LOGINThe next morning, Dharna woke up groggily, her head heavy from the restless night. Sleep had been a stranger, chased away by the endless loop of questions in her mind. How will I talk to him? What if he admits it was just a casual hook-up? What if he defends himself?Her wolf’s voice stirred within her, calm yet firm. “Have you forgotten what Ritika said? Trust yourself. If anything goes wrong, I will be with you.”Dharna closed her eyes, letting the words settle. A deep breath escaped her lips, steadying her nerves. She rose from bed and walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. The reflection in the mirror looked tired, but beneath the fatigue was a flicker of resolve.No more running. No more doubts. Today, I face him.After dressing, she stepped out of her house, the morning air crisp against her skin. The city was alive with its usual rhythm—vendors shouting, cars honking, people rushing—but Dharna felt as though fate itself was waiting for her.Her thoughts whisp
Fiancée This word echoed in her ears, even when she entered the office. Her mind went back to the confrontation with that blonde woman.*** A few hours earlier ***The blonde stepped closer, her tone dripping with disdain. “Stay away from Vicky.”Dharna blinked. Vicky? Who the hell is Vicky? Her mind raced. Is she confusing me with someone else?But then the woman’s next words landed like a dagger.“Vikramaditya Bhardwaj is my fiancé.”Then she continued. “You must be one of those whom he bangs for sew times and forgets”. Dharna’s throat tightened as Britteny’s words cut through the air like knives.Bang a few times and forget… The phrase echoed in her mind, each syllable dripping with contempt. Her cheeks burned, not just from humiliation but from the cruel possibility that it might be true.She clenched her fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Don’t react. Don’t give her the satisfaction.Britteny circled her slowly, like a predator savouring its prey. Her heels clicke
The mansion was hushed when Vikramaditya and Dharna finally returned, their laughter echoing faintly in the grand hall. Hours of running through the forest had left them flushed, exhilarated, and unaware of how late it had become. Midnight pressed against the tall windows, the world outside cloaked in silence.They sank into the living room couches, still catching their breath, words tumbling out in easy rhythm. Dharna glanced at the clock and sighed softly.“I should go now. It’s very late.”Vikramaditya leaned forward, his tone casual but insistent.“Let me drive you home.”She shook her head with a smile. “It’s okay, I can manage. I had a great time tonight. This date was… honestly, it was perfect.”He smirked, eyes gleaming. “Well, I arranged it. You were bound to enjoy it.”“Cocky much?” she teased, standing to leave.They walked together to the door, the night air cool against their skin. Dharna turned, her expression softening.“Bye. See you in the office tomorrow.”Before he c
Dinner after their conversation was mostly silent, except for some small talk here and there. After dinner, Vikramaditya took her to his mansion.Dharna looked at him, confusing that why he had taken her here?Then she thought of something and blushed. Vikramaditya, who had stopped the car in front of the mansion, looked at her, amused.“You really have a very ‘Creative’ mind.” He put more pressure on the word creative.Hearing this, Dharna looked at him and was embarrassed when she understood the implication behind this.“Ahm…I was not thinking about anything. She faked a cough to cover her embarrassment.He chuckled and got out of the car, and then helped her to get out of the car.He held her hand and guided her behind the mansion.Looking at the forest in front of her, Dharna looked at Vikramaditya, “Why are we here?”Vikramaditya took off his jacket while speaking. “I heard you are a lone wolf and didn’t go for a long run after your parents' death.”Dharna looked at him as he spo
After retrieving her purse, they stepped out of the house. Vikramaditya moved with effortless grace, opening the car door for Dharna. She slid inside, her eyes trailing after him as he crossed to his side. Even the simple act of walking seemed regal—models on a runway paled in comparison.He settled into the driver’s seat, one hand resting on the steering wheel. His gaze flicked toward Dharna, who sat frozen, her seatbelt still untouched. A sigh escaped him.“You asked for it,” he murmured.Before she could react, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her effortlessly onto his lap.“Ah—!” she gasped, startled. By the time her senses caught up, she was straddling him, her palms pressed against his chest. His hand covered hers, firm yet tender.“You’re entertaining those messy thoughts again,” his voice dropped, husky with restraint. “I ought to make them real.”His hand slid behind her neck, guiding her closer until their lips collided. The kiss was consuming, demanding, and Dharna
The moment Dharna stepped through her front door, the weight of the day seemed to cling to her like dust. Without pausing, she dashed to the bathroom, her footsteps echoing against the tiles. She twisted the shower knob, and warm water cascaded down, drumming against her skin in a steady rhythm. The steam rose around her, curling like soft clouds, carrying away the heaviness that had settled in her bones. She closed her eyes, letting the water soak through her hair, the scent of her favourite lavender soap filling the air. Each drop felt like it was rinsing away not just the sweat and fatigue, but the dullness of the day itself. Time blurred—there was only the warmth, the sound of rushing water, and the quiet relief of being home. When she finally stepped out, wrapped in a towel, droplets still glistening on her shoulders, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes brighter, her posture lighter. She felt reborn—like a new version of herself had emerge







