🖤 To Love You Was Not a Sin
- Nox Veil
- 6 days ago
- 3 min read
Chapter One: Something I Shouldn’t Feel
“You just never looked like anyone could touch you.”
The wedding had ended in a blur of roses, marigolds, and too many people Krit didn’t care to remember.
The estate was quieter now—post-chaos, post-vows, post-tears. The music had died down, the aunts had gone to bed, and Kartik had disappeared into the honeymoon suite with Meera, looking happier than Krit had seen him in years.
It should’ve been peaceful.
Instead, Krit felt unmoored.
He stood on the upstairs balcony with a glass of whisky in his hand, sleeves rolled up, tie undone. The air still smelled of jasmine and rain—a combination that always made him feel too much.
He didn’t hear Mihir approach.
But he felt him.
That unsettling buzz of presence—too familiar now, too constant.
“Do you always drink alone?” Mihir’s voice came from behind, low and casual.
Krit didn’t turn around. “I don’t drink with minors.”
Mihir came to stand beside him, arms folded on the railing. He’d changed into a hoodie and loose pants, hair still wet from a post-ceremony shower.
“I turn eighteen in a few months.”
“That’s not now.”
Mihir grinned. “So you do notice things about me.”
Krit glanced at him. “You’re hard to miss. Loud. Disruptive.”
“Charming.”
“Annoying.”
“Still here.”
Krit sipped his drink. “Why aren’t you inside with the others?”
Mihir shrugged. “Too many people asking me about college. Career plans. Girls.”
Krit raised an eyebrow. “You don’t like girls?”
“I like people,” Mihir said. “Sometimes.”
He looked up at Krit then, and something in his gaze lingered. Too long. Too open.
Krit looked away.
“You’ve been watching me all weekend,” Mihir said softly.
Krit exhaled. “You’re imagining things.”
“No, I’m not.”
Another beat passed.
“You’re not as cold as you pretend to be,” Mihir added. “I’ve seen it. The way you look at your brother. The way you talked to the servers tonight. You’re kind. You just hide it like it’s something shameful.”
Krit turned to him. “You know nothing about me.”
Mihir smiled—slow and infuriating. “Yet.”
The silence between them grew thicker. Heavier.
Krit should’ve walked away.
He should’ve said something scolding. Something final.
Instead, he stayed.
And Mihir leaned closer. Not enough to touch. But enough to feel.
“You know,” Mihir said, voice soft now, “when I was younger, I used to look at photos of you in Ma’s old albums. You always looked like you belonged in another world.”
Krit blinked. “That’s a strange thing to say.”
“Not really,” Mihir said. “You just never looked like anyone could touch you.”
Krit’s breath caught.
And then—
Footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Meera’s voice called out, “Mihir?”
Mihir stepped back. “Duty calls.”
He turned to go, but paused.
“You should smile more,” he said over his shoulder. “It makes you look less cursed.”
Then he disappeared down the hallway, hoodie swaying, curls bouncing.
Krit stayed on the balcony, heart beating a little too fast.
He wasn’t cursed.
But something was happening.
Something soft. And slow.
And very, very dangerous.
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🖊️ Author’s Note
"This chapter lives in the space between two breaths.
The moment where something isn’t said—but it’s already felt.
This is how it begins: not with desire, but with disruption."
— Nox Veil
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💬 Leave a Whisper...
Is this the moment you fell for them? Or feared what was coming?
Drop your thoughts, your silence, or just a 🖤
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🔮 Coming Tomorrow:
Chapters Two to Five — The Fire Beneath the Curtain
Prepare for flirtation, flashbacks, and emotional shifts you didn’t see coming.
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💬 Follow me where the shadows linger:
Let’s stay veiled together.
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