Aira X Vihaan
Some scars don't fade. Some loves aren't
love. Some people... almost save you.
She was only 15 when her world cracked open. Groomed into a relationship disguised as love, she lost parts of herself she never even got to understand. By...
"It was never about love. It was all about control."
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She didn’t say anything.
Just stood there like I’d hit her with something she didn’t see coming.
Eyes wide. Shoulders stiff. Mouth parted like her voice got stuck somewhere between her guilt and pride.
Then— She walked away.
Perfect.
I leaned back in my chair, a quiet exhale brushing my lips.
That pause? That little frozen second of hers? It was mine.
People like Aira think silence makes them strong. That if they don’t react, they win.
They’re wrong.
Her silence wasn’t strength. It was panic, confusion, maybe even guilt—festering beneath that carefully calm face.
She still cared. That’s all I needed.
I didn’t turn to look at her. I didn’t have to. I felt her back there—stiff, uncomfortable, unraveling in real time. The air between us thick with everything she didn’t say.
In the 4th lecture, Newton’s Laws echoed through the classroom. I solved the problems before sir finished writing the questions. Scribbled answers mechanically, all the while aware of the weight of her stare.
Sir passed by, and glanced at my notebook.
“Amazing work, Arjun. You’re always one step ahead.”
I didn’t bother responding.
But she heard. I know she did.
Let her remember the kind of boy she pushed away. . . . Break.
Time to turn the knife.*smirking*
I stretched slow, casually. Walked over to Rhea like it was just another Tuesday. Her eyes lit up the second she saw me.
“Hey,” I said, voice low and easy. “Mind helping me with something?”
She blinked, surprised. “You? Need help?”
I smiled. “Even the best fake it sometimes.”
She laughed, moving over. I sat close. Too close. Let our arms brush. Just enough for Aira to notice—if she was watching.
She was. I know she was.
Rhea explained some physics crap I already knew. I pretended to listen, nodded like she was Einstein reborn. But all my focus?
Behind me through the window which is giving me the clear sight of her.
