posture and the accusatory glint in his eyes. Something had shifted in the air, a palpable tension that threatened to suffocate them both.
"Vivaan?" Her voice trembled with uncertainty as she approached him, her apprehension mounting with each step.
Turning to face her, Vivaan's expression was a mask of controlled fury, his silence speaking volumes as he held out her phone for her to see.
"What is all this?" His voice was laced with a raw intensity, demanding answers that she wasn't ready to give.
Aarna's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing to find a way to explain the messages that had been laid bare before him. But before she could formulate a response, Vivaan's words cut through the air with a force that left her reeling.
"What. Is. It?" His tone brooked no argument, his demand hanging heavy in the space between them.
Tears welled up in Aarna's eyes as she struggled to find the words to explain, to justify the secrets she had kept hidden for so long. She hadn't wanted him to know, hadn't wanted to burden him with her pain. But now, faced with the undeniable truth of her suffering, she realized that her silence had only served to deepen the chasm between them.
"I...I didn't want you to know," she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper as she met his gaze with a mixture of fear and regret. "I was trying to handle it on my own, to make it stop before you ever found out."
"I want you to tell me everything, okay?" Vivaan's voice softened, his tone a stark contrast to the earlier anger that had consumed him. He reached out to her, his touch gentle as he wiped away the tears that stained her cheeks. It pained him to see her cry, to know that she had endured such suffering in silence.
"I'm going to go get changed... And when I come back... We'll talk... Hmm?"
With a nod, Aarna silently acquiesced, her voice choked with emotion as she struggled to find the words to express the depths of her pain.
Alone on the balcony, Aarna sank into a sea of thoughts, the weight of her secrets heavy upon her heart. She was lost in the tumult of her emotions.
Taking his place beside her, Vivaan stood in silent solidarity, his gaze fixed on the horizon as they shared a moment of quiet contemplation. And then, with a deep breath, Aarna began to speak, her voice barely above a whisper as she recounted the harrowing ordeal that had plagued her for the past months.
As Aarna poured out her heart, recounting every painful detail of the torment she had endured, Vivaan's fury simmered beneath the surface, a raging inferno held at bay by sheer force of will. The magnitude of her suffering ignited a firestorm of rage within him, threatening to consume him whole. But he held himself in check, his grip on his emotions ironclad as he listened to her words.
"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice crackled with an edge of danger, his question hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud.
For a moment, silence reigned between them, the weight of unspoken words pressing down upon them both. Vivaan didn't expect her to answer, didn't anticipate the raw vulnerability that seeped into her whispered response.
"I didn't want to burden you with my problems. They're not worth it. I'm not worth it," Aarna's words cut through the silence like a knife, their painful truth piercing Vivaan's heart with a sharp pang of anguish.
In that moment, something inside him shifted, a swell of emotion threatening to overwhelm him as he grappled with the weight of her self-doubt. She wasn't supposed to feel like that, wasn't supposed to question her own worth. And yet, here she was, bearing the weight of her suffering alone, convinced that she was undeserving of help or support.
He wanted to tell her that she was worth it. That she was the only worthy thing in his entire life. That her worth wasn't measured by mere mortals around her.
Unable to find the words to ease her pain, Vivaan lapsed into silence, his gaze fixed ahead as they both sought solace in the tranquility of the scene before them.
"I'll take care of whoever it is. I'll find out. But I don't ever want you to hide something from me again, Iris," Vivaan's voice broke the silence, his words carrying a solemn promise wrapped in determination.
"Iris?" Aarna's confusion was evident, her voice tinged with uncertainty at the sudden use of the unfamiliar name.
Vivaan paused, his gaze softening as he looked at her. 'The only color in my life. The only faith and hope.' he thought to himself.
"Promise me you won't hide anything again," he urged, deflecting her question as they began to make their way back to the room.
"Okay," Aarna agreed, her voice a whisper in the darkness as they walked side by side.
That night, as Aarna drifted into sleep, Vivaan remained awake, consumed by the task that lay before him. With meticulous determination, he sifted through every message sent to her, committing each one to memory with unwavering focus. By the next morning, he could recite them all with chilling precision, a testament to the depth of his resolve to protect her at all costs.
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Back in their room, Sara turned towards Arjun, her eyes ablaze with anger, the intensity of her gaze captivating even in her fury. Brown eyes that held a warmth and beauty that could ensnare anyone who dared to meet them.
"What is wrong with you?" she barked, her frustration palpable as she repeated the question for the second time that night.
"Who sent you the jewelry?" Arjun countered, his tone firm as he ignored her inquiry.
“Why do you care!? Why do you fucking care?” Sara's voice cracked with emotion, her anger boiling over as she confronted him. She was tired of his relentless interrogation, tired of being treated like a possession rather than a partner. She deserved better, and she wasn't afraid to demand it.
"You're my wife! I deserve to know if some fucker keeps calling you and sending you gifts," Arjun stated, his words a declaration of possession as he closed the distance between them.
Sara's heart pounded in her chest, torn between the desire to lash out and the need to protect herself from the storm brewing within him. But as she met his gaze, she saw not just anger, but a flicker of something deeper, something that she couldn't figure out.
"You have no right to call me your wife," Sara shouted in anger, her frustration boiling over as she struggled to contain the storm raging within her.
"You. Are. My. Wife. And I have every right to call you that," Arjun countered, his voice dripping with fury as he stood mere meters away, the tension between them crackling like electricity in the air.
"No! You don't get to do that. You don't get to call me your wife when you kiss me one night then ignore me like I'm some casual hookup the next," Sara's voice trembled with disbelief, her words a damning indictment of the tumultuous state of their relationship.
Arjun was left speechless for a moment, his mind racing as he grappled with Sara's accusation. "You're not a casual hookup," he finally managed to utter, his voice tinged with a hint of calm amidst the storm of emotions.
"Well, I definitely feel like one," Sara retorted, her frustration evident as she turned to storm out of the room. But before she could take more than a few steps, a strong hand shot out and wrapped around her elbow, pulling her back with surprising force.
Caught off guard, Sara found herself face to face with Arjun's chest, her gaze involuntarily drawn upward to meet his eyes. In that moment, she hated that she wasn't wearing heels, the lack of height leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in his presence.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to maintain her composure, the proximity between them sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. Despite her anger and frustration, there was an undeniable pull, a magnetic attraction that lingered between them, refusing to be ignored.
"I'll ask you this one last time, Sara. Who was it?" Arjun's voice was edged with impatience, his frustration simmering beneath the surface as he sought answers.
"Go fuck yourself," Sara shot back, her defiance evident as she attempted to pull away from his grasp, only to find herself ensnared by his unyielding grip.
"Sara," Arjun's warning was a low growl, the tension between them palpable as he struggled to contain the tempest raging within him. He knew he was teetering on the edge, on the brink of losing control and saying or doing something he would inevitably regret come morning. But in that moment, all he could feel was the searing intensity of his emotions, threatening to consume him whole.
"I knew marrying you was a bad decision," Arjun muttered under his breath, his words laced with bitterness and regret. Though spoken softly, they cut through the air like a knife, slicing through the fragile threads of their relationship.
"What did you say?" Sara's voice rang out, sharp with hurt and disbelief as she demanded clarification.
Arjun didn't back down, his anger fueling his words as he unleashed the full force of his frustration. "Marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life. All you are is a burden to me!" he spat, his tone venomous with resentment.
The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a painful reminder of their fractured bond. For Sara, listening to Arjun speak of their marriage as a mistake felt like a hundred gunshots piercing her heart, the impact reverberating through her with agonizing clarity.
"If you regret it so much, why don't you just divorce me?!?" Sara's voice wavered, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled to maintain her composure. Despite her efforts to control the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her, she found herself unable to stem the tide as tears streamed down her cheeks, betraying the depth of her pain.
It was at that moment that Arjun's words came crashing down around him, the weight of his actions hitting him with crushing clarity. In the heat of anger, he had let his emotions override his better judgment, lashing out in a moment of unchecked fury. Now, as he watched Sara's hurt-filled glare, he felt a pang of regret wash over him, a bitter taste of remorse settling in the pit of his stomach.
"Sara-" he began, his voice tinged with remorse as he reached out to her, but she cut him off with a steely glare, her eyes brimming with pain and betrayal.
"Don't—Just don't," she uttered, her voice heavy with emotion as she pushed herself away from him with a force that left him reeling. This time, he didn't try to stop her, didn't reach out to pull her back. He simply watched in silence as she walked away, her departure leaving behind a palpable sense of emptiness in the space between them. And as the door closed behind her, Arjun was left alone with his thoughts, grappling with the consequences of his actions and the irreparable damage he had done.
He didn't think when he spoke. He just wanted her to feel even an inch of what he felt.
Alone in the garden, Sara sank onto the swing, the weight of Arjun's words heavy upon her heart. How could he have said such things? Throughout her life, she had grappled with feelings of unworthiness, of being unwanted and useless. In him, she had hoped to find solace, to believe that she was deserving of love and acceptance. But his cruel words shattered that fragile illusion, leaving her feeling more broken and alone than ever before.
As she rocked back and forth on the swing, her mind churned with relentless thoughts, each one a painful reminder of her insecurities and doubts. Was it her fault? Was she truly beyond repair, destined to be abandoned and rejected by those she held dear?
Hours passed in a blur as Sara wrestled with her emotions, her face stained with tears and her eyes swollen with exhaustion.
Eventually, the weight of her sorrow became too much to bear, and she succumbed to sleep, her troubled dreams haunted by echoes of Arjun's hurtful words. In that moment of vulnerability, she was alone with her pain, her heartache a silent testament to the wounds that ran deep within her soul.
As the next morning dawned, Arjun and Rishiv prepared to depart for Hyderabad, their minds consumed by the looming business meeting ahead. Sara, still reeling from the previous night's confrontation, felt a sense of relief wash over her at the prospect of not having to face Arjun again so soon. She knew she couldn't bear the weight of another emotional breakdown, not when her heart still ached with the wounds of his hurtful words.
As they bid their farewells and headed out the door, Sara couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the relief she felt in his absence. She knew that his departure meant a temporary respite from the turmoil that had consumed their relationship, but she also couldn't shake the sense of emptiness that lingered in his wake.
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It had been three days since Arjun had left for his trip to Hyderabad, and today was the day of his expected return. Sara found herself preoccupied with thoughts of how to avoid him upon his arrival. She didn't think she could face him after all that had happened, though she knew it wasn't her fault; it was his. However, she still lacked the energy to confront him. Alone in her office, she tried to bury herself in work to distract herself from the impending encounter.
Just as she was lost in her thoughts, her assistant's voice interrupted her reverie. "Ma'am? There's Mr. Vivaan Singhania here to see you," the assistant announced.
Sara motioned for her assistant to bring Vivaan in, feeling a sense of relief at the prospect of a welcome distraction from her apprehension about Arjun's return. As Vivaan entered her office, Sara couldn't help but notice the concern etched into his features. Despite her attempts to mask her emotions, she knew that her turmoil was written plainly across her face.
"Viv? What's wrong?" Sara inquired, her voice filled with genuine concern as she observed the troubled expression on Vivaan's face. Though he was typically adept at concealing his emotions and thoughts, she could sense that something was amiss from the raw vulnerability reflected in his gaze.
"There has been a blast," Vivaan stated, his words sending a chill down Sara's spine as confusion clouded her thoughts.
"Okay...?" Sara responded, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Why was Vivaan so visibly shaken by a blast? Unless...
"Arjun and Rishiv were on their way back from the airport when their car blasted with them inside it," Vivaan explained, his words hanging heavy in the air as Sara's heart plummeted into her stomach.
The news hit her like a ton of bricks, and she felt her legs give out beneath her as she collapsed back into her chair, her mind reeling with disbelief and horror at the thought of Arjun and Rishiv.
HELLO LOVES!!!
How'd you like the chapter? Also the ending?
This is by far the longest chapter with over 5700+ words.
Also the half smut? I've never written it so tell me what you think about it..
Also I tried a new writing style for this chapter??!
Also I'm doing a q and a with the questions sent to me on messages/dms and comments so...
Q: Will there be another book after this?
A: Yes! It's called Shadows and Secrets 💌
Q: What's the age gap between each couple?
A: 3 years between Sara and Arjun. 6 years between Aarna and Vivaan. And a whopping 1 year between Kashvi and Rishiv.
Q: Will the character Ranvijay from one of the chapters get a book?
A: Shadows and Secrets is the next book in the series about him :)
Q: What are the tropes of the next book?
A: Billionaire Romance; Grumpy x Sunshine; Boy Obsessed; Forbidden Love; Slight Age Gap;
Q: Favourite couple?
A: Sara and Arjun are my OTP. I absolutely love writing them.
Q: Who is the Adi, Sara was on the phone with?
A: 🤫 It's a secret. You'll have to read to find out.
Q: Is there going to be a cheating trope in Whispers and Crosses?
A: Nope.
Q: How many chapters are there in Whispers and Crosses?
A: Currently I have no clue. I'm just writing and writing so I don't really have an approx number.
Q: We know Rishiv calls Kashvi, Tiger, but what do the others call their partners?
A: Like said Rishiv calls Kashvi, Tiger. Arjun calls Sara, Sweetheart and Vivaan is going to call Aarna, Iris.
Q: If you had to give your characters a colour, what would it be?
A: Sara and Arjun are Blue/Grey. Aarna and Vivaan are Green/Black and Kashvi Rishiv are Brown/White. That's just my current opinion. Everyone's colour except for Arjun Sara changes every other day.
Q: Who is the FMC in the next book?
A: Annika Rajvansh nee Mathur.
Q: Whispers and Crosses playlist?
A: Pehla Pyaar— Vishal Mishra
Besabriyaan— Armaan Malik
Kho Gaye— Taaruk Raina
Lambiya Judaiyan— Bilal Saeed
Baby Won't You Tell Me— Shweta Mohan
Rangisaari— Kanishk Seth
Masth Magan— Arijit Singh
Ranjha— Jasleen Royal
Agar Tum Saath Ho— Alka Yagnik
Q: Will the couples have kids in this book?
A: Maybe. Maybe Not. That's for the future for you to read 😌
Hope you liked this chapter!
Have a great week:)