A LOVE BETWEEN SHADOWS
TANVI THAKUR
GENRE :
Mafia/Romance:
Dark Romance:
Emotional Drama:
Love Triangle:
Tragic
by
TANVI THAKUR
TANVI
ABOUT THE BOOK
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Fictional Story:
In a world of intense emotions and hidden desires, a young woman finds herself caught between two extraordinary men. Akash, dark and fiercely protective, claims her heart with a love so consuming it leaves no room for anyone else. Adarsh, patient and devoted, watches from the sidelines until he can no longer hide his feelings. Torn between the storm of Akash's passion and the quiet depth of Adarsh's love, she makes a choice—but fate has other plans. Tragedy strikes, leaving her married to Adarsh yet forever haunted by the love she lost. A story of obsession, heartbreak, and the enduring power of a love that death cannot erase.
Two men. One heart. Akash's fierce, consuming love makes her feel alive… but Adarsh's quiet devotion tempts her in ways she can't ignore. She chooses passion, but fate has other plans. In a world of obsession, heartbreak, and secrets, can love ever truly survive?
Table of Contents
LOVE BETWEEN SHADOWS
[Chapter 1] — LOVE BETWEEN SHADOWS
You were sitting in the cafeteria, minding your own business, when Akash suddenly appeared. He grabbed your arm roughly, his face twisted in anger.
"Let's go," he growled, pulling you up from your seat.
"W…what's happening?" you stammered, panic rising.
His jaw tightened, and his grip on your arm only became firmer. "Not now, baby. We're going home." His eyes were stormy, distant—something had happened. He didn't bother putting on his usual mask for the other students, just dragged you through the halls as whispers followed you both.
Once at the black SUV, he threw open the door and shoved you inside. Ankit sat in the passenger seat, smirking silently, while Aksh drove, unreadable as ever. Akash (the other one) climbed in beside you, his body tense, radiating barely contained fury.
"Stay quiet, little one. I'm in no mood for your sweet voice right now," he warned, his hand immediately clenching on your thigh.
When you tried to lean toward him, he shoved you back against the seat. "Don't fucking touch me."
At the mansion, he carried you inside like a sack of potatoes, ignoring your protests.
"W…why are you… angry?"
His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, his hand pressing possessively against your hip. "Wouldn't you like to know, princess? Maybe if you shut up for once, I'd tell you. But right now, your voice is grating on my last nerve."
He leaned forward, pressing his face into your neck and biting down on your pulse point hard enough to bruise. "Someone sent me pictures of you today, baby. Cute little you, smiling at some boy in your class. Looked awfully friendly."
His other hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back. "Explain. Now."
"A…Arnav?" you whispered.
He spat the name like poison, teeth still at your throat. "Arnav. You were sharing notes with him in Chemistry, laughing at his jokes, letting him touch your hand when he passed you a pen."
The SUV finally moved, and he shoved you back to your seat, glare never leaving you. "That ends today."
"H…he is…my older brother," you admitted, voice shaking.
His expression darkened further, hand flying to cover your mouth. "Shh! Keep your voice down, you idiot!" He looked around the car, making sure no one overheard. Ankit and Aksh exchanged confused glances from the front seats.
"Your real brother? As in blood?"
"Y…yes."
His hand slipped from your mouth to wrap around your throat, thumb pressing against your windpipe. "And you didn't think to tell me that, princess? That some guy at school is your brother?"
He pulled you across the center console, trapping you between his body and the door.
"Ouch… you're hurting me," you whimpered.
He ignored your pain, voice dropping to an intense whisper. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, baby girl. Did you intentionally keep that from me?"
Ankit looked back worriedly, while Aksh kept his focus on driving. Akash's grip loosened slightly, but his presence remained suffocating.
The SUV pulled into their driveway, and Aksh parked. Ankit immediately got out and opened the door for you, but Akash yanked you back roughly. "Stay."
From the hallway came Adarsh's cheerful voice. "There's my baby girl! Ready for—"
Akash's jaw clenched as he flung open the bedroom door, freezing when he saw you sprawled on the bed, him towering over you. Adarsh's grin faded instantly.
"Akash?" he asked, confusion and hurt in his voice.
Akash's face burned with rage as he grabbed Adarsh by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "What the fuck are you doing here, you little shit?"
Adarsh's eyes widened, his usual charm replaced by genuine shock. "I'm here to pick up Inayat. We're going out tonight. You don't have to be like this."
Akash shook him forcefully. "And you think you can just waltz in here and take her out? She's not going anywhere with you tonight." Jealousy and possessiveness boiled over, dark and unrelenting.
You sat up nervously, watching as the scene unfolded. Ankit and Aksh had followed Adarsh in, sensing the tension. The house held its breath, waiting for the inevitable explosion—something that had never happened before. Akash's possessiveness had crossed a line, and no one knew how it would end.
Adarsh looked genuinely confused, his playful mask slipping completely. "What's going on, Akash? You've never acted like this before. She's not yours alone."
"She's mine," Akash said, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for argument.
The room fell quiet. Adarsh blinked in surprise, Ankit and Aksh exchanged stunned looks, and you sat frozen on the bed, heart pounding. Akash had never declared you so openly before.
Adarsh started laughing, nervously at first, then more clearly.
"What's so funny?" Akash demanded, his tone sharp but not violent. He stepped closer, making it clear he was serious.
"It's just… you're acting like a jealous boyfriend over a girl we all know. Have you lost your mind?" Adarsh asked, trying to keep the mood light.
Akash's jaw tightened, his knuckles flexing, but his anger was controlled. "Jealous boyfriend? No. I'm not jealous. I'm protective. She matters to me, and I won't let anyone take that lightly."
He looked at you, eyes intense but softer than before, letting you see the depth of his feelings. "She is mine," he repeated quietly, not in threat, but as a claim of care and attachment.
"Stay out of this, Adarsh," Akash said, but his voice had calm authority now, not rage.
You hesitated, unsure whether to move, but Akash stepped back slightly, letting space for everyone to breathe. The tension in the room lingered, but the danger had dissipated. Adarsh rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head with a wry smile.
"Okay… okay, I get it. Noted," he said, holding up his hands. "You're… very serious about this, huh?"
Akash's shoulders relaxed just a fraction. "Yes. Very serious. She belongs with me—emotionally, not physically. And that's not negotiable."
You let out a shaky breath, finally feeling the edge of fear lift, replaced by the intensity of his devotion. The room still held tension, but it was no longer threatening—it was simply the weight of unspoken emotions, complicated and real.
The room was quiet, but the tension didn't fade. You could feel Akash's gaze on you, sharp and unwavering, even as your heart raced and your breathing struggled to find its usual rhythm. Every movement, every slight shift of your weight seemed to register with him.
"I…" you began, hesitating, unsure what to say. "I didn't mean to—"
Akash cut you off with a soft but firm shake of his head. "No, baby. It's not about meaning to or not. It's about understanding. Do you understand?"
You nodded slowly, swallowing against the tightness in your throat. The words didn't come out, but your eyes said it for you.
Adarsh shifted awkwardly near the doorway, hands in his pockets, trying not to overstep. "Akash… I get it, okay? I wasn't—trying to interfere."
Akash didn't look at him. His attention was entirely on you. "I know," he said, voice low and steady. "But I need you to remember… I'm serious. This isn't just a feeling. It's… permanent, and it matters. You matter."
You felt a strange mix of relief and apprehension. The raw intensity of his words made your heart flutter, but it also reminded you how high the emotional stakes were.
Ankit cleared his throat softly, sensing the tension. "Should we… maybe give you two a moment?"
Aksh nodded subtly, keeping his eyes on the door, giving both of you space without stepping away entirely. Adarsh shifted a bit closer to the exit, his expression a mixture of amusement and wariness.
Alone with you, Akash's hand reached out slowly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His dark eyes softened slightly, though the fire didn't fully leave them.
"Look at me," he said gently, almost a whisper. You met his gaze, your pulse hammering in your ears. "I'm not trying to scare you. I just… care too much, more than I can explain."
You swallowed, your lips barely moving. "I… I understand," you whispered, voice shaky.
He nodded once, then leaned closer, forehead resting lightly against yours. "That's all I need to hear. Just understand… I'm not letting go. Not now, not ever."
You could feel the weight of his devotion in that simple, quiet moment. It wasn't possessive in a harmful way—it was fierce, consuming, overwhelming—but safe. The kind of intensity that made you feel seen, wanted, and… oddly protected.
The sound of footsteps in the hallway reminded you that the others were still there. Akash straightened, giving you a small, reassuring smile.
"Let's… go somewhere else," he suggested quietly, almost shyly. "Somewhere we can… just be."
You nodded, relief washing over you. The storm had passed—for now—but the electricity between you was unmistakable, a current that neither of you could ignore.
As you stepped toward the door with him, Adarsh lingered, smirking faintly. "Alright, Akash. Noted. You're… very serious about her."
Akash didn't respond immediately, just gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent promise that he meant every word he said. And you knew it. Deep down, you really knew it.
The mansion door closed behind you with a soft click, leaving the lingering tension inside behind. Outside, the evening air was cool, brushing against your skin, a sharp contrast to the storm that had just passed indoors.
Akash held your hand firmly, but not tightly—just enough to anchor you, to make sure you didn't drift away. Every glance he cast your way was measured, attentive, almost magnetic. The fire in his eyes hadn't dimmed, but it had transformed from a private storm into a protective vigilance.
"Stay close," he said quietly, voice low and steady. "I don't want anyone stepping too close."
You nodded, heart still fluttering, feeling the weight of his care and the intensity of his gaze. The world felt sharper somehow, more vivid, because of him.
In the driveway, Adarsh leaned casually against the hood of his car, hands in pockets, watching with a faint smirk. Ankit and Aksh lingered a few steps behind, exchanging subtle looks of concern and curiosity. Akash's protective aura was visible even from here.
As you walked toward the car, you could sense Akash's eyes sweeping the surroundings, alert to every passerby. "Nothing happens tonight without me knowing," he murmured, almost to himself, almost to you. His grip on your hand tightened just slightly, reassuring rather than controlling.
You let out a small breath. "I… I understand," you whispered. "I'm with you."
He glanced down at you, a rare, soft expression breaking through the intensity. "Good," he said. "Because I mean it. I'll never let anyone mistake where you belong… or who matters most."
Adarsh cleared his throat, stepping forward. "Alright, Akash. You've made your point. Loud and clear."
Akash didn't reply immediately. His gaze lingered on you, reading your eyes, searching for reassurance, for understanding. Only when he was satisfied did he finally nod once, curtly, signaling that the confrontation was over—for now.
You stepped into the car beside him. He stayed close, shoulder brushing yours, hand occasionally finding yours again. It wasn't suffocating; it was anchoring, grounding. Every movement, every glance, carried the unspoken message: you mattered. Completely. Intensely.
The car pulled away from the driveway, leaving the mansion and the quiet tension behind. Outside, the world carried on as usual, oblivious to the storm that had just passed. But inside the car, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, glances, and the kind of awareness that could only exist between two people whose lives had just been shifted irrevocably.
Akash finally exhaled, voice soft but still carrying weight. "Tonight… you're mine, in every way that matters. No questions. No distractions. Just us."
You swallowed, heart racing, realizing that this was more than protection, more than possessiveness—it was care, intensity, and devotion rolled into one overwhelming force. And for the first time, you didn't want to escape it. You didn't want to hide from it. You wanted to be exactly where you were: with him.
Outside, the city lights glimmered, the hum of distant traffic a background to the charged silence between you. Every heartbeat, every glance, every subtle touch in the car spoke volumes. You weren't scared anymore—you were aware, alive, and acutely, undeniably aware of Akash and the storm of intensity that surrounded him.
The car ride was quiet, but the tension hung thick in the air. Akash's eyes never left you, sharp and vigilant, while your thoughts raced, still processing the storm of emotions from the mansion. You were acutely aware of how much he cared—and how much power his presence had over you.
From a distance, Adarsh watched the mansion as the SUV drove away. He leaned against the hood of his car, jaw tight, eyes darkening with an emotion he hadn't intended to feel. He had always thought of you as a friend, a sister in some ways—but now… something had shifted. Seeing Akash declare you as "his" had twisted something inside him.
He clenched his fists, heart pounding—not from fear, but from something far more dangerous: desire, jealousy, and the burning need to possess you himself.
"I can't… I won't let him have you," Adarsh whispered under his breath, voice barely audible, but it carried the weight of a decision forming in his mind. "If I can't have you… no one will."
*Back in the car, you leaned slightly toward Akash, seeking the comfort of his presence. "Are you… okay?" you asked softly, sensing the tension in his jaw, the way his knuckles flexed on the steering wheel.
He glanced at you, dark eyes flicking briefly to the side mirror, as if sensing something—or someone—behind you. "I'm fine," he said, voice low. "Just… stay close to me tonight, alright?"
You nodded, heart fluttering, feeling the intensity of his claim again. Every word, every glance from him was like a tether, drawing you closer into his world, where he was the storm—and you were at its center.
Meanwhile, Adarsh's mind raced. He had always been clever, always able to mask his emotions, but this… this was different. The way Akash looked at you, the way he held you, the way he wouldn't let anyone—not even a friend like Adarsh—step close… it ignited something dangerous inside him.
"He thinks he can protect you from me?" Adarsh muttered, his jaw tightening. "We'll see about that. If he won't let you go… maybe I'll have to make him leave. Permanently."
The darkness in his eyes wasn't just jealousy—it was obsession, the kind that warps reason. He was convinced that if he couldn't have you, then Akash couldn't either. But he also knew he had to be subtle. He couldn't act openly—not yet. He had to wait, plan, and find the right moment.
Back in the SUV, Akash's hand found yours again, this time intertwining fingers in a gentle but possessive grip. "Whatever happens tonight," he said softly, "no one's going to take you from me. Not anyone. Not Ar… anyone."
You swallowed hard, the weight of his words sending shivers down your spine. There was comfort in his protection, yes—but an unease too, a sense that someone outside this car might already be watching, waiting…
Unseen, Adarsh's shadowy silhouette lingered near the mansion gates, eyes following every movement of the SUV as it disappeared into the night. His mind was made up. He wanted you—and he was willing to do whatever it took to get you. Akash was the only obstacle standing between him and the object of his obsession.
And for the first time, the game had changed. What had once been playful tension, sibling-like rivalry, and protective care had evolved into a dangerous triangle: one man fiercely guarding you, another willing to cross any line to claim you for himself.
The night stretched ahead, filled with unspoken threats, hidden intentions, and the faint, thrilling pulse of emotions so powerful they could shatter everything. You sat in the car, unaware that someone you trusted—someone who had always been on your side—was now plotting in the shadows, and that nothing about tonight would be simple ever again.
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The SUV rolled quietly through the dimly lit streets, city lights reflecting off the windows. You sat close to Akash, fingers brushing occasionally as he drove. The air between you felt charged, thick with unspoken words. Every so often, his dark eyes flicked to you, scanning your expression, silently checking that you were still with him—emotionally, completely.
You felt his protective gaze like a tether. It was comforting, yes, but it made your chest tighten too, a reminder of just how much he cared—and how intense that care could be.
Meanwhile, far from the car, Adarsh lingered at the edge of a quiet café where he often stopped after school. He'd watched the mansion from a distance, waited for the SUV to leave, and now he was planning his next move. He knew Akash was formidable, and he couldn't afford a direct confrontation… yet.
But he also knew you. He knew the way you laughed at small things, the way you sometimes looked away when someone stared at you too intensely. And he intended to use that knowledge carefully.
His thoughts were dark and calculating. "I have to be patient," he murmured, a sly smile forming. "I'll wait for the right moment… the perfect moment. And then… he won't even see it coming."
Back in the SUV, you felt the night pressing in from all sides, but inside the car, it was a different world. Akash's presence was overwhelming, protective, almost suffocating—but safe. His fingers intertwined with yours again, and he gave a reassuring squeeze.
"Relax," he murmured. "No one's touching you tonight. Not a single person."
You nodded, heart fluttering, the intensity of his words making your pulse skip. You wanted to say something, to reassure him that you understood, but the words wouldn't come. You felt a mix of fear, anticipation, and… curiosity. Something was changing, and you didn't know if you were ready for it.
Akash noticed your hesitation. His eyes softened ever so slightly, just enough for you to see the care behind the intensity. "I know it's a lot," he said quietly. "But I need you to trust me. Just tonight. Let me handle the rest."
You nodded again, letting his words settle over you like a shield. And somewhere in the shadows, Adarsh watched, waiting for the moment when he could step in, when the game could begin. He wasn't reckless; he knew the stakes. But the more he watched, the more he realized… he wouldn't let Akash have you without a fight, and he was willing to play the long game to get what he wanted.
The SUV continued into the night, lights blurring past. Inside, the quiet hum of the engine, the brush of fingers, the intensity of dark eyes—all of it felt like the calm before a storm. One that neither you nor Akash, nor even Adarsh, could fully anticipate.
And you couldn't shake the feeling that the next move would change everything.
It was late afternoon, the sun casting long golden streaks across the school courtyard. You were sitting on a bench, lost in thought, still thinking about Akash and the strange mix of intensity, protection, and devotion that followed him everywhere.
You didn't notice Adarsh approaching until he was standing a few feet away, hands in his pockets, eyes unusually serious. His usual playful smirk was gone, replaced by something raw, vulnerable, and entirely new.
"Hey… can we talk?" he asked, voice low, almost trembling.
You looked up, heart skipping. "Uh… sure," you said cautiously. Something about the way he was looking at you made the hairs on your arms stand up.
He sat beside you, but there was a tension in the space between you—charged, electric, impossible to ignore.
"Inayat… I can't keep this inside anymore," he began, taking a deep breath. "I've tried. I've tried to ignore it, to act normal, but… I can't. I like you. More than a friend, more than I should. And seeing him—Akash—claim you like that…" His voice dropped, thick with emotion. "It's driving me crazy."
Your chest tightened. You weren't expecting this. "Adarsh… I… I don't know what to say," you whispered, unsure how to respond. Part of you was shocked, part of you felt… flattered, and part of you felt a pang of fear.
He turned slightly to face you, eyes locking with yours, earnest and vulnerable. "I can't compete with him, not really. He's… intense, protective, amazing in ways I can't match. But I had to tell you. I had to let you know how I feel, even if it changes everything."
You felt your heart thump wildly. His words were raw, unfiltered, and the tension between the three of you suddenly felt heavier. Akash, of course, was in your thoughts—the man who had claimed you fiercely, completely. And now, Adarsh was confessing that he wanted you too.
"I… Adarsh, this isn't simple," you said softly. "You know Akash… he's… he's not someone I can ignore either."
He nodded, swallowing hard. "I know. That's why I didn't want to say anything before. I didn't want to hurt anyone. But I can't hide it anymore. I… I love you, Inayat. And I'll do whatever it takes to be close to you, even if it's just in secret for now."
Your mind raced. The confession, so sudden and so raw, left you reeling. Part of you wanted to reach for him, comfort him, understand him—but another part of you still belonged to Akash. And you knew, if he ever found out… the tension, the intensity, and the possessiveness would escalate beyond anything you had felt before.
Adarsh's hand hovered slightly near yours, tentative, as if waiting for permission to bridge the gap. You looked at him, heart pounding, unsure whether to pull away or let him step closer. Every instinct screamed caution, but his honesty was… intoxicating.
"I know this complicates everything," he whispered, voice breaking slightly. "But I had to tell you. I couldn't hold it inside anymore. Not one more day."
You sat frozen, the sun warming your face, your thoughts spinning. The quiet courtyard felt smaller, heavier, as the emotional storm between the three of you—Akash, Adarsh, and you—began to take shape. This was the moment the balance shifted. Nothing would ever be the same again.
You sat frozen on the bench, heart hammering, still processing Adarsh's words. His confession lingered in the air like a weight you couldn't ignore. He stared at you, vulnerable, waiting for your reaction, his emotions raw and unfiltered.
And then you felt it—Akash's presence. Not physically there, but in your chest, in your mind. He had a way of sensing when something was off, something hidden. A flicker of unease passed through you as you realized you couldn't hide this from him.
Later that evening, the familiar roar of the black SUV's engine echoed down the quiet streets. You hadn't told Akash about Adarsh's confession. Part of you wanted to, part of you feared the storm it would unleash.
When you stepped into the car, Akash's dark eyes immediately locked onto you. "You're quiet," he said, voice low, tense. "Something happened. Tell me."
Your throat went dry. How could you explain the whirlwind of emotions that had just hit you without triggering the protective, possessive intensity you'd seen before? "It's… nothing," you said, keeping your voice light, forcing a smile.
Akash didn't look convinced. His jaw tightened, knuckles brushing the steering wheel. "Nothing?" His voice was dangerously calm. "You're lying."
You swallowed, guilt twisting your stomach. "I'm not lying. Really… it's fine. Just… tired, I guess."
He studied you for a long moment, the air in the car thick with tension. Then, he leaned slightly closer, voice dropping to a whisper that carried more weight than any shout. "Inayat… I feel it. Something's changed. Someone's… been close to you. Tell me. Now."*
Your heart raced. Adarsh's confession suddenly felt like a ticking clock, a secret that couldn't stay hidden. "It's… complicated," you murmured, avoiding his piercing gaze.
Akash's expression darkened ever so slightly, his hand brushing yours briefly, possessive and grounding. "Complicated doesn't exist between us, princess. You tell me, or I'll figure it out. You know me."
You hesitated, caught between fear, guilt, and the undeniable pull of honesty. Finally, your voice trembled. "Adarsh… he… he said something today. Something I didn't expect."
Akash's grip on the wheel tightened, jaw flexing. His dark eyes narrowed. "He said what?"
You swallowed hard, voice barely audible. "He… said he likes me. He… he confessed."
The world seemed to stop for a heartbeat. Akash's body stiffened, a storm brewing behind his eyes. Then, almost imperceptibly, he leaned back slightly, jaw tight, voice low and controlled.
"So… he told you he loves you," he said, each word deliberate, precise. "And you… didn't run to me first?"
Your throat tightened. "I… I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to hurt anyone… I just…"
Akash's dark eyes bore into yours, unrelenting, and you could feel the tension crackling around him like static electricity. "I see," he said finally, voice almost a whisper, but every syllable carried the weight of warning. "I knew he was… close to you. But I didn't think he'd cross the line."
For a moment, he was still—controlled, dangerous, the kind of stillness that made you shiver. Then, slowly, he reached for your hand again, intertwining his fingers with yours, but this time with an edge of intensity you'd never felt before.
"You need to understand one thing, Inayat," he said, voice low, commanding, but not violent. "No one gets between us. Not him. Not anyone. You're mine. And I… I won't let that change. Ever."
You swallowed, heart pounding, caught between the storm of Adarsh's confession and the overwhelming intensity of Akash's claim. The SUV moved through the streets, but the air inside was thick with unspoken tension, with the promise of a triangle that had only just begun—and with a sense that nothing would ever be simple again.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the shadows, Adarsh watched from a distance, heart racing. He had confessed. Now, the game had truly begun. Akash was the obstacle—but he wouldn't give up. And you… you were at the center of it all.
The SUV moved through the city streets, its headlights cutting through the dark, but inside the car, the air was heavy and charged. Akash's hand still held yours, but there was a new edge to his grip now—calm, measured, but unmistakably protective.
"I know," he said quietly, voice low, almost a growl under the calm. "I know what he said."
You looked at him, startled. "You… you know?"
His dark eyes locked onto yours, unflinching. "I don't need anyone to tell me everything. I can feel it. Something changed today. I can sense it, Inayat. And I don't like it."
Your heart raced. "Akash… it's not… it's complicated. I didn't—"
He shook his head slightly, cutting you off gently but firmly. "Complicated doesn't exist between us. Not with me. You tell me everything—or I'll figure it out myself. You know that."
You swallowed hard, caught between fear and awe at the intensity of his stare. "It's… Adarsh. He… he confessed that he likes me."
For a heartbeat, Akash didn't move. Then, his jaw clenched, and he leaned closer, the air between you taut with tension. "I see," he said, voice low, dangerous in its calmness. "So, he's playing a game he doesn't fully understand. And you… didn't run to me first?"
You shook your head, voice trembling. "I… I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to hurt anyone."
Akash's eyes softened just enough to show the depth of his care, but the possessiveness remained, simmering just below the surface. "You don't have to worry about anyone else," he murmured. "I'm not just someone in your life, Inayat. I'm the one who's going to protect you. And if anyone thinks they can step between us… they're wrong."
You felt the intensity of his words, not as a threat, but as a promise. A promise that no one could mistake, no one could ignore. His fingers brushed against yours again, and this time, it was grounding, reassuring, and possessive all at once.
Meanwhile, somewhere else, Adarsh's mind was racing. He had confessed. He had laid his heart bare. But now… Akash knew. And Akash wasn't the type to back down. The game had shifted, and Adarsh realized that winning you over would require more than words—it would require subtle moves, careful timing, and patience. Because Akash would fight every step of the way, in ways you couldn't even imagine.
Back in the car, Akash glanced at you, eyes softening ever so slightly. "I know this isn't easy. But understand something, princess… I will always know. I will always be aware. And I will never let anyone take you from me. Not him. Not anyone."
You nodded, heart pounding, feeling the weight of his care and intensity wrap around you like a shield. Somewhere deep inside, you knew the truth: Akash's claim wasn't just about jealousy. It was about devotion. Protection. A fierce, unshakable bond that had no room for rivals.
The city passed by in streaks of light outside the windows, but inside the car, the storm of emotions between the three of you—Akash, Adarsh, and you—was only just beginning. The tension, unspoken and thick, promised that nothing would ever be simple again.
It was a cool evening, the kind where the air feels alive with possibility. You were standing in the school courtyard, waiting, heart fluttering, unsure why you had agreed to meet here alone. The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, but you hardly noticed the beauty around you.
Because suddenly, two familiar figures appeared almost at the same time. Akash, moving with that controlled, deliberate intensity, and Adarsh, walking with that vulnerable, earnest energy he only showed to you.
Your chest tightened. Both of them were here. Both of them wanted the same thing. And somehow, you felt the weight of the world pressing down on you.
Akash was the first to speak, stepping closer, dark eyes fixed on you, unwavering. "Inayat… I don't need to dance around words anymore," he said, voice low, deliberate. "I love you. You belong with me. And I want you to be mine, completely. Will you be with me? Not just tonight, not just in moments… but forever?"
Your heart skipped. His intensity, his unwavering gaze, the way he reached for your hand with that firm, possessive gentleness—it all pressed against your chest like a tidal wave of emotion.
Before you could respond, Adarsh stepped forward, his usual playful demeanor gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. "Inayat… I've tried to keep this to myself," he admitted, voice trembling slightly. "But I can't anymore. I love you. I've loved you for a long time. I know Akash is… protective, intense, amazing, but I can't hide my feelings any longer. Will you be with me?"
Time seemed to slow. Two confessions. Two proposals. Both filled with honesty, passion, and a desire to claim your heart. Your chest ached, your thoughts spun, and the courtyard seemed impossibly still, as if the world was holding its breath for your choice.
You looked from Akash to Adarsh, and back again. Akash's dark eyes burned into yours, filled with devotion, protection, and an intensity that made your heart ache. Adarsh's gaze was soft, vulnerable, desperate, and honest in a way that tugged at your chest.
"I… I don't know what to say," you whispered, voice trembling. "I… I can't decide—"
Akash stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face, voice low but commanding. "You don't have to decide right this second. Just know this… my feelings won't change. No one else will ever matter the way you do to me."
Adarsh's hand reached toward yours, hesitant, gentle. "And mine won't either. I'll wait. I can't force you… but I had to tell you. I had to ask. Because not telling you would have destroyed me."
You felt torn, your mind and heart pulled in two directions at once. Both were so different, both so intense. One promised protection, possession, and unwavering devotion. The other offered vulnerability, honesty, and quiet patience—but also a dangerous, unignorable longing.
Your eyes filled with tears, not of sadness, but of overwhelm. You could feel the weight of their emotions, the intensity of their love, and the storm it created inside you. You were the center of this collision—Akash, Adarsh, and your own heart caught in the middle.
The sun dipped below the horizon, leaving the courtyard bathed in twilight. Two men stood before you, waiting, hoping, each claiming a piece of your heart. And you… didn't know if you were ready to decide. Not yet. But you knew this moment would change everything, forever.
Three years later, you sat by the window of your apartment, city lights flickering below, but your heart wasn't in the present. The world around you was calm, orderly, safe—but inside, memories clawed at you relentlessly.
You remembered that day in the school courtyard vividly. The sun had been warm, painting everything gold. Both Akash and Adarsh had stepped forward, confessing their love, waiting for your choice. You had hesitated, heart torn in two, and then, without thinking twice… you had chosen Akash.
His dark eyes had lit up, intensity softening just enough to show the raw devotion he felt. He had pulled you into his arms, whispering words that made your chest ache with happiness and fear all at once. That moment had felt like eternity, a heartbeat suspended in the universe, where nothing else existed but the two of you.
But life, cruel as it is, had other plans.
Akash had been diagnosed with cancer shortly after that day. The news had shattered you, the intensity of your love clashing with the unbearable reality. You had stayed by his side through treatments, hospital visits, and long nights filled with whispered confessions, laughter, and tears. You had watched the fierce, protective man you had chosen—the man whose love had made your heart race—fade slowly under the weight of his illness.
The night he died, you held his hand, tracing the lines of his face, memorizing every detail. His eyes, still dark and intense, met yours one last time.
"I'm… always yours," he had whispered, voice weak but unwavering. "Even when I'm gone… remember that."
And then he was gone.
The memory hit you like a tidal wave, chest tightening, tears slipping down your cheeks as if no amount of time could erase the ache. Adarsh had been there afterward, comforting, kind, patient—but he could never replace the man who had claimed your heart so completely, so fiercely.
Now, years later, you were married to Adarsh. You appreciated his patience, his gentleness, his devotion—but the shadow of Akash's love remained, impossibly alive. Every smile, every quiet touch, every tender word from Adarsh reminded you of what you had lost—the fire, the storm, the intensity that only Akash had given you.
You traced your fingers along the rim of a coffee cup, memories of Akash's grip on your hand, his dark, burning eyes, and the way he had made you feel—seen, alive, utterly wanted—filling every corner of your chest. No comfort, no routine, no kindness could fully erase him.
You whispered into the quiet apartment, voice barely audible:
"I chose you, Akash… and I'd do it again. Always you."
Outside, the city moved on, indifferent to your loss, but inside, you carried the love that death could not take—the love that had been yours, and would always be, in the quiet, aching corners of your heart.