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04|Rejections

Veer

Four years ago.

“Veer, common fast you are so slow.” Aadhya said, barely containing her giggles as she ran ahead of me.

I smiled following two steps behind her to make sure that she doesn’t fall and gets herself injured.

“Watchout or you will fall heaven.” I said, quickening my step when I saw her stumble but she balanced herself before my hand could reach her and kept running.

We have been together since childhood, I don’t mean it in that way, I mean friends—we’ve been friends since childhood and I’ve been hopelessly in love with her since then.

But I don’t think she feels the same for me and it’s totally fine until she doesn’t start loving someone else I will keep trying making her fall for me and the day she does fall for me, I’ll worship the ground she walks on…Well I still do that but I will become more obvious with my actions.

We finally reached the edge of the mountain and I stood beside her. It has been our little thing since the past two years, every two months we’d go on a hike…Just the two of us, away from all the chaos of the world.

Spending time with her was probably the only time in the world when my mind shuts down and doesn’t spiral to think of killing anyone.

“It’s so pretty." She whispered dramatically, clicking the pictures of the mountains ahead.

“Yeah it is.” I breathed, my gaze fixed on her side profile.

She looked at me and realized what I meant and I felt her breath hitch and I diverted my gaze from her to the mountains ahead so I didn't seem inappropriate because the last thing I wanted was her to be scared of me.

“Umm…Can you click some pictures of me?” She asked, offering her phone to me as if I can ever say no to her.

At this point even if she asked for my life I would hand it to her happily.

I took the phone from her hand with a silly little grin tugging at the corner of my lips.

I positioned the phone as she started posing. I snapped some quick shots of her.

Then she took the phone from me and started swiping through the pictures I had clicked.

“Perfect.” She whispered to herself it was barely visible but I heard it anyway and smiled thinking that she’s perfect that’s why her pictures are perfect.

I can’t even tell her.

Her arm curled around my neck as she pulled me down some inches so our heads were touching each other and I leaned into her smiling as she clicked a selfie of us together which that silly little cat filter on snapchat.

“You look cute.” She murmured shoving the phone into my face as the screen displayed our selfie she had just taken.

“And you look like a little kitten.” I replied, taking the phone from her.

“I am not a kitten.” She said, offended and smacked my arm.

Then we watched the sunset and I had already set the camera on the tripod with it’s timer on so we could take some good pictures.

She was gazing at the sunset, smiling happily and I turned towards her and took a ring box from my pocket. Yes, I was going to propose to her, going to tell her everything I’ve been keeping inside me all these years.

Taking a deep breath, I knelt in front of her and opened the box and she turned to face me, her eyes widening in shock more than surprise.

“Veer what are you?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I know it’s weird but I couldn’t wait any longer, I’ve wanted to tell this to you for the past two years.” I avoided her eyes, afraid of what I might see there.

“V-Veer, I don’t think it’s appropriate.” She spoke and I finally forced my eyes to meet hers.

Pain flickered in them but I masked it like I always did.

This was her rejecting me for the very first time and after that day she has rejected my second proposal which I did at our favourite park where we both met for the first time.

I got rejected again and then like a man who has no self respect, I proposed to her again at an amusement park where we were on the ferries wheel.

And you guessed it right, I got rejected again.

The fourth time was over a text…Lame,I know but at that time I got assigned a really risky assignment and I thought that if I didn’t tell her this now then if I didn’t make it back to her, I’ll die with regret, and this heartless woman still rejected me.

After that the pattern went on and I got rejected fifteen times, fifteen fucking time. She was lucky that I loved her enough to let her humiliate me time and again.

Not like I am one of those boys who take rejection on their ego and then try and some of them even succeed in ruining that innocent girl's life.

For me, if my heaven even drives a knife deep in my chest, I would still want her to kiss me one last time before I am gone forever.

In the past months I’ve gotten countless proposals for marriage and I have rejected every single proposal.

People have now started gossiping that Major Veer Singhania doesn’t wanna get settled or just doesn’t wanna get tied up by marriage, but the truth is if Aadhya had said yes to me.

I had gotten married to her months ago already but maybe I am not charming enough for her.

And I am still waiting for her like the pathetic excuse of a human that I am.

“Veerrrrr, let's go to that newly opened cat cafe.” Aadhya squealed, gripping my bicep and shaking me aggressively.

She still talked to me with the same excitement that she used to before my proposals like she hadn’t rejected me fifteen times already but then again as long as she is not committed to anyone else I am good.

“Fine.” I sighed before flashing a smile at her which made her grin wider.

We went to that stupid little cafe she wanted and as soon as we entered the cafe she saw a black kitten and ran to it and picked it up in her arms kissing all over its little face.

“What gender?” I quired.

“Male.” That silly little grin never left her face.

“He is so cute, Veer look.” She offered for me to hold the cat.

I took him from her kissing the top of his head and he meowed nuzzling into my chest.

“Veer, can we adopt him pleaseeeeee.” She used that voice, the one I can never deny too.

“Fine, what have you decided to name him?”

“Cupcake.” She said scratching behind his ear, and cupcake meowed as if telling that he lifted the name.

We did all the procedures and finally brought cupcake, home. I and Aadhya didn’t have a house together but she’s staying over for the night.

“Veer, he's so cute, look, he is trying to bite my fingers with his little teeth.”

I handed her the coffee cup before settling down beside her looking at her face with a softness that only she could bring out of me.

“Hey, little guy don’t you dare hurt her.” I said when I saw he was really determined to bite on her fingers.

I took him into my arms so he wouldn't hurt her. “Stay away from her, do you get that?” I warned him and in response a paw landed on my left cheek, and before I could scold him, soft giggles reached my ears. I looked up to see Aadhya laughing while her hands clutched her stomach and just like that the irritation drained out of me.

“He—He smacked t-the great Major—Major Veer Singhania.” She said the words while trying to stop laughing.

God I love this girl so much…

“What do you want to eat?” I asked my hand, lifting up to brush the strand of hair that stuck to her cheek away from her face but I forced my hand to stop mid motion.

I pulled my hand back, thank god she didn’t see it or it’d be so awkward.

“You know I’ll eat anything you cook.” She spoke between the giggles and I passed her a smile before standing up and walking up to the kitchen.

I decided to make paneer paratha as she loved them so much.

I was just making stuffing when a smack landed on my butt cheek…I froze mid motion, and then slowly looked over my shoulder as a done expression painted my face. I already knew it was Aadhya, no one else except her has the audacity or guts to harass me like that.

When my eyes met hers she had the most innocent expression on her face that I;ve ever seen in my life which meant that she knew what she did and wasn’t even one percent guilty about it.

“Aadhya…” I warned but like the shameless human being that she was she leaned closer and squeezed my ass, fuck…

I grabbed her wrist, pinning her slightly between me and the platform leaning in. “You do realise you are harassing the man you rejected fifteen times right?” I murmured, my voice burning with barely contained frustration.

My eyes briefly flickered down to her lips before I forced them to stay on her eyes.

“What? Got a problem with that?” She asked, her voice was a seductive whisper as she wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me closer and my eyes like the traitor that they are they dipped down to her lips again and I swallowed hard, while there was a whole different thing going on inside my pants just by hearing to that voice.

Great, fucking great…

The mighty Major Veer Singhania known for his self control and the lethal restraint that he curries everywhere he goes is unraveling so badly just because she used that tone on him.

Fuck I need to jerk off, “I’ll be back.” I said in a single breath before pulling away from her and bolting upstairs to my room.

I slammed the door shut before running inside the attached bathroom. I leaned against the washbasin for a second, breathing hard.

My legs trembled really badly but I was relieved that I controlled myself and didn’t hurt Aadhya.

I washed my face before forcing myself to stand still. I leaned my back against the washbasin then I unbuckled my belt and opened my pants sliding it down. My hand shook violently.

Then I slid down my boxers, my dick was there, hard as rock, precum coating it already.

I slowly wrapped one of my trembling hands around the shaft, “ahh—Aadhya.” Her name left my lips in one breathless moan.

Fuck, I shut my eyes tightly as I started moving my hand up and down my cock.

My free hand gripped the basin behind me for support as I increased the pace. My mouth opened in a silent moan.

My legs trembled violently as I whimpered her name again and again.

“C-Common”

“Fuck, A-adhya—baby”

“I-I can’t”

“Ahh—ahhhh” I moaned one last time as I came all over my hand and the floor of the washroom.

My breathing was uneven as if I had run a marathon.

I washed my hand and took a quick shower and then changed into a comfy black tee and grey sweatpants by then my breathing had turned back to normal.

I walked downstairs only to find her sleeping peacefully on the couch with cupcake in her arms who was chewing on her shirt.

I gently took him from her arms without disturbing her sleep, she stirred a little but didn’t wake up.

I put cupcake down with the bowl filled with his food which Aadhya got on her way back.

Then I went back to the kitchen to continue cooking from where I left it.

I finished making the food then I woke Aadhya up and had to feed her with my hands because she was too sleepy. Not that I am complaining or something.

After she ate the food, madam demanded I drop her to her room. I did exactly what I was told like the slave I was for her.

I tucked her in, then I tucked cupcake in her arms too, then I went to my own room to catch some sleep too. My room was beside hers by the way, I can't stay away from my heaven.

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I was woken up by the sound of a creaking door in the middle of the night. I had become a light sleeper ever since I had joined the army.

I got up and walked out of my room and saw my so-called mother peeking into the room my heaven was sleeping in. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her away before she could get in as my other hand clamped on her mouth so her shout didn't wake Aadhya up.

I dragged her downstairs, “Stay miles away from her.” I growled as I pushed her to the ground.

“Guards…” I shouted trying to keep my voice as low as I could so I wouldn't wake up Aadhya.

On my command two armoured guards came from the door and stood in front of me.

“Take her to the basement.” I ordered, my eyes never leaving her terrified ones.

She instantly grabbed my leg crying and begging for me to spare her but not a single cell of my body will ever tolerate her hurting my Aadhya.

I kicked her hands off my leg and put my flip flops on her hand, crashing her fingers under my feet.

“Don’t you dare go near her.” I said through gritted teeth before my guards dragged her away.


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