Destined With You ~ 1
Aarohi X Vihaan
AAROHI DESHMUKH
Aarohi is 25 years old. She is beautiful, humourous and loving. But also rude, arrogant and egoistic. She is a Fashion Designer. She is the founder and CEO of her own company, named Chic Coutur...
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A A R O H I
“No reason. Just making conversation.” Vihaan said.
You don't ask casual questions, Vihaan,” I said, my voice firm. "You always have an agenda. And–” I cuts myself.
“Say it.” He demanded.
I shook my head negatively. “I don't want to.”
I wanted to say but I refused. I want to ask him what he was doing with that girl? Did you both are dating each other? And if yes, then since when?
But I keep those questions to myself. Because I already know the answer, I don't want to ask and hurt myself hearing his words.
My frustration increases. I want to say something that hurts him, but I know deep down he doesn't give a damn.
I looked at him, keeping control of my emotions. “Well. Let me say it.” I ran my hand through my hair. “That guy is my soon to be finacé.” I lied, obviously.
“Your what?” He demanded, his voice harsher than I intended.
I can't handle my tears anymore. Not even ready to explain to him why I lied. I know if I told him I lied just now, he is going to accuse me as a liar once again, which I don't want. Before tears rolled down from my eyes I left his cabin.
I walked towards the elevator. A soft tear rolled down from my eyes, which I wiped off, before anyone could see.
The elevator doors open with a ding. I step inside, pressing the ground floor button and turn. As soon as I turned I saw Vihaan barged inside the elevator behind me.
No one was in the lift except us. The lift doors closed, trapping us together. For a moment, we stood there in silence, the air thick with tension.
I looked at the floor, not wanting to meet his gaze. I saw her take a step closer to me, closing the distance between us.
I looked at him taking back steps. My back hits the wall of lift. In a swift, impulsive move, he reached out and cupped my face in his hands. Then he kissed me, hard.
What the FUCK is going on? Am I daydreaming?
The kiss was a passionate mix of desire, jealousy, and possession. He poured every ounce of his conflicted emotions into that kiss, my heart pounding in my chest, like it will come out.
