Chapter 86 - No explanation

"I owe you no explanation" adjusting the phone between his left ear and neck, Vihaan spoke on the phone.

Removing his shoe while sitting on his bed, Only one per cent of his mind was on the conversation, rest on the further things he was going to do.

He walked toward the full view mirror and, roaming his right hand on his hair as a habit, he starts, unbuttoning his shirt.

He stopped after unbuttoning the top two-button, the anger and frustration evident on his face.

"It was a mutual decision, Kritika! We decided to break up after discussing with each other." hastening the process of unbuttoning, he jerks it off from his body and toss it somewhere on the bed.

He was in no mood to deal with anyone of them.

"I do not want to have any talk regarding this, ever. Do not tell me you can't keep your personal and professional life separate! I respect you but do not change my opinion on it just because you are drunk!" not minding his rude tone, Vihaan spoke all of it a single sentence..

He did not give Kritika a single second to reply.

Roaming his hand on his hair in a pissed mood, he looked at his nȧkėd ċhėst in the mirror and, the mood changed when his eyes moved lower to his abdomen. No longer was he looking angry or frustrated, but in pain, for sure.

Removing the square-shaped white bandage which he saw was now covered in his blood on his lower abdomen, he hisses a little in pain when he felt the air hitting the wound covered in something brownish called 'betadine'.

The collision with Shanaya before party might have hurt him more than he had expected. He had felt a little pain when he had hugged.

But, he had no regret of it.

He was ready to do it again every time.

The wound seemed to be three inches long deep cut horizontally.

He knew he needed to bandage it, again, and, going over to his bed, he picked the phone, which had landed safely.

"I need the band-aid kit immediately and do not dare to tell anyone about it" speaking in a hush but the commanding tone, Vihaan hung up the phone and moved back in front of the mirror.

But no longer was he looking at the cut, his eyes were on his neck and, he felt no more pain, his mind distracted by the mere sight of it.

Going to his bed, he lay down in the pants, not bothering to change it. All he could think was adding the thing in the scene he wanted to create with Shanaya. He would have added kissing her on those soft and juicy red lips he wanted all over him, again. He would have added kissing on her neck, suċkɨnġ her throat, biting on her neck and marking her body, his.

His heart pound when he imagined roaming his hands on her body and wondered how it would feel when he will do it.

He cursed when he realized it was not possible. He knew very well Shanaya would never allow it, consciously for sure.

Just like that Kiss, on his birthday eve, the best birthday gift.

His face lit up in a smile when he recalled exiting the Singhania's party. He was genuinely surprised to hear 'Thank you and sorry' from Shanaya, for he had never hoped for it.

He had always done what he liked, and he did the same with Shanaya's case.

Yes, he would have loved to handle the case himself, but those pleading eyes of Shanaya were, he guessed affective.

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A floor down, in Vansh's room, Shanaya was not at peace. Her heart was pounding against her rib, looking at the Ipad in her hand. Staring back at her from the Ipad screen were the eyes of Vihaan.

The picture she had been gaping was of Vihaan standing with Singhania but what was fluttering her was the headlight, which read" Mr Vihaan Singh Rathore, the heartthrob for millions of girls sighted with lipsticks marks! Is he dating someone?".

Adding more to it, his neck where the marks were, was highlighted with a red circle.

"How could he be so careless!!!" biting her lips, messing her hair with her hands, she screamed at no one particular.

It had been just an hour since they leave the party and the picture was already viral! It was one of the time Shanaya hated the power of Media and Internet.

"I do not give a damn!" placing the Ipad on the table in front of the couch she was seated with a little bit more force than required, she sat against the back of it, her bȧrė feet on it, her knees a few inches away from her ċhėst.

She hated the helplessness in which she was sitting just a floor away from the culprit of the incident.

Hell, she hated the idea of not even able to confront Vihaan she had no valid reason!

She had not found any mention of her in the news.

Deep in thoughts, Shanaya's eyes were on the colour of the nail paint which was red, but, her mind was on the after-party conversation with Vihaan and, her heart was pounding remembring what he had responded in answer.

Looking at her, Vihaan remained silent. His mind thinking hard. He opened his mouth after a second "Are you thankful and sorry from your heart?"

"Ofcourse!" lifting her head, Shanaya looked straight in his eyes.

Every word she spoke was from her heart and, she was not going to be a coward, for not taking responsibility for her own, words.

Giving her his one of the mischief smile, he closed the distance between them and spoke with beaming eyes" Prove it by doing something for me."

Taken aback by his words, Shanaya gulped down the confidence she had a minute earlier and spoke hastily" What do I need to do?".

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