Recap chapter 1
Tall height, fair skin, attractive blue eyes,
and dressed in a black shirt—he looks deadly.
For that moment, time seems to stop.
At the same time, Ishaan's eyes also fall on Yash…
Both their gazes lock for a moment.
Their breaths pause slightly…
and their hearts beat a second late.
Suddenly, Yash comes back to his senses, places a hand on his chest, and thinks—
"What was that? Why am I looking at him like this?"
Chapter - 2
Aahan, who was sitting right beside them, had secretly brought a bottle of beer hidden inside his bag. With casual audacity, he pulled out the bottle as if it were nothing more than a harmless prank.
The moment Naira noticed, she shot him a sharp, warning glare. Yash, on the other hand, turned his face away, pressing his lips together—trying hard to suppress the laughter bubbling inside him.
Then Yash lifted his hand slightly, gesturing for Ishaan to come over.
Ishaan paused.
For a brief second, it felt as though he was studying them—wondering who these unfamiliar, overly confident people were who had called him. Then, with calm and measured steps, he walked toward their table.
And the moment he reached them—
Chaos.
Yash, Naira, and Aahan all began placing their orders at the same time.
Yet Yash's eyes…
They refused to leave Ishaan's face.
It was as if something invisible had tied his gaze there—something unfamiliar, unsettling, and strangely magnetic.
After Aahan finished ordering, Naira smoothly took over, speaking with quiet assurance, "Mushroom pizza, a burger, and chocolate cake—and yes, make one chicken burger too."
There was a softness in her voice, a silent care hidden between the words—as though every item she ordered was also a way of looking after Yash.
Yash was allergic to mushrooms, so she had specifically made sure the pizza for him was chicken. She knew his likes, his dislikes, his habits—sometimes even better than he knew himself. That was why she often
ordered for him without asking.
Yash glanced at her and smiled faintly.
It wasn't a loud smile. It wasn't even a happy one.
It was the kind of smile that carried comfort… familiarity… belonging. A belonging he himself couldn't fully understand.
Suddenly, Aahan leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Man, you two are absolutely perfect for each other. Why don't you just date already?"
His words dropped into the air like a spark.
Both Yash and Naira froze.
Then, at the exact same moment, they shouted, "Shut up!"
Their voices echoed loudly—but their hearts were pounding even louder.
Trying to cover the sudden awkwardness, Yash snapped at Aahan, "Bro, hurry up with your order, or this uncle here might get offended!"
Ishaan's eyes narrowed. He shot Yash an annoyed glare and replied coolly, "If I'm an uncle, then you're nothing but a baby boy."
For a second, the tension cracked.
Aahan and Naira burst into laughter.
Yash clenched his jaw, irritation flashing across his face. "Just place the damn order!"
Even in his irritation, there was a strange innocence—something only Naira could recognize, something she had seen a thousand times before.
Aahan quickly added the rest of his order. As Ishaan noted everything down and turned to leave, a faint smell reached his senses.
Alcohol.
He stopped, turned back politely, and said in a calm yet firm tone, "Sir, if you've brought beer with you, please keep it outside. Drinking isn't allowed inside our café."
His voice carried professionalism, not accusation.
But to Yash—
It felt like humiliation.
Yash stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor.
His voice dropped into a heavy, arrogant tone, "Oh hello, whoever you are… how dare you accuse innocent people like us? Do you even know who I am? And what I can do to you?"
It wasn't just alcohol speaking.
It was wounded pride. A fragile ego. And something else he didn't want to name.
Ishaan didn't back down. His eyes hardened as he replied, "I know exactly who you are—rich, arrogant, and spoiled. Someone who clearly doesn't know how to talk to people."
Now there was no politeness left between them.
Only anger.
Before Yash could explode further, Aahan stepped closer and whispered, "Stop it, bro. He's right. I brought the beer—it's in my bottle."
Silence.
Yash glared at Aahan.
Inside his mind, one thought echoed bitterly— Shit… I've embarrassed myself in front of this uncle.
For a moment, his face softened.
Then, just as quickly, he rebuilt the wall around himself.
Sitting back down with renewed arrogance, he said loudly, "So what? Even if I did bring it—how dare you talk to Yash Malhotra like that? Now I'll sit right here in your café and drink. Let's see what you can do!"
Leaning back like a king on his throne, he placed both his legs on the table, grabbed Aahan's bottle, twisted the cap open, and began drinking shamelessly.
Naira's breath caught.
Aahan stared in shock.
No matter how rude Yash could be—he had never crossed this line before.
This wasn't just alcohol.
It was a storm— of hurt pride, of buried fear, and of a strange, dangerous attraction he didn't yet understand.
Ishaan finally lost his patience.
Ignoring Naira's desperate attempts to stop Yash, Ishaan stepped forward, forcefully pushed Yash's legs off the table, grabbed the bottle, and placed a firm hand on Yash's shoulder.
Looking straight into his eyes, he said harshly, "I already told you, baby boy—drinking isn't allowed here. And if you want to drink so badly, then get out of my café and do it outside!"
Standing so close to Ishaan—
Yash's heart betrayed him.
It started pounding wildly. His anger froze. His breath grew uneven.
Once again, he got lost in Ishaan's eyes.
Something dangerous stirred inside him.
Regaining his senses, Yash shoved Ishaan away and shouted, "How dare you touch Yash Malhotra!"
The café had gone silent.
People were watching. Some were recording.
Everyone knew who Yash was—the son of Rajveer Malhotra, Mumbai's biggest businessman.
But today…
They didn't just see his power.
They saw him breaking.
Terrified, Naira grabbed Yash's hand, threw the bottle into the dustbin, and apologized to Ishaan repeatedly. Then she tried to pull Yash away.
Fear was written all over her face— for Yash, for his image, for what this moment could turn into.
Outside Sunshine Café, Yash angrily jerked his hand free. "What is this, yaar? Why did you drag me out? I was showing that waiter his place! Who does he think he is?"
Naira cut him off, her voice shaking,
"Enough, Yash! What's wrong with you? Everyone was watching, recording. What if your dad finds out?"
Her fear was real.
Raw.
Yash looked at her, anger clouding his judgment. "So you care about that man now, huh? Fine. Go. I don't want anything to do with you either!"
The words stabbed straight into Naira's heart.
She knew it was the alcohol talking.
But pain doesn't listen to logic.
Without another word, Yash got into his car, locked the doors, started the engine, and drove away. Naira banged on the window, begging him to stop—but he was already gone.
The red tail lights disappeared into the darkness, taking his anger, his confusion, and his broken heart with them.
Naira stood frozen on the road.
Aahan gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey… don't cry. I'm here. I'll drop you home."
Her voice broke as she replied, "I'm really worried about Yash… I shouldn't have mentioned his dad. You know how sensitive he is about that."
Tears slipped down her cheeks.
Even Aahan felt uneasy now—but he tried to reassure her. "He'll be okay by morning. Come on… let's go."
Naira nodded silently and got into the car.
As they drove away, one fear echoed loudly in their hearts—
In their silence, only one fear echoed—
that Yash might end up getting himself into serious trouble.
What if this night changed everything forever?
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