The phone buzzed relentlessly in Aarohiâs hand, Rohanâs name glaring back at both of them. Vihaanâs jaw tightened as he stared at her, his silence heavy with expectation.
âYouâre really going to answer that?â he asked coldly, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room.
Aarohiâs chest tightened under his intense gaze, but something inside her snapped. âYes, I am,â she said firmly, her tone defiant. âBecause ignoring this will only make things worse.â
Before Vihaan could respond, Aarohi swiped to answer the call.
âHello?â she said, her voice steady but strained.
Rohanâs voice came through, cheerful and oblivious to the storm brewing on her end. âHey, Aarohi! I just wanted to check if youâve seen the notes I sent. They might help with the project deadline.â
Vihaanâs eyes narrowed, his arms crossed as he listened intently, his jaw clenched tight.
âYeah, I saw them. Thanks, Rohan,â Aarohi said curtly, keeping her response brief.
Rohan hesitated, sensing her tone. âIs everything okay? You sound⦠tense.â
Aarohi glanced at Vihaan, who was now glaring daggers at her. âIâm fine,â she said quickly, her voice clipped. âJust busy. Iâll call you later if I need anything.â
âAll right,â Rohan replied, his tone uncertain. âTake care.â
She ended the call and let out a shaky breath, looking up to meet Vihaanâs icy stare.
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âBusy?â Vihaan repeated mockingly. âThatâs the excuse youâre going with? Iâm standing right here, and you still answered his call.â
âI answered it because I have nothing to hide!â Aarohi shot back, her frustration bubbling to the surface. âYouâre the one making this into something itâs not.â
âNothing to hide?â he scoffed, stepping closer. âDo you know what it looks like when your so-called âfriendâ feels comfortable calling you at this hour? It looks like youâve given him the wrong idea.â
Her fists clenched at his words, her patience wearing thin. âI havenât given him any idea, Vihaan! He called about a projectânothing more, nothing less. Youâre twisting this into something itâs not because you canât handle the fact that I have friends who happen to be men!â
Vihaanâs face hardened, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. âItâs not about your friends, Aarohi. Itâs about boundaries. And right now, it feels like youâre more concerned about him than about us.â
âBoundaries?â Aarohi said, her voice rising. âYou mean your boundaries. The ones you think you get to dictate. But this isnât just about you, Vihaan. This is my life, too, and I wonât let you control who I talk to or what I do.â
His expression darkened, his possessiveness seeping into every word. âIâm not trying to control you, Aarohi. Iâm trying to protect whatâs mine.â
She froze at his words, her heart pounding in her chest. âWhatâs yours?â she repeated, her voice trembling.
âYes,â he said firmly, his gaze unyielding. âYouâre mine, Aarohi. And I wonât let anyone come between usâespecially not Rohan.â
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Her chest tightened at the intensity in his voice, her emotions threatening to spill over. âYou donât get to decide whoâs a threat to us, Vihaan. Rohan is not a threat. The only thing threatening us right now is you and your inability to trust me.â
His jaw clenched, his voice sharp. âTrust isnât the issue here. Itâs about respect. And you answering his call, knowing how I feel about it, shows a lack of respect for me and this relationship.â
Aarohi stared at him in disbelief. âRespect? Do you even hear yourself? Respect is a two-way street, Vihaan, and right now, it feels like you only care about your side of it.â
The room fell into a tense silence, the air thick with unresolved tension. Vihaan took a step back, his expression a mix of anger and frustration.
âIâm trying to protect us, Aarohi,â he said finally, his voice softer but no less intense. âBut if you canât see that, then maybe weâre not on the same page.â
She shook her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. âYouâre not protecting us, Vihaan. Youâre suffocating us. And if you donât stop, there wonât be anything left to protect.â
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Vihaan watched as Aarohi turned away, her shoulders tense and her steps unsteady. He wanted to reach out, to pull her back and make her understand his perspective, but his pride held him back.
Aarohiâs mind raced as she left the room, her emotions swirling in a storm of anger, frustration, and sadness. She didnât know how to fix this, but one thing was clear: if Vihaan didnât learn to let go of his need for control, their relationship would never survive.
Would Vihaan realize the consequences of his actions before itâs too late? Or would his possessiveness drive Aarohi further away?