ch 14 Take the Pills
The engine roared to life, pulling them away from the empty, rain-drenched office.
Ashiana crossed her arms tightly over her stomach, huffing loudly, making sure he heard every ounce of her frustration.
She pressed her forehead to the cool glass, watching the rain race down the window. Each jolt of the car sent another cramp twisting through her, and she winced, biting back a small groan.
The car was silent, heavy with unspoken tension-the hum of the engine and the steady drum of rain against the roof filling the space.
Aarav sat beside her, broad shoulders relaxed, eyes flicking to her every so often. He didn't speak, didn't move hastily-just observed. Every huff, every subtle twitch, every clench of her fist... he noticed it all.
Fragile. Stubborn. And utterly defiant. I can't decide which intrigues me more-the pain she hides or the fire she refuses to show.
Finally, he reached into the compartment, pulling out a small case. Without a word, he placed it on the seat between them. Inside: painkillers and a sealed bottle of water.
His voice cut through the quiet, calm and low.
"Take it. It will help."
Ashiana stiffened, eyes flicking between the box and him. His expression was unreadable, but there was no mockery-only that calm, absolute authority that made refusing him feel impossible.
"I don't take pills... main dard bardash kar loongi. But no pills, please."
Her tone wasn't a request-it was a line drawn, her hazel eyes unwavering, holding his gaze with stubborn resolve.
Fragile. Stubborn. Pain hidden beneath defiance. And utterly... captivating
Aarav's jaw tightened imperceptibly. For a moment, silence hung heavy, charged with something neither admitted aloud. Slowly, deliberately, he closed the case and slid it back into the compartment.
"Zidd tumhari bhi kam nahi hai," he muttered under his breath, eyes flicking back to her pale face, studying the way her lips pressed tight to hide another groan.
He leaned forward slightly, posture shifting imperceptibly ready to act if she faltered.
Every moment she resists, every second she struggles, it pulls me deeper. Dangerous. And delicious.
He tapped the driver's shoulder.
"Stop at the café ahead."
The car pulled over in front of a small 24-hour place glowing warmly against the rain. Aarav stepped out first, tall and commanding in the dim streetlights, ignoring the drizzle. He opened her door.
Ashiana blinked up at him, confused.
"Kya hua ab? Mujhe ghar jaana hai-"
He cut her off, clipped and calm.
"Warm water. It'll help."
She opened her mouth to protest, but the weight in his eyes held her silent. Arguing would only waste her energy and mine.
A minute later, they were back in the car. She cradled a steaming paper cup of warm water he had personally handed her, letting the heat soothe her stomach.
"Better," he said finally, more statement than question.
She nodded, still watching her reflection in the streaked glass.
"Th... thank you, sir," she murmured, voice softer than she intended.
Her hesitant gratitude didn't escape him. For a moment, something softened in his gaze, subtle but unmistakable.
She doesn't realize it... the smallest, most hesitant gratitude, and my entire control falters. That voice, that stubborn little mouth, it's poison delicious poison
He leaned back, leather creaking under his weight. One word left his lips, low and even:
"Good."
The car slowed in front of her building, headlights slicing through the rain. She clutched her bag, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
"Th... thank you for the help," she whispered again, words trembling like fragile paper.
She then fished a small toffee from her bag-a token, small and absurd in this luxury car-and placed it on the leather seat between them.
"This... thank you gift," she muttered, not daring to meet his eyes.
Aarav's gaze lingered on it, unreadable. For a long moment, he studied the tiny piece of candy as though it held some hidden significance.
Insignificant. And yet, it represents her. Every defiant gesture, every fragile, stubborn flinch-she's mine to observe, mine to care for, mine to unravel. And tomorrow... she'll walk back into my world. I'll be waiting
Finally, he picked it up between his fingers, examining it with calculated attention.
"Driver," he said quietly, leaning back. "Home."
Leaning back, he whispered to himself, almost inaudible, almost a promise:
She thinks she can survive me. She doesn't know survival isn't the point. The point... is obsession. And I already am.
The car pulled away, headlights slicing through the storm, leaving only the faint glow of her window and the echo of his fixation in the darkened cabin
She was walking towards her home and holding the warm of water she was walking but today it looks like she dont know where she going she just walking and stops as she passes by a parked car and steps back and sees her face in car window.
And to be wonder she was smilling like a geniun smile she dont know why but she realised she was smilling like a fool girl while walking through the path she patts her hand at her forhead and mutters
"Pagli" and shook her head and giggles and enters her house
Cramps are still there
But.
She forgot it.
Then in her room in front of mirror she changed in night suit and looking herself.
What happened today in car to cafe to warm water to smile she seen all flashed in front of her eyes
She says smilling "vese itni bhi khadus badtameez nhi h.. thode to kam h"
She shringles like a cutrent pass in her body
She jumps on bed and cuddles with pillow covering herself with pillow with wriggle and goes in sleep.
Meanwhile arav in car
He was looking out of window ashiana's face her pout, her stubborness, her fire, her huff, the way she she looks at him all coming in front of his eyes like a picture moving on glass window of car.
A smile tugs at his face hidden behind his hand on his mouth and his elbows on console and leaning back to seat.
He shooks his head and mutters with a sigh
Then car enters in mansion gaye gaurds bows there head in front him as he passed by them towards mansion.
The mansion door swung open and the usual chatter and noise comes kabir aditya raghav meera raj all there
The toffee ashiana given is still holded in his fist he quickly sees raj there and he quickly keeps the toffe in his inner coat pocket so that Raj didn't see it or ask for it.
How childish.
He just hided the toffee like a child hides his favorite thing from other child.
Awww.. how cutee.
Then he clears his throat and starts walking at dinning area
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