Part 1
Vanya’s voice trembled with restrained fury as she stared at the man before her, her eyes blazing despite the tears threatening to spill.
"Who are you to force yourself into my life?" she asked, her voice a whisper that cut like glass.
Rivaan Kapoor stepped forward, his presence towering, but his voice gentle almost teasing. He reached out, curled her trembling finger in his, and said softly, “I’m Rivaan.”
His tone carried a certain innocence, a childlike sincerity that almost made her breath hitch. But Vanya snapped her hand back.
“Shut up… and just go!” she spat, the words escaping like a wounded animal’s cry.
Rivaan didn’t flinch. He took in the ache in her voice, the way she fought her own heart, and asked with quiet pain, “Why are you speaking to me like that?”
“I don’t
