CANVAS OF COURAGE [Ongoing]

Here is a new chapter as I promised but  still I upload early because you guys.

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"Love is the thread that stitches together the fabric of two lives into one seamless masterpiece."
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Siddarth Pov

I stepped into the café, distracted but composed—until my gaze landed on her.

The sight hit me in slow, deliberate waves.

Sanvi. Sitting at her usual table. With him.

My chest tightened before I could rationalize the reaction.

Rohan sat across from her, twirling a rose between his fingers like it was meant for her, like she was supposed to take it. My jaw locked instinctively. Eshan, beside me, stopped breathing entirely. 

"Oh," eshan whispered, his tone shifting into something deeply concerned. "I told you before take the chance and propose her see that loser Rohan are giving are rose."

"You still have time propose her".

I said nothing. But I know he is right.

Because that was the exact moment Sanvi reached forward and took the rose. And look toward me like she is challenging me.  Eshan audibly gasped beside me, as if he had just witnessed a car crash in real time. I barely heard him.

My focus had tunnel-visioned onto one thing:

Rohan's hand—still close.

Rohan's hand—reaching for hers.

Sanvi snapped back before he could touch her.

It was instinctive. Immediate.

That was the only invitation I needed.

Before I even thought, I was moving, closing the distance between us with sharp, purposeful steps.

The first thing I did?

I grabbed Rohan's wrist and pulled it back.

Firm. Controlled. Undeniable.

"Get up," I said smoothly.

He hesitated, He stood, stiff, utterly uncomfortable under my gaze.

I didn't step back.

Instead, I held my ground, my stare locked onto his like he was standing where he wasn't supposed to be.

"Your file," I said, voice even, sharp. "Submit it to me by tonight."

Eshan let out a low whistle behind me, impressed.

Rohan, intelligent enough to understand the exact situation he had landed himself in, hurriedly grabbed his things, practically bolted out of the café without looking back.

And then, finally, I turned toward Sanvi.

She was staring—expression unreadable, but her lips? Smirking, watching me with something close to amusement.

"That was unnecessary," she mused, 

I held her gaze, my voice dropping. "Was it?"

Eshan hummed from beside me, still an audience member to this disaster. "That was very unnecessary."