Next day, again I invited him to my house, And Vihaan Malhotra didn't hesitate for a second.
The apartment was too quiet when we stepped inside.
I set my keys down, walked to the kitchen, and pretended this was normal.
But nothing about this was normal.
Vihaan hovered near the dining table, looking around like he was getting a glimpse into something he wasn't supposed to see.
I cleared my throat. "Sit. I'll get the food."
He smirked. "You made me dinner now?"
I didn't look at him. "I cooked already. Might as well feed you."
Vihaan hummed. "Careful, Mehul. You're setting the bar too high."
I rolled my eyes. "Just sit."
We ate without rushing.
Vihaan, for once, wasn't loud.
He just sat there, eating like this wasn't a big deal.
Like this wasn't our first time alone like this.
But I could feel it.
The shift.
So I asked ,"What do u want to ask?"
Vihaan being Vihaan honestly asked me the question that was weighing on his mind, "Are we seriously dating now or is it a casual thing?".
This guy really thought I would let go of the only chance I got after years of having been in one-sided love.
I said, "I thought We were a couple now that we have gone on two dates."
He just grinned.
The way his foot brushed against mine under the table.
The way he kept glancing at me between bites.
The way I was hyper-aware of every single movement.
And then, when the food was gone—he didn't leave.
He just stretched, leaned back, and grinned.
"So, what's next?"
I hesitated.
Then—before I could overthink it—
I said it.
"TV?"
Vihaan raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to Netflix and chill me?"
I nearly threw my glass at him.
"Shut up and sit."
He laughed.
But he still followed me to the couch.
The Part Where It Got Dangerous
The show?
Something random. Background noise.
Because suddenly—none of it mattered.
Vihaan was next to me.
Close.
Too close.
And at some point—I touched him.
I didn't even realize I was doing it.
Just a small movement.
My fingers, brushing against his forearm.
Slow. Testing.
And he noticed.
He didn't move.
Didn't say anything.
But I could feel it.
The way his muscles tensed under my touch.
The way his breathing shifted.
The way his eyes flicked to me, watching, waiting.
And then—he spoke.
"Are you doing that on purpose?"
I swallowed.
Didn't answer.
Because I wasn't sure what the right answer was.
But Vihaan?
Vihaan had already decided for both of us.
He turned slightly—fully facing me now.
Expression unreadable.
I felt my heartbeat slam against my ribs.
Because this was it.
The moment I had been waiting for.
And I couldn't even pretend I didn't want it.
So, instead of answering—
I leaned in first.
The second our lips met—I was gone.
Vihaan was warm. Soft. Completely intoxicating.
His hands slid to my waist, gripping just enough to pull me closer.
And I let him.
Let myself sink into him.
Let myself feel everything I had been holding back.
One of my hands gripped his shirt, the other tangled in his hair.
He groaned against my mouth, pressing harder, deeper, hungrier.
Like he had been waiting for this just as long as I had.
And when we finally pulled apart—we were both breathless.
I exhaled, trying to clear my head.
But Vihaan?
Vihaan just grinned.
"Damn, Mehul."
I scowled. "Don't ruin the moment."
He laughed.
And then—he kissed me again.
Like he had no intention of stopping now.
And honestly?
Neither did I.