Chapter 45

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Vihan's POV

His polished confidence that screamed experience. He stepped closer to her, holding a glass of whiskey, his demeanor relaxed but calculated. He stopped in front of her and greeted her with a familiarity that made my skin crawl. “Roohi, it’s been years, hasn’t it? And yet, somehow, you’ve only grown more beautiful.”

“Thank you, Krish,” Roohi replied, her tone polite but distant. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss an event like this,” he said smoothly. “Especially not if it meant running into you. Tell me, how have you been? Still breaking hearts without even realizing it?”

Okay, that was it. This guy was laying it on thicker than butter on toast.

Roohi gave a soft laugh, brushing off his comment like the classy woman she was. But Krish wasn’t done. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough to make my fists itch. “You’ve always been the star of every room you walk into. Any man here would be lucky just to get a moment of your time.”

Seriously? That’s his opening line? I clenched my jaw so hard it felt like I was chewing rocks. He had barely said anything, but it was enough to make my teeth grind.

I swear my glass nearly shattered in my hand but I stayed back, my position giving me a clear view of their interaction. He was polite, I’d give him that. His flirting was subtle, barely crossing any lines. But it was there, and I hated it. Roohi seemed to take it in stride, smiling politely but not encouraging him.

Still, the man’s presence grated on my nerves.

Her brothers were close by, but they seemed preoccupied in conversation with others. I, on the other hand, couldn’t look away. My jaw ached from clenching, and my drink felt like it would shatter in my grip. The man was toeing the line, his tone friendly enough to avoid confrontation but layered with subtle flirtation.

Roohi shook her head lightly, brushing off his comment. “You are exaggerating, Krish.”

“Not at all,” he said smoothly, his smile widening. “You’ve always been special, Roohi. If only I’d been smart enough to tell you that sooner.”

That was it. My chest burned with an inexplicable fire. My teeth ground together so tightly that my temples throbbed. I set my drink down on the bar with a forceful thud, the sound lost in the music but loud enough in my head.

I wanted to stride over there, to step between them, to tell him to back the hell off. But I couldn’t. Not without making a scene.

Roohi tilted her head, her smile still in place, though I could tell she was getting uncomfortable. “That’s sweet of you to say, Krish, but I think you’ve had a bit too much whiskey.”

I swear I wanted to beat the man but I could not let her brothers see that I was here.

But if that man would go beyond my limit of tolerance, I would beat him to a pulp. I stood by the bar, pretending to enjoy my drink while Krish continued to hover around Roohi like a moth drawn to a flame.

His smooth words and polished demeanor grated my nerves, and I could see right through his "Mr. Nice Guy" act. The way he leaned in, flashed his practiced smile, and tried to monopolize Roohi’s attention was enough to make my blood boil.

But Roohi? She was too polite to shut him down outright. She deflected his advances with the kind of grace and dignity only she could muster, but I could sense her discomfort. Krish wasn’t just pushing his luck—he was taking advantage of her being too kind to call him out.

Her polite deflection was enough to make him chuckle and take a step back. “Perhaps,” he admitted, raising his glass in mock surrender. “But the truth doesn’t change, does it? I saw how you have grown into such a beautiful lady. You looked gorgeous, out of the world at the recent wedding. I wanted to compliment you then and there but since it was your friend's wedding, I did not. But I have not been able to stop thinking about you."

What the hell?? Could he be that person, who was sending gifts?? He was flirting openly.

At this point, I was mentally calculating how long it would take me to drag him outside and throw him into the nearest fountain.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. My fingers itched to do something—anything. I swallowed the last of my drink in one gulp, the burn in my throat barely registering through the inferno of emotions coursing through me.

When he finally moved on to another conversation, I stayed rooted in place, my heart pounding. The urge to confront him was overwhelming, but I knew it wasn’t the right time. Not yet.

Instead, I did the next best thing: I snapped his picture discreetly. My mind was already plotting. Who was this guy? What skeletons were rattling in his closet? Because if he thought he could flirt his way into Roohi’s good graces, he was in for a rude awakening.

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