ch 59 Mr. Psycho Saiya
Ashiana stepped closer to him, still holding his hand, still fuming but now with a wicked smirk on my lips.
"Then be ready, my Aarav..." she said slowly.
His breath caught.
"...because from now on—"
she tilted her chin up, eyes locked with his," if any woman dares to touch you... or even looks at you..."
she smirked deeper, grip tightening around his fingers.
"...then I will do whatever I feel is right."
she leaned even closer, whispering, "And Arushi... was just a start."
The canteen literally exhaled at once.
Aarav went completely still.
Then
his jaw flexed.
His pupils blew wide.
His fingers curled into mine possessively.
A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.
She had no idea.
NO idea what she'd just awakened.
My heart wasn't beating
it was growling.
I stepped closer until her breath hit my throat.
"Good," I murmured, voice rough. "Because I want you jealous."
Her breath hitched.
"I want you mad." I dragged a finger under her chin. "I want you ready to tear down the world for me."
Her eyelashes fluttered.
"And Arushi?" My thumbs brushed her waist. "She won't even look in my direction now."
I leaned in, whispering against her ear—
"Because you just marked me in front of the whole damn company... and I've never been prouder."
Her knees went weak.
My hand tightened on her back, steadying her, claiming her.
"You're mine," I breathed.
"And I'm yours.
So let them watch.''
Later, night
The mansion was quiet.
Only the soft click-click of Aarav's keyboard filled the room as he sat at his large study desk, files open, glasses on, jaw sharp with focus.
A faint knock came.
Before he could answer, the door slowly opened.
Arushi stepped inone hand on her forehead, pretending to wince dramatically, her expression soft and pained.
"Aarav..." she whispered, voice trembling just enough to be noticeable.
He looked up once, briefly, then went back to his laptop.
She took that as permission to walk inside.
Each step was slow, careful, exaggerated like she wanted him to notice her pain.
She stood near his desk, waiting for him to look again.
When he didn't, she sighed softly.
"Aarav... my head is still hurting," she said, touching the bandage dramatically. "Your little... intern pushed me so hard... I don't even know what got into her."
Aarav finally lifted his eyes.
Calm.
Cold.
Unimpressed.
"Arushi," he said curtly, "you shouldn't be walking around if you're in pain. Go rest."
She blinked — surprised he didn't show sympathy.
"Aarav... I came to you because you always took care of me."
She stepped closer.
"We've always been there for each other. I thought... I thought maybe tonight you would sit with me. Or check on me."
He shut his laptop with a soft click.
His voice dropped, firm.
"I did check on you. I called the doctor to treat you."
"But you didn't check on me," she pushed, eyes glistening with fake emotion. "You didn't even ask if I was okay. You didn't even look for me after I left."
Aarav leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.
"Because I was looking for Ashiana."
Arushi froze.
Her expression cracked for a second before she forced a smile.
"Aarav... she hurt me. Me. And you go running after her?"
"This isn't a debate," he said evenly. "You should go rest."
She swallowed, hurt ego burning more than her 'injury.'
"So... your choice is clear then?"
Her voice trembled.
"You're choosing her over someone who has known you for years?"
Aarav's eyes hardened.
"I'm not choosing, Arushi," he said quietly. "I already chose."
Arushi's breath shook because she understood exactly what he meant.
"Goodnight," he said, dismissing her.
She stood there for a second, eyes filling with frustrated tears, then turned and walked out slowly, clutching her bandaged head
but this time the wince was real...
because the pain wasn't in her head anymore.
It was in her pride.
Arushi stepped out of Aarav's study, blinking back angry tears, still clutching her bandaged head.
But before she could take two steps...
Ashiana stepped out from behind the pillar.
Arms folded.
Chin lifted.
A slow, wicked smirk on my face.
"Awwww..." Ashiana said in a fake-sweet voice, walking closer. "So you're in pain?"
Arushi stiffened, eyes widening.
Ashiana clicked her tongue dramatically, leaned in, and lightly tapped her bandage with her finger.
She winced loudly.
Ashiana pulled my hand back with exaggerated shock.
"Ohhh my god..." she said in a mocking gasp.
"Tch tch... is it hurting? Really?" she smirked.
"I must be such a great hitter. Just a slight push from me and you're whimpering like I threw you off the terrace."
she laughed humorless, sharp, cutting.
Arushi's lips trembled with anger.
she stepped closer, her shadow falling over Arushi.
"Jaha se ayi ho," she said slowly, voice dropping dangerously, "wahin wapas chali jao."
(go back from where you came)
Arushi's throat bobbed.
"Warna..."
(or else)
Ashiana leaned in until they eyes to eyes.
"Yeh head injury toh kuch bhi nahi. Agar main apne pe aa gayi na... toh tumhari aisi halat kar dungi ki tum Aarav ka toh chhodo— apna naam bhi bhool jaogi."
(This head injury is nothing. If I really lose my temper... I'll mess you up so badly that forget Aarav... you won't even remember your own name)
She gasped.
Ashiana smirked and turned to leave.
Two steps away, Ashiana paused...
pivoted back...
and added sweetly:
"Kal subah... first flight at 7:30 AM." she tilted her head. "Pack your bags, vilayti chipkali."
And with that, she walked away not looking back even once.
Next morning,
Aarav stood near the window, shirt sleeves rolled up, voice low and dangerously calm as he spoke into the phone.
"Find him. I don't care how. By noon."
A pause.
"And if he's still breathing—kill that option too."
He was pure mafia energy.
Jaw tight.
Eyes cold.
That aura that made the whole world bow.
Ashiana quietly stepped in...
AND WITHOUT WARNING—
wrapped her arms around him from behind.
He stiffened for a millisecond then exhaled, recognizing her touch instantly.
But he was still on the call, still angry, still radiating alpha danger.
Perfect.
she took out her phone.
Raised it.
Click.
Aarav froze mid-sentence.
she grinned, mimicking his furious face exactly eyebrows scrunched, jaw tight, lips pressed.
"Hashtag..." she held the phone up proudly. "My Psycho Saiya."
Aarav turned slowly.
Very slowly.
Eyes narrowed in a way that promised consequences.
"Ashiana," he said, in that deep, warning tone. "You posted that... didn't you?"
she bit my lip, hiding her laugh.
"...maybe."
He grabbed my wrist, pulling her flush against him.
"You're playing with fire," he murmured against her ear.
she grinned wider. "I live with fire."
His phone buzzed again but he didn't even look at it.
His focus?
Only Ashiana.
He leaned in, his hand sliding around her waist, breath brushing her lips
A kiss was seconds away.
Ashiana quickly pressed her finger on his lips.
"Aha... no, Mr. Boyfriend," she said, shaking her head with a dramatic pout. "Not today."
Aarav blinked. Once. Slowly.
Confused. Offended. Hungry. Everything at once.
His grip tightened on her waist.
"What do you mean no?" he asked, voice already dropping an octave.
she stepped back with a proud little smile, twirling once so he could see her outfit properly — a soft, elegant anarkali suit.
"I kept fast today," she reminded him sweetly. "Solah Somwar ka fast. Last one. And I want you to come with me to the temple."
"You kept a fast..." he repeated slowly. "For... me?"
she scrunched my nose. "Haan. any Problem?"
He didn't answer he was too busy drinking in the sight of her.
The anarkali.
The bangles.
The red bindi.
her hair loose.
her eyes soft.
He stepped closer, fingers brushing my cheek, his voice suddenly low, reverent—
"Ashiana... you're... breathtaking."
she grinned and held his tie, tugging him lightly.
"So? Will you come with me to the temple?"
He leaned in again, almost kissing her, whispering against her lips
"For this look? I'll walk through fire."
I pressed my finger back on his mouth. "No kisses till temple," I warned.
He groaned, head falling back dramatically.
"Ashiana..."
I giggled.
"Chalo, Mr. Malhotra. Even God is waiting."