Page 5 of One Hellish Desire

With that, she hurries away, her anklets tinkling with each step. I recall Daadi mentioning they belonged to Maahi's mother—her only link to her real family. But more than the anklets, her warning resonates in my mind. She wants me to maintain distance, and I should want the same, knowing Daadi's emotional connection to her. Last night's kiss was impulsive, fueled by anger at her intrusion. Though I relished the feel of her skin on my lips, I understand the consequences if Daadi discovers the truth. I must keep my distance, as I always have. Yet, for reasons I can't fathom, this time my body rebels against my mind's resolve.

As the kitchen staff returns, I depart, unbothered by their presence. My stay in Ratna Mahal is temporary. Once my business concludes, I'll return to the US, perhaps not setting foot here again for an untold length of time. Surely, during these fleeting days, I can rein in my desires. At least, that's what I tell myself.

CHAPTER 2

MAAHI

His presence in the house brings me no pleasure, only a sense of unease. I know all too well what he and his parents are capable of—the hurt they've inflicted on Daadi through years of absence despite their close family ties. As we sit at the dining table, I can't help but wonder what brings Prince Pompous here. His dark gazes follow me as I serve myself Aloo Poori, as if he's keeping count of every morsel I consume. But I refuse to let it faze me. My appetite is insatiable when I'm nervous or angry, and right now, I'm both.

“Why are you both so quiet?” Daadi's voice pierces my thoughts.

“Did you open my gifts?” he asks.

“I will today. But you didn't have to, Vikram. I know you're a busy man.”

I can't resist interjecting. “Daadi, people like him have assistants for such tasks. I'm sure his assistant purchased these gifts, not him.”

His heated glance meets mine before he turns to Daadi. “Does she always poison your mind against us?”

Anger flares within me. “How dare you?”

“I haven't dared yet, Cub. Pray I never do, or else...”

“Vikram, Maahi,” Daadi interrupts. “Ever since you two met again, all you do is argue. Can you please be cordial?”

I fall silent, focusing on my meal.

“Vikram, you haven't told me what brings you here,” Daadi prompts.

I hold my breath, eager to know the answer.

“Work, Daadi. I have some business here that...” He pauses, considering his words. “I'll share with you soon.”

“Alright,” she smiles.

Work? What work? Is my presence preventing him from sharing his agenda with Daadi? It wouldn't surprise me. He's been secretive since childhood.

“You'll finish your work and leave again. And I'll miss you,” Daadi says, a tinge of pain in her voice. I reach out, gently squeezing her arm to offer comfort. This is what I despise—the way the Grovers have hurt her with their absence.

“I can't stay, Daadi,” he replies. “My work is in the US. And...”

“I understand,” she forces a smile.

“Why don't you come with me to the US for a few weeks? Dad would love to see you.”

His suggestion puts me on high alert. I know Daadi misses her son and grandson deeply. If she decides to spend time with them in the US, I won't object. Her happiness is paramount. But at her age, she needs her family around her, not just a fleeting vacation.

Daadi smiles lovingly, touching my cheek before responding. “I can't leave this little girl alone here. Once she's married, I'll visit the US.”

The mention of my marriage stirs something within me. Like every girl, I have my own dreams and desires for my wedding and life partner. I have a list of wishes for my future relationship. Vikram stiffens at Daadi's words too but masks it with a smirk. A phone call diverts my attention.

“Bakshiji, Namaste (hello),” I greet my client. “The consignment will reach you tonight. I've confirmed with my team.”

Vikram's gaze shifts to me, curiosity piqued by the mention of a consignment.

“Jee shukriya (thank you),” I smile as Bakshiji praises the early delivery before ending the call. “Daadi, I need to make some calls. I'll see you in a bit.”

“Okay,” she nods.

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