TRISHA
The next evening, we were getting ready to attend the event – a party hosted by the NEP party. Since both the Shergills and the Walias were invited, it was inevitable that Krish and I would be there too.
I watched Krish conversing animatedly with Ayaan in the living room. They were discussing the security arrangements for both families, especially now that they knew who our enemy was – Raghav and Ayaan’s real father, the Bat Gang leader, Tej Khurana. It was evident that we needed to be more cautious than ever before.
Yesterday when Krish stalked me to the café where I’d been to meet Yug, it had struck a chord deep within me, igniting a flicker of hope that perhaps his feelings for me had never truly faded. But then, his parting question had doused that hope, leaving me uncertain again.
He was right to ask me what would I do if he admitted he still loved me. I honestly didn't know. Part of me yearned to throw myself into his arms, to finally give in to the consuming desire that had always burned between us. But another part - the logical part - knew that opening myself up to that kind of vulnerability again could mess everything up for him. I was ready to lose anything but not what Krish had built all these years with his hard work.
That is why compartmentalizing my feelings for Krish and focusing solely on my duties was a must. But seeing him, hearing the raw emotion in his voice, it had all come rushing back, threatening to overwhelm me.