Unspoken Feelings

The tension at Veer estate had eased slightly, but an unspoken weight still hung in the air. Despite the increased security, Arya found herself growing restless. She knew Veer was doing everything to protect her, but she also knew that danger was still lurking somewhere beyond their reach.

That morning, as she walked into the garden, she found Veer sitting on the stone bench near the fountain. He looked different—less like the intimidating businessman she had met months ago and more like a man lost in thought.

"You're up early," she said, sitting beside him.

Veer smirked slightly. "Couldn't sleep."

Arya smiled. "That makes two of us."

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence. The morning breeze carried the scent of roses, and the soft trickle of water from the fountain filled the space between them.

Then Veer turned to her, his expression serious. "Are you alright?"

Arya hesitated. "Honestly? I don't know."

Veer's gaze softened. "You don't have to be strong all the time, you know."

She blinked, caught off guard by his words. "I'm just trying to handle everything."

He nodded. "I know. But you're not alone in this, Arya."

Something about the way he said her name made her chest tighten. She wanted to believe him—to trust that she wasn't fighting this battle alone.

Slowly, she rested her head against his shoulder. "Thank you, Veer."

She felt him stiffen slightly before relaxing. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "Anytime."

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The morning sunlight cast a soft golden hue over Veer estate, filtering through the branches of the ancient oak trees that lined the garden path. The air carried the delicate scent of roses, and the rhythmic trickle of water from the fountain created a peaceful melody against the quiet dawn.

Arya walked slowly along the cobbled path, her thoughts drifting as she admired the stillness of the moment. Despite the increased security, despite the lingering threat of someone watching from the shadows, she found herself drawn to the garden—the one place that felt untouched by the tension surrounding them.

As she approached the stone bench near the fountain, she was surprised to find Veer already there. He was seated with one arm resting on the back of the bench, his other hand wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. His dark eyes were distant, lost in thought, and for once, he looked... at peace.

Arya hesitated before stepping closer. "You're up early."

Veer glanced up, the corners of his lips lifting in a small, familiar smirk. "So are you."

She sat beside him, inhaling the crisp morning air. "I couldn't sleep."

Veer nodded, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "That makes two of us."

For a while, neither of them spoke. They simply sat together, listening to the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. There was something soothing about the silence between them, a quiet understanding that didn't need words.

Eventually, Veer broke the silence. "Are you alright?"

Arya exhaled softly. "I don't know."

It was the most honest answer she could give. The past few days had been overwhelming—the attack, the revelations, the realization that someone had been watching her for far longer than she had ever imagined. It was enough to leave her feeling unsteady, as if she were walking on uncertain ground.

Veer studied her for a moment before setting his coffee down on the stone ledge beside him. "You don't have to be strong all the time, you know."

Arya blinked at him, caught off guard by his words. "I'm just trying to handle everything."

"I know." His voice was gentle, yet firm. "But you're not alone in this."

Something inside her softened. She wanted to believe that, wanted to trust that she wasn't carrying the weight of all this on her own. But trust had never come easy to her—not even before her world had been turned upside down.

Still, there was something about Veer. The way he looked at her, the way he had been there for her in ways she hadn't expected. She wasn't sure when it had started, this quiet pull between them, but it was undeniable.

Tentatively, she leaned her head against his shoulder. She felt him stiffen for the briefest moment before he relaxed, his body warm and solid beside hers.

"Thank you, Veer," she murmured.

He was quiet for a beat, and then, in a voice so soft she almost didn't hear it, he replied, "Anytime."

A Gentle Morning

They stayed like that for a while, letting the world fade away. Arya wasn't sure how much time passed—maybe minutes, maybe longer—but for once, she felt safe. Not because of the guards or the high walls of Veer estate, but because of the man sitting beside her.

Eventually, Veer shifted slightly. "Did you eat breakfast?"

Arya smiled. "Are you about to lecture me about taking care of myself?"

He smirked. "I might be."

She laughed softly. "I was planning to eat after my walk."

Veer stood, holding out his hand. "Come on, then."

Arya hesitated before taking it. His grip was warm, steady.

They walked back to the main house together, side by side, their hands brushing against each other every so often. Neither of them spoke about it, but Arya felt a strange warmth spread through her at the simple, unspoken connection.

Inside, the dining hall was already set for breakfast. The long mahogany table gleamed under the morning light, adorned with an assortment of fresh fruit, toast, eggs, and tea.

Rohan was already seated, flipping through a newspaper. He glanced up as they entered, his gaze flicking between Arya and Veer before a slow grin spread across his face.

"Well, well," Rohan mused, setting the paper down. "You two seem… refreshed."

Arya rolled her eyes as she took a seat. "Good morning to you too, Rohan."

Veer ignored his comment and poured himself a cup of tea. "Any updates?"

Rohan leaned back in his chair. "Nothing new since last night. The security team is still tracking down the woman from the kitchen, but she's disappeared without a trace."

Arya frowned. "So we still don't know who's behind this?"

Rohan shook his head. "Not yet. But we will."

A shadow passed over Veer's face, but he didn't say anything. Arya could tell that he was holding something back, something he wasn't ready to share yet.

Instead, he turned to her and said, "Eat."

Arya arched an eyebrow. "That's an order, is it?"

Veer smirked. "Consider it a suggestion."

She rolled her eyes but picked up a piece of toast anyway. As she ate, she couldn't help but notice the way Veer glanced at her every so often, as if making sure she was okay.

And maybe, just maybe, she was.

A Step Closer

Later that afternoon, Arya found herself in the library, curled up in a corner with a book. She wasn't really reading, though. Her mind kept drifting back to Veer, to the way he had spoken to her that morning, to the quiet moments they had shared.

She wasn't sure what it meant.

She wasn't sure she was ready to figure it out.

But when Veer appeared in the doorway a little while later, carrying two cups of tea, she realized that maybe… just maybe… she didn't have to figure it out alone.

He set one of the cups beside her.

Arya glanced up, surprised. "You brought me tea?"

Veer shrugged. "You like chamomile, right?"

Her heart did something strange in her chest.

She smiled, wrapping her fingers around the warm cup. "Yeah. I do."

Veer sat down across from her, his own tea in hand.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. They just sat there, in the quiet of the library, sipping tea together.

And for the first time in a long time, Arya felt like things were… okay.

Not perfect. Not safe.

But okay.

And maybe that was enough.