Chapter 84

I woke up sore.

And warm.

And completely tangled with Vihaan.

For a second, I just lay there, letting reality sink in.

Last night had been… a lot.

And now?

Now, I was waking up in his arms.

This was real.

I left bedroom, only to find Vihaan already awake, cooking in my kitchen.

Lost in thought.

I frowned. "Morning."

He blinked, glanced at me—then grinned.

"So. How do you like your eggs?"

…What?

Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting at the dining table, watching in horror as Vihaan completely ruined my kitchen.

There was burnt toast.

There was a half-cooked omelet that was falling apart.

There was smoke.

A lot of smoke.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Vihaan. Stop."

He looked over his shoulder, panicked.

"I got this!"

A loud sizzle.

I narrowed my eyes. "You really don't."

Another sizzle. More smoke.

I sighed. "We're eating out."

Vihaan groaned. "But I wanted to be romantic."

I exhaled. "The only thing romantic about this is how I haven't strangled you yet."

We ended up at a small café near his place, sipping chai and eating food that wasn't burnt.

Vihaan, of course, was completely unbothered.

"Next time, I'll do better."

I raised an eyebrow. "There won't be a next time if you burn my apartment down."

He just smirked. "We'll see about that."

And before I could respond—

He leaned in. And whispered in my ear.

Vihaan just grinned. "What? No complaints?"

I scowled. "Eat your damn food."

He laughed.

But I noticed.

I noticed the way he looked at me.

Like he was starting to realize something.

Like last night wasn't just a one-time thing.

And I?

I wasn't sure if I was ready for that realization.

The café should have been the end of it.

But somehow—we ended up at Vihaan's place.

And somehow—we didn't even make it to the couch.

Because the second we stepped inside—Vihaan grabbed my wrist.

Pulled me in.

And kissed me senseless.

This time, it wasn't soft.

It wasn't casual.

It was hungry.

Like he had been waiting all morning.

Like he had been holding back.

And the next thing I knew—

We were in his bedroom.

Much later—when I was exhausted, breathless, and too warm under his sheets—

Vihaan sat up.

Ran a hand through his hair.

And then—he got out of bed.

I blinked. "Where are you going?"

He grabbed his jacket.

"Need to clear my head. Gonna take my bike for a ride."

I frowned. "Now?"

"Take the car."

He just shot me a small smirk.

"Don't worry. I'll be back before you miss me."

And with that—he was gone.

And for the first time since last night—I was alone.

And I had no idea what that meant.