Will Pov
washed my hands, but my mind wouldn't quiet down. Why did I help her? Why was I so gentle while treating her wounds? That wasn't like me. I tried to shake the thoughts away and walked into the hall, where I saw my mom talking to her, smiling warmly. She looked fine on the outside, but I could sense the pain she was hiding. I sat down on the sofa without saying a word and buried myself in my phone, pretending not to care, even though my attention kept drifting back to her.
Minnie POV
I wondered if Will's mom would check whether I was okay. I forced a smile and said, "I'm okay, aunty." She was really kind, and somehow, I felt comfortable around her. She introduced herself as Mia and told me about their family. Will's father, Parkar, looked at me and smiled in a friendly way. When Mia mentioned that they lived in Paris and had come to Chennai for a vacation, I nodded quietly. Will didn't look at me even once, but his silence felt heavier than words
She talked about her hobbies, about how they lived in Paris, and about their business. She mentioned that Will was the CEO of their company, saying it with pride. Then she asked me about my parents and what I was doing. I shared a few details -about my degree related to the film industry, my hobbies, and a little about my mother. After some time, I said that I should go home.
Mia: "Oh, I didn't realize how much time had passed. You can't walk properly, so I'll ask Will to drop you home."
Minnie POV
I looked at him, then quickly looked away. "No, no, aunty. It's okay. I'll call my friend-she'll come and pick me up," I said.
Will finally lifted his gaze from his phone. For a second, our eyes met. His expression was unreadable, cold as ever, yet there was something sharp in his stare, like he was measuring me. He stood up slowly, slipped his phone into his pocket, and said in a flat tone, "I'll drop her."
Before I could protest, Mia smiled. "See? It's settled."
I wanted to refuse again, but the way Will was already reaching for the car keys made it clear-this wasn't a question. He walked ahead without waiting for me, not once looking back. I followed him, my heart racing, confused about why his silence affected me more than any gentle words ever could.
Will POV
I didn't wait for her response. I grabbed the keys and walked toward the door. Arguing would only make things longer, and I didn't want my mom worrying. Still, I slowed my steps when I heard her uneven footsteps behind me. I told myself it was nothing-just basic responsibility-but my body reacted before my mind did. I opened the car door for her without a word and closed it gently, then got in and started the engine, my face blank, my thoughts loud.
After pulling onto the road, I spoke without looking at her.
"Which route to your house?"
Minnie POV
"The second left after the signal," I replied softly.
The ride stayed quiet-no music, no words. Will kept his eyes on the road, distant and unreadable. Yet every time the road shook, he slowed down. When my ankle shifted and I winced, he noticed and eased the speed without a word. He didn't ask if I was okay. And Even didn't look at me.
The car stopped in front of my house. Will turned off the engine and sat still for a moment. "We're here," he said, his voice flat.
I nodded and reached for the door, but a sharp pain shot through my ankle. I hissed softly before I could stop myself.
Will noticed.
Without a word, he got out of the car and came around to my side. He opened the door and held it steady. "Careful," he said quietly- just one word, but it caught me off guard.
"I'm fine," I replied, even though we both knew it wasn't true.
He didn't argue. He simply offered his arm, not looking at me. I hesitated, then took it. His grip was firm, protective, nothing gentle about it-yet he slowed his steps to match mine
When we reached the gate, he let go immediately and stepped back, putting distance between us again. "Don't walk on it much," he said, already turning toward the car.
I watched him leave, my heart heavier than before. He never once looked back.
But somehow, I knew-this wouldn't be the last time our paths crossed.💔✨
Will POU
I drove away without looking back. That was better. Safer. Still, her face stayed with me-the way she tried to hide her pain, the way her voice softened when she spoke. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, annoyed at myself. She was just someone I helped. Nothing more.
Yet my mind betrayed me.
I remembered how light her hand felt on my arm, how she said she was fine when she clearly wasn't. I'd seen that kind of strength before-the kind that came from surviving, not confidence. It bothered me more than it should have.
I told myself I didn't care. I always did.
But as the road stretched ahead, one thought refused to leave me:
Why did letting her go feel harder than dropping her home?
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