At night -

Storms in my life are nothing new. They always come, unexpected and relentless. Today, the way Ishan grabbed my hand, the way he looked at me-it stirred something in me, something I didn't like. A growing hatred. Who does he think he is? What right does he have over me to act like that? Yet, my voice-why does it always betray me in front of him? It's like my words get stitched shut, leaving me defenseless.

Lying on my bed, replaying the scene, my thoughts were interrupted by a sudden call from an unknown number. Hesitantly, I picked it up and brought it to my ear.

"Hello... Naina?"

The deep, familiar voice sent a jolt through me. I blinked, gripping the phone tighter. "Who is this?" I whispered, my heart pounding.

"Vansh," came the reply, calm and steady.

The name hit me like a wave, and I sat up, the world spinning for a moment.

"Vansh... how are you?" I managed to say, my voice barely audible.

"I'm fine," he said softly. "How are you?"

" fine," I whispered, my voice barely audible. But as soon as the words left my lips, I couldn't hold back.

The conversation hung in the air, a quiet tension settling between us. It had been so long since we last spoke, and now, out of nowhere, here he was, pulling me back into a part of my life I thought I'd left behind.

"Why so... late?"

I asked, my voice trembling as tears began to fall. The memories, the pain, everything came rushing back, overwhelming me.

Vansh's voice softened on the other end.

"I thought... with everything going wrong in your life, you needed space. I didn't want to add to your burden."

I felt a surge of anger and disbelief.

"Space?"

I repeated, my voice breaking. "Space? During the worst time of my life, when I needed you the most? How could you be so selfish?" My sobs grew louder, and my words became choked. "Why... why?" I managed to whisper through my tears.

He began apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry. I should've called, I know. I'm so sorry. Please, Naina, I want to meet you." His voice was filled with regret.

Through my tears, I asked, "Why didn't you come when I was lying alone in the hospital for months? Didn't you think once to see me?" My sobs grew louder.

"I know, Naina," he said softly. "I know there's no excuse for what I did, but please, just once, meet me. Let me make things right, please."

"What could you possibly make right now?" I asked bitterly, my voice trembling. "I thought you forgot about me."

"I could never forget you, Naina," he said, desperation in his voice. "You are my love. Please, just meet me once."

There was a long pause as I tried to gather myself. Then, softly, I asked, "Where do you want to meet?"

"I'll send you the location. Please come. I'll be waiting," he said.

I whispered, "Okay," before cutting the call, but the tears kept flowing. I couldn't understand why I had agreed to meet him. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, confusion, and pain. I placed my hands over my head, trying to steady myself, but the sobs wouldn't stop. It felt like every suppressed feeling, every hurt, was crashing down on me all at once. I sat there, overwhelmed, unable to control the torrent of emotions flooding through me.



I don't know why my anger flares so easily, but it's like a fire I can't extinguish. I tried to hold it back in front of her, but the thought of not having her makes my blood boil. I've vowed to make her mine, no matter what it takes, no matter how far I have to go.

I immediately called Faris and said, "I want every detail of Vansh's daily activities. Whoever he meets or contacts, I need to know." Faris responded with a simple, "Okay, sir," and I ended the call. The thought swirled in my mind-Naina's eyes still held love for him, I needed to extinguish that love.

As I was deep in thought, there was a knock on my door. It was mom. She walked in and sat beside me on the bed. "What's wrong? You look troubled," she said gently.

"Nothing, just work stress," I replied, trying to brush it off.

She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and said, "Why don't you talk to your father? Why don't you forgive him?"

The moment those words left her mouth, anger bubbled within me. "I don't want to discuss this, Maa," I said, my voice laced with frustration.

Mom sighed and softly said, "That was a long time ago. How long will you continue to hate your father because of it?"

I turned to her, my eyes burning with suppressed rage. "The only person I love in this house is you, Maa. Don't make me start hating you too," I said, my voice heavy with emotion.

Maa looked at me with a mixture of concern and sadness. "You've become so angry these days... Why do you carry so much anger?" she asked softly.

I didn't respond, just turned my head away, unwilling to meet her gaze. She sighed, realizing I wasn't ready to talk.

"Alright, fine. Just come down for dinner soon, okay?" she said, her voice gentle but firm as she stood up and left the room.

I sat there, staring at the floor, the weight of her words lingering in the air.



After dinner, Ishan retreated to his office, seeking solitude amid the chaos swirling in his mind. Not long after, his phone buzzed with a call from Faris.

"Sir, Vansh made a call to a number earlier, and upon tracing it, we discovered it belongs to Naina ma'am," Faris reported.

Hearing this, a wave of anger surged through Ishan. His grip on the phone tightened. "What did they talk about?" he demanded.

"Sir, I have a recording. I'm sending it to you now," Faris replied.

Ishan ended the call, pulling out a cigarette with shaking hands. Lighting it, he took a long drag, trying to calm the storm within. A message notification lit up his phone. It was the recording. He placed the phone on the table, leaned back in his chair, and hit play.

As the voices echoed through the room, Ishan's eyes narrowed. His hand clenched the armrest as he listened to Naina sobbing, pouring her heart out to Vansh. His heart ached, seeing her so vulnerable, but the sight of her crying for another man filled him with rage. When Vansh's apologetic voice played, Ishan growled under his breath, "Bloody rascal."

His eyes darkened further as the conversation continued. He leaned forward, placing both hands on the table, hoping that Naina would refuse Vansh's request to meet. But when she agreed, his heart sank. His anger boiled over, but the pain of seeing her tears overshadowed his fury.

Ishan sat there, seething, a mix of frustration and hurt coursing through him. Naina's tears were unbearable, but what stung more was that they weren't for him.

Faris then sent another message, saying, "Sir, here's the location."

Ishan opened the message and saw the details-"Café Blue Lotus."-a quiet coffee shop on the edge of the city.

He stared at the screen for a moment, his jaw tightening as the realization settled in. With a low, almost growling voice, he muttered to himself,

"Let's see how far my obsession goes"

His mind raced, each thought darker than the last. He wasn't about to let anyone, least of all Vansh, get in his way. Not when it came to Naina.

The next day -

Naina had a conversation with Shalini, telling her that she needed to meet a relative. Shalini, however, was concerned about her going alone and insisted that a bodyguard accompany her. Naina nodded in agreement and prepared for the meeting.

She arrived at the coffee shop, a bit nervous, and stepped out of a large black car with her bodyguard. Vansh, who was already inside, noticed her arriving and couldn't help but stare as she stepped out, her calm and composed demeanor in stark contrast to the bodyguard by her side. Naina, however, remained simple in her appearance, as always.

When she entered the café, she looked around, unsure of where to sit. Vansh, who was seated by the window, discreetly waved her over, signaling her to come sit across from him. Naina walked over and took a seat at the table, which was positioned in such a way that they could both see the road outside through the large glass window. What neither of them knew was that Ishan was parked far away in his G-Wagon, keeping a close eye on every move they made.

Ishan -



Vansh, looking at Naina, couldn't help but comment, "You've changed so much." Naina looked up at him, and replied, "So have you." Vansh, seeing the lack of any real emotion from Naina, continued, "You know, I missed you every day." Naina didn't seem as affected by this, her response flat, as she observed the mismatch between his words and actions.

Vansh, clearly trying to make conversation, added, "I heard you were adopted by quite a big family." Naina smiled faintly and said, "Yes, I am."

After seeing Naina being quiet for long."Say something," he urged. "You were talking so much yesterday."

With a soft smile, Naina replied, "It's just been a while since we last spoke, I guess I don't know what to say anymore." She could feel something was off in his behavior-he wasn't being his usual self, and it seemed like he was trying too hard to appear a certain way.

Naina then casually asked, "What about you? How's your job going?"

Vansh hesitated before responding, "Actually, I... I don't have a job anymore. I resigned a few days ago, and they have already found someone to take my place."

Naina was taken aback. "What? That's sad to hear."

He nodded, "Yeah, but I'll apply to another company soon. It's just a phase."

Though Naina's concern was evident, there was a part of her that felt disconnected. She didn't know whether she should feel sympathy or indifference to his situation, especially when she noticed how he was acting so differently than before. There was no clear indication of what he truly wanted from this conversation.

Ishan's blood was boiling as he watched Naina sit across from Vansh. The sight of her with someone else, especially Vansh, was unbearable. His fists clenched on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Every word exchanged between Naina and Vansh seemed like a dagger to his heart.

He couldn't stand the way Vansh looked at her, the way he tried to rekindle a connection. His mind raced with thoughts of pulling her away, of making it clear that she belonged to him and no one else.

The intensity of his emotions made it hard to breathe. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his vision clouding with anger. The idea of Naina being close to someone else was something he couldn't tolerate. Ishan's obsession with Naina had reached a point where the mere thought of her being with another man was enough to drive him to the brink of madness.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the rage bubbling inside him was relentless. Each second feeding the storm brewing within him.

Naina looked at Vansh, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "In all this time, did you never think of reaching out to me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Vansh took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of regret and longing. "Every day," he admitted. "I thought about calling you, about hearing your voice. But then, another thought would stop me-that maybe you had moved on with your life, found happiness without me."

Naina's eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head slightly. "I don't know why," she said softly, "but everything you're saying feels... fake to me now."

Vansh reached out, extending his hand towards her, a silent request for her to trust him once more. Hesitant at first, Naina eventually placed her hand in his. His grip was gentle but firm, as if he was afraid to lose her again. "My words might sound hollow," he said, his voice laced with sincerity, "but my feelings for you have always been real."

Naina stared at their joined hands, her heart a storm of conflicting emotions. She could feel the weight of his words, but a part of her still struggled to reconcile the past with the present.

Naina gave a faint smile, her mind a whirl of thoughts as she sat quietly. Suddenly, Vansh's eyes widened in fear, as if he'd seen a ghost. His gaze was fixed on something-or someone-behind Naina. She turned slowly, her heart pounding in her chest, and there he was: Ishan Mehra, standing with a storm of rage in his eyes.

Vansh's voice was barely a whisper, "Ishan Mehra..."

Of course, Vansh knew who Ishan was. Everyone did. Ishan's business empire was vast, his reputation preceding him wherever he went. For someone like Vansh, meeting Ishan Mehra was akin to a dream. But little did Vansh know, this was no dream-it was the beginning of a nightmare.

Ishan's piercing gaze shifted from Naina's face to her hand, which was still resting in Vansh's. The tension in the air was palpable, and the silence that followed felt like the calm before a storm.

Vansh quickly withdrew his hand from Naina's and stood up, his demeanor shifting as he stammered, "Hello, sir. Nice to meet you... I'm a huge fan of yours. I used to work for your company."

Naina felt a jolt, She glanced down at her now-empty hand, feeling an uncomfortable pang of abandonment. It was as though Vansh had dismissed her in an instant.

Her frustration bubbled beneath the surface, a mix of anger towards Vansh's sudden shift in behavior and the audacity of Ishan showing up uninvited. The mere sight of Ishan, standing there with his intimidating presence, fueled her growing irritation.

Naina couldn't bring herself to look at them any longer. Her gaze dropped to the coffee mug in front of her, trying to distract herself from the tension that was rapidly building. Ishan simply nodded in acknowledgment of Vansh's greeting, but there was no warmth in his response. Vansh, however, was visibly excited. He smiled widely, still not fully processing the fact that he was in front of someone like Ishan. "Sir, it's hard to believe you're actually here with me," he said, his words filled with admiration.

Ishan, who had been silent until now, simply gave a subtle gesture with his hand, motioning for Vansh to step aside. The mood in the cafe shifted suddenly, as if the atmosphere could no longer hold the storm that was about to unfold. The sound of distant rain could be heard as the weather outside changed to a gloomy downpour, the clouds rolling in and releasing their heavy, rhythmic showers.

Naina, still lost in the chaos of the moment, turned her gaze towards the window, her eyes drawn to the raindrops tracing lines on the glass. Her thoughts scattered, but then she noticed a shadow, a figure standing outside. Looking closely, she realized it was Ishan, now standing right behind her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, everything felt still.

"Chale ??" (Shall we go)Ishan's voice was calm but demanding, sending a chill down Naina's spine. There was an undeniable intensity in his tone that made her stomach twist in unease.

Confused and startled, Naina turned her head slowly, meeting his gaze. "Kahan?"(Where?) she asked, her voice faltering slightly.

"Ghar," (Home) Ishan replied simply, the word almost commanding.

Naina took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I'm busy right now, and I have my bodyguard with me, I can go with them." she explained, though her voice was trembling just slightly under the weight of his presence.

Ishan leaned forward, placing both his hands on the table, his posture exuding power. His next words came with an undeniable force, "I won't repeat myself....Utho" (standup)

Naina felt a wave of coldness wash over her. Her body tensed at his words, and she glanced at Vansh, who was still watching them in shock. He clearly didn't understand the tension between them.

Vansh, trying to make sense of the situation, spoke, his voice shaky, "Sir, do you know her?"

Ishan didn't look up, but he gestured lazily towards Naina, a smug expression on his face. "Yeah, she's my girl."

The words struck Naina like a blow. Her heart stopped for a second, and her mind raced. She looked at Ishan, unable to comprehend what he had just said. Her eyes moved instinctively to Vansh, who was now looking at her with wide eyes, as if expecting a response. She turned back to Ishan, disbelief written all over her face. "What the hell are you talking about?" she muttered, her voice filled with confusion.

Ishan shook his head, his smirk widening as he leaned in closer to her. "hell?? You don't remember?" he taunted, his voice now a mix of arrogance and challenge. "Our kiss?"

Naina's world seemed to freeze. The memory of that cheeks kiss came rushing back to her, But now, she realized what Ishan was trying to do-he was deliberately trying to provoke Vansh.

Vansh stood frozen, his expression one of shock and confusion. Unable to bear the tension any longer, he gathered his belongings quickly, preparing to leave. Without a word, he walked away from the table, Naina try to stop him saying "Vansh...."but not before Ishan grabbed Naina's wrist firmly. She turns her body towards him, her body felt frozen in place. A tear slipped down her cheek, and Ishan only pulled her more closer to him.

"Abb chale ??" (Now , shall we go ??)

he said softly, almost like a whisper.

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