Hey my precious readers,
If you thought today's chapter was intense—brace yourselves. What's coming next is not just fire… it's destruction, revelation, and the kind of emotional wreckage that even our strongest characters might not survive unchanged.
I'm diving deep into their hearts, their fears, and the unspoken truths they're still running from. The love? Complicated. The silence? Deafening. The pain? Almost too real. But that's exactly where Mine Yes! lives—in the chaos between what they want and what they fear to admit.
So, buckle up, darlings. The next chapter will leave you breathless. And maybe, just maybe… you'll start to understand why he hides, why she stays, and why their story was never meant to be simple.
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Thank you for being here. Thank you for feeling it all with me.With all the ache and fire,
PENOLA.S
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Anaya's breath trembled against the hush of the hidden room, her heartbeat pounding like temple bells during an aarti, chaotic yet sacred. Rudra's presence was overwhelming—close, intense, and far too personal to ignore.
His arm, strong and commanding, circled around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She gasped as he slowly turned her to face him, his grip firm, his movements languid… possessive. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as his jaw grazed her clavicle, his warm breath ghosting along her throat, sending sparks straight down her spine.
"I love you, and I will..." he whispered, his Spanish rolling off his tongue like silk, his voice a molten rasp.
And then—he did something utterly unexpected. He rested his jaw against the crook of her neck, still holding her close, breathing her in like she was his oxygen.
"Velvet…" he murmured, his voice breaking into a sigh. "You know... I hate Holi."
Anaya's eyes
, her brows drawing into soft confusion."Par kyun?" she asked in a whisper, the words barely managing to pass through the lump rising in her throat.
Rudra chuckled softly against her skin, the sound reverberating against her bones. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he buried his nose against the curve of her neck, inhaling her like a man starved of affection.
"Lekin agar Holi aise manani ho… toh main har saal, har roz, Holi manaunga," he said, his voice raw—so unlike the cold CEO persona he wrapped himself in. There was a softness, a vulnerable edge to him that stole Anaya's breath.
It was… intimate.And it was dangerous.Because this version of Rudra Singhaniya could ruin her.
Her fingers trembled as she clutched the fabric of his kurta, unsure whether she wanted to pull away or pull him closer. Her lips parted, searching for words, and yet all she could manage was,"Y-yeh room… yeh bhi secret tha?"
Rudra smirked slightly, lifting his head just enough to meet her wide eyes. He brought his palm to her cheek, his fingers brushing lightly over her skin like a prayer."Secret tha… par ab tumhare liye nahi."
His husky voice stirred something in her—something warm and reckless.
And before she could process anything else, Rudra spun her again, this time steering her gently but firmly toward the deep brown velvet sofa at the center of the room. The movement was effortless, but it made her feel caged… wanted.
"Velvet," he said, voice low, almost a growl, "I want to know something. Will you help this Devil?"
The word Devil hit differently when it came from his lips. It wasn't a title. It was a confession.
Anaya's heart jumped. Her eyes scanned his face, that rare rawness still etched in his expression. And yet… there was hesitation in hers. A part of her wanted to ask what he meant. Another part just wanted to run.
"R-Rudra," she said softly, her fingers tightening around her dupatta, "sab neeche party mein hamara intezaar kar rahe hain…"
He halted, just inches from the sofa, his footsteps freezing mid-step.
And then—he turned. Swift. Smooth.His arm wrapped around her waist again, pulling her roughly to him, the air escaping her lungs as her body collided with his.
Her back hit his chest, and this time his lips hovered dangerously close to her ear.
"Umm… Velvet," he drawled, one finger lazily tracing the curve of her back through the thin fabric of her blouse, "mood thoda alag hai aaj… but I think tum comfortable nahi ho."
His other hand came up, brushing a thumb across her lower lip again.
"Toh chhodo, jaane do."
But he didn't let her go. Not immediately.Because that wasn't who Rudra Singhaniya was.His fingers lingered on her face like he was trying to remember how it felt—how she felt. Like she was the only real thing in his carefully constructed, emotionless world.
Anaya stood frozen, her body burning from every place his skin touched hers. Her throat was dry, her limbs tense. And yet, her heart… it wanted to betray her.
She closed her eyes, just for a second. Long enough to feel his heartbeat.
And when she opened them, she said,"Rudra… um, kya hum… neeche jaa sakte hain ab?"
A long pause. He studied her face like a man who had memorized every contour but still couldn't get enough.
Then slowly—deliberately—he cupped her face with both hands.
"Theek hai," he whispered. "Chalte hain…"
And just like that… he released her.
But even as they stepped out of that hidden room—his fingers brushing against hers, his scent clinging to her skin—Anaya knew nothing would be the same.
Because in that moment, the Devil hadn't touched her body… he'd touched her soul.
And that was far more dangerous.
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The soft click of the door echoed behind them as they walked down the corridor, leaving the secret space they shared, now sealed off from the rest of the world. The silence was anything but comforting. It pressed against her, thick with tension and unspoken words, heavy with the weight of everything that had passed—and what still hung between them.
Anaya's thoughts were a whirlwind, spinning out of control. The laughter from the room below floated up to them, reminding her of the world outside, but she was far from it. Lost in the storm Rudra had stirred within her. His presence… overwhelming, commanding… yet strangely addictive.
And then, just like before, he said it.
"Velvet."
His voice sliced through the air—deep, firm, laced with an undeniable edge of authority. A word so simple, yet it sent a jolt through her. She froze.
But she didn't answer.
Her mind was caught in a maze of questions—how many secrets does this man hide? What more could he be? She had seen him as a mystery, but now… now he felt like a force that she couldn't ignore, a storm she couldn't run from.
"Velvet."
This time, louder. Closer.
Anaya blinked, coming back to the present, startled by the suddenness of his proximity.
"H-huh? Kya?" she stammered, still caught in the haze of her thoughts.
Rudra didn't even blink. His eyes, dark and unreadable, assessed her like he was trying to figure out if she was really there or if she was still lost in the labyrinth of his secrets.
"Main bula raha hoon, Anaya," he said, his voice laced with an unspoken command. "Jab main 'Velvet' bolun, mujhe turant jawab chahiye."
The words hung in the air, thick with the weight of his authority, but it was the touch that followed that sent a shiver through her. He reached out, gripping her wrist with a touch that was firm, but not unkind. His thumb brushed gently across her cheek, wiping away the streak of Holi color that had lingered there.
Anaya didn't move. She couldn't.
"You look good in colors, Velvet…" he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender. But the look in his eyes—the way they lingered—was far from gentle. It was possessive. "Par mujhe tum zyada achhi lagti ho mere rang mein."
Anaya froze. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath caught somewhere between panic and anticipation. What was he saying? His words made no sense… and yet, they felt like the truth.
Her mind swirled with confusion, but before she could respond, Rudra's voice cut through again, more insistent this time.
"Velvet."
She swallowed hard, her heart racing. What was it with him? Why did every word, every touch, feel like it was slowly consuming her, pulling her deeper into his world?
"Velvet," he repeated, his voice now laced with a dangerous undertone. Anaya felt a pull in her chest, like a magnetic force drawing her closer to him.
"Main intezaar kar raha hoon…" His voice dropped to a whisper as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Jab tak tum wapas na aao, mein rukunga nahi."
Anaya blinked, finally snapping out of her daze. Her response came too quickly, her voice a little higher than usual. "Haan! Haan… samajh gayi," she said, but even to her own ears, it sounded like she was just trying to make sense of everything.
Rudra tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "Kya samajh gayi?"
"Yahi… ki humein neeche jaana hai… sab wait kar rahe honge," she said quickly, a crooked smile on her lips, trying to shift the mood, trying to keep him from seeing how rattled she truly was.
But Rudra wasn't letting her go that easily.
She turned to walk away, but before she could take another step, he stopped her—this time, not by her wrist, but by her waist. His fingers curled around her, pulling her back against his chest with a force that left her breathless.
"Not so fast, Velvet," he murmured, his lips brushing against her temple, sending a ripple of warmth across her skin. "Neeche toh zarur jayenge… but before that, I want something."
Anaya stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. "K-kya?"
He leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear in the softest whisper.
"A promise."
The word hit her like a ton of bricks. Her stomach dropped, and she found herself trapped in the weight of his gaze. "P… Promise?" she stuttered, her voice trembling.
"Yes." His answer was clear, deliberate, and final. "Ek vaada chahiye mujhe."
Anaya's mind was racing, questions bubbling up, but her lips betrayed her, too soft to protest. "There's no need…" she tried to say, but the words fell flat against the growing pressure in his arms.
"I need it," Rudra repeated, his voice low and commanding, making her pulse quicken.
Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't understand what was happening. Why now? What did he want? Could she even give it to him?
But before she could process anything, she found herself agreeing—her voice cracking as she said the words, "O-okay… theek hai. Promise."
Rudra's grip on her waist tightened slightly as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. The touch was gentle, but the meaning behind it was heavy, loaded with the weight of all the secrets they weren't speaking.
"Good." His lips curved into a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Now you'll do something for me."
Anaya froze. Those words—"Do something for me"—weren't a request. They were a command. And in that moment, they felt like shackles, holding her in place, making her feel like she was already caught in his web.
She stared at him, her lips parting as she tried to make sense of everything he was asking of her. But Rudra saw it all—the uncertainty, the fear, the questions—and he chuckled softly, the sound dark and knowing.
"Don't worry, Velvet," he whispered, his tone softening, though there was still something dangerous in it. "It's not hard… not for my Velvet."
And with that, he took her hand, his fingers laced with hers, their connection unmistakable. He led her toward the grand staircase, his steps sure and confident, hers faltering just a little. Every step they took brought her closer to the world—and one step deeper into the fire that was Rudra Singhaniya.
The steps echoed beneath Anaya's feet, the delicate sound of her anklets lost in the murmurs of her heart.
Each step she took down the grand staircase was laced with hesitation. Her fingers were woven into his—Rudra's warm, protective grip tightening ever so slightly, as if he knew... she was thinking too much.
Too much about them.
Too much about this.
Her mind wasn't quiet. It screamed questions.
Why is he holding my hand like he means it?Why does his silence say more than words?Is this just for the family… or for me?
She dared to glance sideways—at him.
Rudra Singhaniya.Always composed. Always unreadable.Yet today, there was a softness in his gaze, a shadow of something he wouldn't name.
And in that fleeting moment, she wondered…
Was she the only one who felt it all shifting?
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Meanwhile, poolside…
The air near the pool was lighter, scented with wet marigolds and soaked gulal. The sound of the water rippling met the stubborn thump of two hearts in conflict.
Janvi yanked her hand free, glaring at the man beside her.
"Chhodo meri haath, main akeli chal sakti hoon!" she snapped, her voice sharp as the wind.(Let go of my hand, I can walk on my own!)
Aarav Singhaniya didn't flinch. In fact, he looked bored.
Or worse—amused.
"Main Aarav hoon, Mr. Singhaniya nahi. Naam se bulao. Aur ab… wahan baith jao."(I'm Aarav, not Mr. Singhaniya. Call me by name. Now… sit there.)
He pointed to a chair beside the shimmering pool and walked ahead, casually brushing imaginary dust from his kurta. Janvi narrowed her eyes at his arrogance, but followed him anyway, her dupatta trailing behind her like defiance itself.
Aarav took his seat, looking every bit like a king in his element. She sat too, but at a careful distance—one that screamed "don't come near me" in capital letters.
He looked at her sideways, then said in a voice low and unexpected.
"Tum yahan ho… mujhe laga nahi tha ki tum aayegi."(You're here… didn't expect you to come.)
Janvi scoffed, not even turning her head."Main yahan apne doston ke liye hoon. Jaise pehle bhi bola tha."(I'm here for my friends. Like I already told you.)
But before either of them could say more, her eyes caught something at the far end.
Two people descending the stairs, fingers entwined.
Anaya… and Rudra.
Janvi's eyes widened. Her breath hitched.
Before she could stop herself, she stood up abruptly, about to make her way to them. Maybe to greet them, maybe to say something, or maybe… just to see.
But Aarav moved faster.
His hand gripped her arm and pulled her back into the chair.
"Mat jao. Baaki logon ko disturb mat karo… especially un naye naye lovebirds ko."(Don't go. Don't disturb others… especially those newly minted lovebirds.)
Janvi sat back with a small thud and a face full of fire.
She crossed her arms, eyes narrowed, lips curled in irritation.
"Main koi Rubi jaisi idiot nahi hoon. Samjhe?"(I'm not some idiot like Rubi. Understand?)
Her tone was sharp. Loud.And oddly… it made Aarav smirk.
Not out of mockery, but out of pride.
She wasn't fake. She wasn't delicate.She was real. Raw. And so delightfully infuriating.
He leaned back, his voice cool like a splash of thandai.
"Ria ka plan mat spoil karna. Bechari kitni mehnat kar rahi hai bhai aur Anaya ko close lane mein."(Don't spoil Ri's plan. The poor girl's trying hard to get bhai and Anaya closer.)
He tilted his chin toward another figure lounging lazily by the pool."Ravi ko bhi bhang pila diya hai usne… abhi thodi der mein asar dikhne wala hai."(She even gave Ravi bhang… soon the effect will show.)
Janvi rolled her eyes again and sighed."Fine. Tum theek bol rahe ho. Mujhe waise bhi ghar jaana chahiye."(Fine. You're right. I should go home anyway.)
She began to stand. Aarav watched her like a storm waiting to strike.
And when she turned—
He pulled her back.
Harder than before.
This time… she lost her balance.
She gasped. The world tilted.
She didn't fall on the floor.She fell forward—
Straight into him.
But before impact, Aarav caught her midair, his hand gripping her forearm, their faces inches apart.
His other hand rested on her waist, still in the air. Her dupatta fluttered against his chest.
Time. Froze.
Janvi (eyes wide, breath unsteady):"Tum… pagal ho kya? Mujhe jaane do!"(Are you crazy? Let me go!)
Aarav didn't move. His eyes were locked on hers.
Close. Too close.
And suddenly… everything else around them faded.
The colors. The music. The people.
It was just her.
Her boldness. Her warmth. Her scent. The tiny mole under her left eye. The way her hair curled near her ear.
It drove him insane.
Aarav (softly):"Main samajhta tha tum annoying ho… par tum toh kuch aur hi nikli."(I used to think you were annoying… but you're something else.)
Janvi's cheeks turned scarlet. Her voice stumbled.
"Main jaa rahi hoon. Ab toh sach mein."(I'm going now. For real this time.)
Aarav leaned back, letting her go, but the mischief didn't leave his eyes.
Aarav (smirking):"Phir se gir jaogi toh? Hamesha ke liye pakadna padega."(And if you fall again? I might have to hold you forever.)
Her jaw dropped.
"Shut up!" she whispered, storming off in tiny, furious steps.
He chuckled, watching her go.
But his gaze didn't leave her for a long, long time.