Three siblings, with a unique bond, bound by an unexpressive love. Zaara, cheerful youngest, longing for acknowledgement; Veer, the teasing confidant; and Viren, the stoic guardian. Their carefully constructed world is about to crack, because Zaara seeks attention and love. Get ready for a ride of unspoken emotions, laughter and heartbreaks!
Chapter 15:
"A smug grin tugged at her lips. This was it. They were finally getting close to proving that Chachu wasn't the villain everyone thought.
Just as she hit send, a shadow loomed over her.
"Zaara."
Her fingers froze mid-air.
That voice. That tone.
Dread crept up her spine like a slow, merciless tide. She turned, ever so carefully, phone slipping behind her back.
Veer stood at the door, arms crossed, jaw set tight as steel. His eyes-God, his eyes. Cold, sharp, already drilling into her with silent accusation.
He knew.
Her mouth went dry. "Bhai?"
"Phone."
Zaara tried for her best clueless act. "K-kya phone?"
Veer took a step forward, towering over her, his presence suffocating. "Jo tu chhupa rahi hai." His tone was too calm. The calm before a storm that was about to hit full force.
Zaara swallowed. Think. Lie. Bluff. Run.
None of those would work. She was doomed...."
(Read at your own risk !! CRINGE ALERT🚨 ⚠️)
Zaviyaan spotted Rooh near the entrance gate, She had a few bruises on her face. He didn't get time to notice her anymore when his legs dashed towards her on their own.
Rooh was engulfed by Zaviyaan in a tight embrace. It wasn't like one of the bone crushing hugs they used to give each other. He was hugging her like his life was dependent on it. He scooped her up in his arms and hid her face in his chest sniffing her hair. He finally felt like he could breathe.
"I would've died. I would've died . Rooh I would've died." he kept chanting making her eyes go wide. Everyone else was too shocked to do or say anything they knew things had gone too far now.
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Zaviyaan Haider has endured so many disappointments in life that he has constructed ice tombs encircling his heart. Even his family didn't manage to melt the ice because it had become nearly impossible.
But what happens when a tiny girl targets those tombs and begins shooting arrows of affection and devotion, shattering their foundation?
Tropes :
Age-gap ✨
Grumpy X Sunshine 🐣
She fell first 🐸
He fell harder 🤌