VARSHA POV

I kept walking, not really paying attention to where I was going. After a few minutes, I found myself walking along the footpath, lost in my own thoughts.

The sound of a car pulling up beside me broke my trance. I looked up to see Yash’s car beside me. The window slid down, and I was met with his icy, unwavering gaze.

"Get in the car," he commanded, his voice cold and dangerous. It sent a shiver down my spine.

I didn’t argue. There was no point. I didn’t want to make things worse. I hesitated for a second, feeling the weight of my earlier actions, but then I got in, my heart racing with a mix of guilt and fear of what would come next.

I buckled my seatbelt, my hands shaking slightly as I tried to collect myself. The silence in the car was suffocating. I didn’t know what to say. My mind was still a mess, and I couldn’t find the right words.

"Woh ghar pahuch gayi?" I asked, my voice quiet, almost unsure.

He glared at me, a deadly look in his eyes that sent a jolt of anxiety through me. "I told one of the staff to drop her home," he said in a clipped tone.

I nodded slightly, relieved to hear she wasn’t going home with him. But the momentary relief quickly evaporated when his voice broke through the silence again, darker than before.

"But for you, I’ve got words. HOW COULD YOU?" His voice was low, each word weighted with fury. He wasn’t even looking at me, his eyes focused on the road ahead, but the venom in his tone was unmistakable.

"I— I..." I stammered, feeling like an idiot for acting the way I had. I was at a loss for words, my guilt crushing me under the weight of his anger.

His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly I could see his knuckles turning white.

He didn’t give me a chance to explain. "I would never leave you alone with a guy. How could you leave me with her? Just like that?"

His words felt like a slap to my face. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and the guilt weighed heavier with every passing second. "I’m sorry," I muttered, my voice trembling. "I was just... angry."

Before I could even finish my sentence, he slammed on the brakes, jerking the car to an abrupt stop before our house. I gasped, my heart leaping in my chest from the sudden movement.

"Angry?" His voice was sharp, and his eyes finally met mine, a storm of emotions swirling in his gaze. "You think being angry is enough of an excuse? You walked away from me, Varsha. You left me standing there like I was nothing. And then you do this—this—when you know how I feel about you."

I flinched under his gaze. The intensity of his words hit me harder than I expected.

I wanted to say something, anything to explain myself, but I couldn’t find the right words. How could I explain the overwhelming jealousy, the irrational fear that had taken hold of me?

I was frustrated, confused, and didn’t know how to deal with the situation. So, to cover up my emotions, I blurted out, "Shut up. You're just an old grumpy man. Oldie."

Yash’s eyebrows shot up, and his eyes flashed with disbelief. The moment the words left my mouth, I instantly regretted them. He turned to me with a look that could melt steel.

"Varsha, you just didn’t call me that," he warned, his voice deepening, the air between us growing tense.

"Guess what? I did. What are you gonna do about it? Oldie," I said with a grin, trying to act nonchalant, and opened the door to get out of the car, needing some space from him. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was upset or just trying to make light of the tension.

But before I could even step out of the car, Yash was quick to follow. He moved so fast, almost like he knew what I was about to do.

He grabbed my wrist gently but firmly, stopping me from walking away.

"Don’t think you can just walk away after calling me an old man," he said, his voice a mix of playful irritation. He stepped closer, the warmth of his body making my heart race in a different way now, and I immediately felt a little less confident.

I looked up at him, feigning defiance, though there was a flicker of nervousness in my chest. "Oh, come on, Yash. You know I’m just joking. You're not that old, just a little… vintage."

Yash’s expression softened, and the playful spark in his eyes returned. "Vintage, huh? Well, I like the sound of that. You know, they say the older the wine, the better it gets." He smirked, his tone turning teasing, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

"Really? Now you’re comparing yourself to wine?" I said, trying to act unimpressed, but the slight smile tugging at my lips betrayed me.

Yash leaned in, his face only inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. "Maybe I am," he whispered, his voice dropping lower, "but I think you’ll find, Varsha, that this vintage has a few things to teach you."

I swallowed hard, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. His words sent a rush of warmth through me, and the teasing in his voice had shifted into something more seductive, something that made me feel both nervous and intrigued.

He leaned back just enough to look at me, his eyes full of mischief. "But I guess I can let you call me ‘Oldie’… as long as you remember who you're dealing with."

My breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze. There was a certain playfulness in his flirtation, but it was laced with something deeper, something more serious. He wasn’t just teasing me anymore.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the words caught in my throat. It wasn’t just his flirtation that had me at a loss—it was the way he made everything feel so intense, so electric, like the air around us had thickened with unspoken emotions.

"I’m not done with you yet, Varsha," he murmured, his voice so soft now, but still carrying that confident edge. He gave me a small, knowing smile. "You might call me old, but I’ll show you what this oldie can do to you."

He stepped even closer, until his face was inches from mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off him.

My mind was racing, but the only thing I could focus on was him.

His hands gently cupped my face, and his thumb brushed against my cheek in the most intimate way.

"Oldie, huh?" he whispered again, his lips brushing against mine just enough to send a shockwave through my body. "Let me show you tonight... what this oldie can do?"

And in that moment, all the tension, all the jealousy, all the confusion melted away. It wasn’t just about teasing each other anymore—it was about something deeper. And when his lips finally found mine, I couldn’t deny the pull, the connection that had been there all along.

He was everything I never expected. And somehow, I found myself wanting more.

"You walked away from me today huh? Do you even realise how I feel when I see you with Aditya?" He asked. His tone dangerous.

"He is just my co-actor. But you own me." I whispered on his neck as his grip around me tightened.

"Mujhe apna bana lijiye Yash" I said. Not being able to look into his eyes. My cheeks flushing red.

"Are you sure my love?" He asked and I nodded. "Because once I start. There will be no going back." He added.

"I'm ready for it" I said. Confident. Actually not at all confident.

He picked me up in bridal style. Our eyes never left each other. Taking me inside the house he walked towards our bedroom.

The bedroom in which we used to sleep. But never actually slept together.

Slamming the door behind us he made me sit on the bed. His eyes filled with desire and love for me. I blushed hard even under his gaze when he barely started.

He took of his shirt and looked at me. "I'm asking again. You sure?"

I nodded, brushing my hands on his abs I murmured, "Mujhe pata hai main kya kar rahi hu"

He leaned towards me. "When did my baby become so brave?" I chuckled at his words.

I stood up and walked to him. "I need you Yash. I need to feel you. Against me. With me. I need to feel that you're only mine. You only belong to me. You, your heart, your soul and... Your body. Everything belongs to me."

He pulled me closer and pinned me against a wall. "Why are you so desperate? Varsha listen, you're not doing this just to stop me from going to other girls. Are you?" He asked and I shook my head.

But deep down his question hit me. Maybe yes. Maybe I wanted to make him mine. I wanted him to be with me only.

"Shayad haan. Kyuki main nahi chahti mere siva koi or aapke kareeb aa sake. Agar koi aapke sabse kareeb hoga, toh woh bas main." I said and he just smiled.

And one last time looking at me intensely he spoke. "Aaj ke baad tum sirf meri hogi Varsha. Sirf meri"  Before smashing his lips on mine.

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