Ravi drove smoothly through the quiet roads, city lights slipping past like blurred stars.
Every few seconds-just for a second-his eyes lifted to the rear-view mirror.
Priyanshi.
On the back seat.
Lost in her own little world.
She was laughing, swaying, completely carefree. Music filled the car, soft at first, then louder.
🎵 "Matlabi ho ja zara... matlabi duniya ki sunta hai, sunta hai kyun... khud ki bhi sunn le kabhi..." 🎵
Ravi smiled without even realizing it.
He looked back at the road.
Two minutes passed.
Then again-his eyes betrayed him, drifting back to the mirror.
Priyanshi had her eyes closed now, hands in the air, moving freely, like nothing heavy had ever touched her heart.
🎵 "Kuch baat galat bhi ho jaaye... kuch der yeh dil bhi kho jaaye..." 🎵
She sang softly, slightly off-key, but with so much feeling that it felt right.
Her bangles clinked as she danced sitting down, hair falling over her shoulders, lips curving into a pure, unguarded smile.
🎵 "Befikar dhadkanein iss tarah se chale... shor goonje yahan se wahan..." 🎵
Ravi's grip on the steering wheel tightened just a little.
He wanted this moment to stretch.
To pause.
To stay trapped inside this moving car forever.
Because right now-she was happy.
And happiness on her suited her too well.
🎵 "Sooraj dooba hai yaaron... do ghoont nasha ke maaro... raste bhula do saare... ghar baar ke..." 🎵
Priyanshi laughed mid-line, spinning her wrist dramatically, fully performing for an audience that didn't exist-except him.
Ravi chuckled quietly, shaking his head.
God... she doesn't even know, he thought.
The car slowed.
The tall building appeared ahead-Priyanshi's penthouse, glowing softly against the night sky.
Reality arrived too soon.
Ravi parked the car.
The music faded.
The moment ended.
He stayed seated for a second longer than necessary, staring straight ahead.
Every journey has an end.
No matter how badly someone wishes it wouldn't.
And this one...
ended way too soon.
Ravi stepped out first and walked around the car.
He gently helped Priyanshi out, holding her hand just for a second longer than necessary.
She smiled at him-that same smile that made his heart forget how to beat normally-and suddenly leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him.
A quick hug.
Warm.
Soft.
"Thank you," she said cheerfully. "Maza aa gaya aaj."
Before he could even react properly, she pulled back, waved once, and turned toward the entrance of her penthouse.
Ravi stayed where he was.
Watching.
She walked inside, her silhouette slowly disappearing behind the glass doors.
He leaned back against the car, arms folded, legs crossed casually-eyes still fixed on the place where she had vanished.
Ravi POV
I watched her like that...
and it felt like I had achieved everything in life.
Oh.
My.
Dear.
Babyyyy.
I love you sooooo much.
God, if only I could tell you this right now.
But I'm scared.
Scared of losing you.
Still... my sunflower-
I promise, I'll tell you soon.
Very soon.
My jaan.
...Wait.
WHY am I blushing?
Oh my God, Ravi, stop it.
My cheeks are literally burning.
I'm smiling like an idiot alone in a parking lot.
Chal, ab ghar chalte hain.
Mr. Blusher of Mrs. Shy-
control yourself.
He straightened up, took one last look at the building, smiled softly to himself, and got into the car.
The engine started.
But his heart?
It stayed behind-
somewhere on the other side of that penthouse door.
Rudra's mansion was silent—
the kind of silence that screams.
In his room, he sat on the couch, navy blue shirt slightly creased, matching pajama, hands resting on his knees.
Head tilted up. Jaw clenched. Beard
perfectly trimmed, sharp—just like the storm locked inside him.
Still.
Too still.
Rudra POV
I regret it.
I regret the moment my eyes met yours.
Because with every damn second, I'm drowning deeper—
more than the second before.
Whenever I see you, I get lost.
My senses shut down.
My brain forgets how to think.
My heart forgets how to pump blood.
My nerves forget how to react.
It feels like I slip into another world—
a world where only two people exist.
You and me.
You never owned me.
You never even tried to.
Yet somehow, I sold everything to you.
My heart.
My brain.
My veins.
My arteries.
My thoughts.
My reflexes.
My soul.
Everything.
You became the owner of all of it.
But not anymore.
I have to calm down.
I have to go back to who I am.
Because I don't believe in love.
I never did.
And I never will.
You're just a distraction.
A small one.
And I won't let myself suffer because of you anymore.
His eyes fell on the glass of water kept on the table.
Unmoved.
Clear.
Still.
Rudra POV
This glass…
It's filled to the brim—
touching every corner.
Just like you.
You're in my nerves.
My thoughts.
My brain.
My heart.
My eyes.
Even my breath craves your elegant scent.
Suddenly—
he grabbed the glass and threw the water out of the window.
Every drop vanished into the night.
He placed the empty glass back on the table.
Exactly where it was before.
Staring at it, he whispered—
"See?"
"The glass is empty now."
"But the droplets… they're still there."
Just like you.
No matter how far I go from you,
you'll always exist in some corner of my mind.
Some nerve.
Some part of me.
Ms. Priyanshi Singh Rajput.
No.
No no no.
I can't lose myself over a girl.
You already have someone in your life.
And I don't want you to leave him.
Why would you even leave him?
I don't want… your man.
I don't want you.
I will erase you from every part of me.
I don't want you.
I—
I—
I—
I will never come to you.
I am mafia.
And I can do anything.
Leaving you… removing you from me—
won't be easy.
But I have to do it.
His eyes burned deep red.
Heat surged through them.
Tears gathered—but he refused to let them fall.
All except one.
One drop disobeyed him.
It slipped out.
And as it fell, he said in a broken whisper—
"And I will do it…
anyhow."
Something shattered inside him that night.
And something ended—
without ever truly beginning.
Author's Note
That night, Rudra believed he had decided.
He believed he could erase her.
Forget her.
Bury her somewhere deep inside the man he used to be.
What he didn't know—
Some decisions don't end stories.
They trigger them.
Because while Rudra was promising himself to stay away…
In another part of the city,
Priyanshi Singh Rajput was opening a file on her laptop.
A file that carried one name.
RUDRA SINGH CHAUHAN
And the moment her eyes landed on his photograph,
her fingers froze.
A slow, dangerous smile curved on her lips.
"Finally…" she whispered.
And somewhere—
without knowing why—
Rudra's chest tightened.
As if fate had just laughed.
Because this wasn't love.
This wasn't obsession.
This was collision.
And once it begins—
There is no turning back.
To be continued… 🔥🖤