Devyani grabbing RIVANs ahmm
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The rooftop air was cool, the kind that strokes gently across skin.
Devyani stood at the edge, fingers still wrapped in Rivan's.
The lights below twinkled like a thousand tiny stars fallen on earth.
For a long moment neither of them spoke.
Then, very softly, she asked:
Rivan blinked.
He hadn't expected that.
She was staring at the city, but her voice came from somewhere deeper.
Something old... and tired.
"Everyone says..." she continued, her voice shaking a little,
"...after pain... after running... after fear... peace comes."
Her throat bobbed, trying not to cry.
"But I don't know how peace feels..."
Her eyelashes trembled.
"I never had it."
The wind kept her hair fluttering.
Rivan's jaw tightened.
She didn't see his eyes, how they darkened with something raw.
He stepped closer, his voice low, controlled.
She thought for a moment, fingers gripping his hand.
She thought for a moment, fingers gripping his hand.
Another breath.
Rivan's chest pulled tight.
She whispered,
He didn't say anything at first.
He just stared at her the innocence, the vulnerability, the strength she didn't know she had.
Finally, he spoke.
Her eyes widened slowly.
His voice came low, almost a secret.
She turned to him, shocked.
Rivan laughed a small, humourless sound.
His answer was immediate.
Bare, honest.
She didn't understand fully.
But her heart did.
She whispered,
He looked directly at her.
The wind paused.
The world paused.
Something deep and fragile sat between them.
Devyani's fingers curled tighter into his.
She whispered,
Rivan didn't move.
But his eyes said everything.
He could conquer cities.
He could make men kneel.
But this small girl...
with messy hair and trembling hands...
She was undoing him.
One heartbeat at a time.
She turned slowly, eyes still on the sparkling city below, her voice smaller than usual.
Rivan froze.
For a second, he didn't see the bubbly girl who talked about white things like it was Fevicol...
He saw something else.
A girl who had never been allowed to ask.
A girl who was punished for curiosity.
A girl who learned to make jokes before someone could hurt her.
Something inside his chest twisted.
He stepped closer, his voice low.
She laughed softly but it wasn't a happy laugh.
"Nice joke," she whispered.
"I know I annoy everyone. Sometimes even readers get annoyed..."
She hugged her own elbows, staring at the night.
Her voice cracked.
Rivan's jaw clenched.
He moved closer behind her, speaking carefully.
"Devyani."
She didn't look.
"Hmm?"
She stared at him like she was trying to believe it.
"Really?"
He softened his voice.
"Kitten," he murmured, "you don't have to say sorry for being you."
She stared at him like he had spoken in a language she didn't know.
"Even if I annoy everyone?"
Her lips trembled... and she gave a tiny smile.
The wind brushed her hair forward and she lifted her hands to wipe her eyes.
Before she could, warm arms wrapped around her from behind.
Rivan pulled her gently against his chest a wordless back hug.
Her breath hitched.
He didn't say anything at first.
He just held her.
Not tight.
Not forceful.
Just... steady.
Like he wanted to keep her safe from something she couldn't even name.
Devyani stood very still, confused at first then she relaxed slowly, her tiny frame melting into him.
His chin touched the top of her head.
"Kitten," he murmured, "if something troubles you... you tell me."
She whispered, "But my questions are stupid, pati ji."
Rivan exhaled against her hair.
For him, this girl was a walking question mark.
A storm of nonsense.
A hurricane of innocence.
And yet...
He would take it.
All of it.
He tightened his arms just a little.
She turned slightly, looking up, eyes shiny in the city lights.
"Always?"
When he hugged me from behind, something broke open inside my chest.
All the emotions I never understood...
All the feelings I never learned to name...
They just flooded.
I didn't even know that a man could feel warm like this.
All my life I thought men were like Bapu cold, angry, loud, always right.
Hands that hurt.
Words that burn.
But my pati ji...
He is nothing like that.
I don't understand how.
How can someone like me stupid, slow, confused be his wife?
He could have anyone.
Women who speak perfectly, walk gracefully, laugh like queens.
Women who know this world
who know elevators,
who know how to order food,
who know how cities work,
who know everything.
But I'm a blank page.
Everything is new.
This rooftop...
It is my first time ever seeing a city from above.
These lights...
These huge buildings...
The wind touching my face...
I feel like I am just born.
Like I am only a few days old in this world.
As if my life started only after the wedding.
Before that, I was breathing...
But I wasn't living.
Now everything I see feels like magic.
But at the same time,
I feel scared.
Learning new things is hard.
Everybody knows everything,
and I know nothing.
And I ask questions.
So many stupid questions.
Sometimes even before the words leave my mouth,
my heart whispers:
"Don't ask... you will look dumb again."
But I still ask.
Because inside those questions...
there are feelings.
I want to understand life.
I want to understand this world.
I want to understand him.
How he walks confidently.
How he speaks like the world listens.
How he stands like nobody can break him.
And I wonder...
My questions are silly,
my thoughts are messy.
But when I talk,
he listens.
Really listens.
When I ask the dumbest things,
he answers me seriously.
No mocking.
No anger.
No rolling eyes.
Just patience.
Who does that?
He hugged me tonight...
and it felt like safety.
Like maybe I am not a burden.
Like maybe I am allowed to exist.
Like maybe I am not stupid.
Maybe I am just new.
Learning.
Slowly.
And every time I open my mouth and ask something,
maybe I just want to feel a little less alone.
Maybe my stupid questions are not stupidity...
maybe they are my way of trying to live.
And when he hugged me,
I felt something deep in my chest...
For the first time in my life,
I wished time would stop.
I never knew a man could feel like home.
When his lips touched my forehead...
Just that small kiss...
My whole body shook.
Not from fear.
Not from shock.
But from something I never knew existed.
Warmth.
It was so gentle.
So respectful.
So... loving.
And suddenly I couldn't breathe.
My chest tightened
my throat burned
and tears came before I even understood why.
I wasn't crying because I was sad.
A forehead kiss.
So simple.
So small.
But for me, it was too much.
Nobody ever did that before.
No one ever cared like that.
No one ever treated me like something precious.
I tried to stop myself.
I pressed my lips together.
I held my breath.
But my eyes flooded.
Tears fell on my cheeks, fast, messy, unstoppable.
And I didn't even know how to explain it.
I was scared he would get angry.
Scared he would step away and say:
But he didn't move.
Not even an inch.
He turned me around,
his hands holding my shoulders.
His eyes widened in panic.
His voice was low, but terrified.
Like my tears were bullets hitting him.
He touched my face clumsily,
thumb brushing my cheek,
as if wiping the tears would fix everything.
His breath got uneven.
His jaw clenched.
I have never seen a strong man panic before.
He looked like he was drowning.
"Kitten," he whispered again,
"talk to me. Please."
That "please" broke me even more.
No one in my life ever asked me gently.
I couldn't speak.
Words were stuck inside.
So I just shook my head
and leaned into him,
my forehead touching his chest.
I didn't hug him.
I was scared.
I didn't know if I was allowed.
But he wrapped his arms around me instantly,
pulling me closer, tighter,
as if he was scared I would disappear.
His heartbeat was loud against my ear.
Fast.
Worried.
He whispered into my hair:
"I'm here. It's okay. I won't let anything happen to you."
And that's when the sob escaped from my throat
the ugliest sound,
the most helpless sound,
because nobody ever said those words to me in my whole life.
I clutched his shirt with shaking fingers.
I wasn't crying for the kiss.
I was crying because someone cared.
Because someone treated me gently.
Because someone thought
I was worth protecting.
I cried like a little child.
And he held me like something fragile and precious.
Every time I sobbed,
he pressed his lips to my head or my hair.
Not greedy.
Not hungry.
Just calming.
Slow.
Soft.
He kept repeating:
"It's okay, kitten. It's okay.
I've got you.
Breathe... slowly.
I'm here."
And I tried.
My breath hitched, shaky,
my fingers gripping him tightly.
I was scared if I let go,
he might vanish.
He didn't.
He held me through it,
even though I felt messy,
ugly,
weak.
But in that moment...
wrapped in his arms,
I didn't feel stupid.
I didn't feel annoying.
I felt safe.
He asked again, softly,
"What happened, kitten?"
His voice was careful,
like one wrong tone could break me.
But I couldn't speak.
The words were stuck somewhere deep.
Buried under years of fear,
years of being silent,
years of getting scolded whenever I opened my mouth.
So I just stood there,
hugging my own arms,
staring at the floor.
He waited.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Still no answer from me.
And then...
without asking,
without warning...
he lifted me.
Just like that.
As if I weighed nothing.
As if I was made of feathers.
His arms were strong around me,
one behind my back,
one under my legs,
and my face pressed against his chest.
He walked slowly,
like he was carrying something precious.
I didn't resist.
I didn't even think.
Because the truth is...
I like when he carries me.
It makes me feel safe.
It makes me feel small in a good way.
Like maybe I don't have to pretend I'm strong.
Maybe someone else can be strong for me.
He sat on the bench,
but he didn't put me down immediately.
I stayed curled against him.
His scent
his heartbeat
his warmth...
I let myself sink in.
For a moment I forgot the world.
"Kitten," he whispered into my hair,
"you can tell me anything."
I wanted to tell him everything.
But my throat tightened again.
How could I tell him that
every time someone touched me before,
it was with anger?
How could I tell him that
sometimes I still hear Bapu's voice in my head?
How could I tell him that
gentleness feels like pain
because I never knew it before?
The words didn't come.
But a thought did.
I don't know.
Maybe not.
Maybe yes.
But he makes me feel like breathing is easier.
He makes me feel like crying is allowed.
He makes me feel like I am not alone.
I don't know what exactly this feeling is...
But I like it.
Very much.
Inside her.
I could feel it in the way she went quiet...
too quiet.
Devyani was many things
confused, dramatic, stupidly adorable, annoying in the cutest way.
But silent?
No.
Silence didn't belong to her.
Silence on her looked...
wrong.
Like a storm had just eaten her voice.
When she didn't answer my question,
a tension crawled under my skin.
I asked again,
slower,
"Kitten... what happened?"
But she stared somewhere past my shoulder,
like she wasn't here with me,
like she was trapped in some memory.
My stomach tightened.
I lifted her,
almost without thinking.
I just needed her close.
The moment her face touched my chest,
I felt her breath break a little.
And something sharp twisted inside me.
Because I knew that breath.
I've heard it before.
In people who are scared.
Really scared.
The kind of scared that comes from old wounds.
Her arms hooked around my neck,
almost childlike.
She wasn't holding onto me.
She was clinging.
And that scared me more.
I lowered myself onto the bench,
but held her in my arms.
She wasn't crying.
She wasn't talking.
That silence...
It terrified me in a way bullets never had.
I have seen people bleed,
I have seen death.
But this
this silent girl in my arms
was more dangerous.
Because I didn't know how to fight this enemy.
"Kitten... you're safe."
She didn't respond.
My hands tightened instinctively around her.
Safe.
I wanted her to believe it.
I needed her to believe it.
Because the idea that someone had made her feel unsafe...
that someone had broken her enough
to make her afraid of speaking...
that idea lit something cold and violent in my blood.
A part of me
the part that is black, brutal, sharp
wanted names.
Faces.
Locations.
So I could destroy every single one.
But I forced that part down.
Right now wasn't about rage.
Right now was about her.
Her tiny body curled into my chest,
breathing in small, shaky breaths.
She whispered against me,
so soft I almost didn't hear it
My heart dropped.
Not danger.
Not death.
Me.
She was scared... of annoying me.
For a man like me,
who has scared the world,
who has broken people without a second thought...
that single sentence destroyed me.
I stared at the dark city,
lights glowing below us,
and thought,
What did she go through,
that being annoying feels dangerous to her?
I didn't know.
But I wanted to.
And not for curiosity.
For vengeance.
If someone had made my wife afraid of existing,
afraid of speaking,
afraid of being herself...
then one day I will meet them.
And that day...
will be their last.
I pressed a kiss on her forehead,
slow, careful.
Her body shook,
and finally she cried.
Soft.
Silent.
Painful.
I held her tighter,
panic crawling into my bones.
Because I didn't know how to stop her tears.
I didn't know how to fix her.
I only knew one thing:
I never want to see her break like this again.
AUTHOR POV
Devyani fell asleep the way children do
after exhausting themselves with their own thoughts.
One moment she was staring at the lights,
eyes heavy, lashes wet...
The next,
her head dropped softly on Rivan's shoulder,
breathing even...
sleeping.
Her tiny fingers were still curled around his shirt,
as if even in dreams she feared he would disappear.
Rivan didn't move.
For a whole minute,
he just sat there,
perfectly still,
watching her.
She looked so fragile.
So small.
And something squeezed inside his chest
in a way he didn't understand.
He carefully adjusted her,
one hand under her knees,
the other behind her back,
lifting her like she weighed nothing.
He walked back through the empty corridors,
lights dim,
his steps quiet.
Every time her breath hitched,
he paused,
making sure she didn't wake.
When they reached the room,
he laid her on the bed,
so gently it was almost reverent.
He tucked the blanket around her.
She didn't stir.
Only her lips moved slightly,
like she was murmuring some terrified memory
even in sleep.
Rivan leaned down,
brushed a strand of hair from her forehead,
and whispered,
His voice was barely sound,
more like a thought escaping.
This wasn't normal.
The sudden fear,
the sudden tears,
the way she clung...
as if love was a danger.
Rivan straightened slowly,
his eyes darkening.
"Fuck..."
he muttered under his breath.
He walked to the open balcony door,
pulled a cigarette from his pocket,
and lit it.
The flame reflected in his eyes.
Smoke curled around his jaw,
his posture tense,
restless.
He sat on the sofa, elbows on knees.
His mind was not quiet.
It was burning.
Every breath of smoke was slow,
controlled,
but his thoughts were a storm.
Devyani.
She acted dumb.
Innocent.
Clueless.
But that kind of innocence wasn't natural.
It was made.
Built.
Or broken.
He took another drag,
eyes narrowing at the night sky.
Someone had shaped her that way.
Someone had punished her for existing,
for speaking,
for being herself.
Someone had made her believe she was a burden.
His jaw tightened,
knuckles whitening.
If he ever finds out who...
they will regret breathing.
He exhaled smoke through his teeth.
She was soft like cotton,
but there were scars hidden somewhere he couldn't see yet.
His voice was rough.
He stared at the bed,
at the small lump under the blanket,
sleeping like trust itself.
And for the first time in a long time,
Rivan felt fear.
Not for himself.
For her.
EARLY MORNING · 6:00 AM
The night had been a long punishment for Rivan.
He had tossed.
He had turned.
He had stared at the ceiling.
He had even counted imaginary sheep.
Something inside him would not let him rest.
Devyani's silence.
Her tears.
Her storm.
He finally collapsed into sleep around 5 AM, cigarette smoke still clinging to the air.
Then...
Her gaze landed on him.
On Rivan.
Fast asleep.
Blanket on his waist.
Upper body completely bare.
Her throat went dry.
She stared.
Eyes widening.
GULP.
Her thoughts exploded:
She leaned slightly forward to confirm.
No shirt.
No kurta.
Pure... muscles.
Her brain:
SHOCK MODE ACTIVATED
For a whole minute she just sat like a statue.
She covered her face.
Then peeked again.
And covered.
And peeked again.
Finally she hissed,
"hein... yeh kya dekh liya maine..."
("what did I just see...")
And then she whispered faster,
(Why no clothes on top?
Did someone steal them?
Or did husband feel hot at night??)
Her innocent brain prepared a disaster conclusion:
She shook him.
Like shaking a coconut.
(Husband!!!
Wake up! You slept without clothes!)
Rivan, dead tired, opened his eyes 1 millimeter.
She shook harder.
(In 10 minutes you'll fall sick!
Wear clothes!)
Rivan buried his face in pillow.
"Kitten... I'm wearing pants..."
She froze.
Looked.
Confirmed.
Then nodded seriously.
"Haan... par upar kuch nahi."
(Yes... but nothing on top)
Devyani stared at his face.
Rivan's voice, rough and lazy:
"Baby... I was feeling hot...
that's why I removed shirt...
please... let me sleep for 10 minutes..."
And just like that, he went dead silent again.
Out cold.
Like someone switched off the whole man.
No explanation.
He just turned his face to the pillow and slept...
Like he hadn't slept in 10 years.
Devyani stared at him.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink
Peaceful.
Sleeping like stone.
Her brain concluded:
She nodded to herself wisely.
"Haan. This is logic."
(Yes. This is logic.)
She very carefully lifted the blanket...
And saw his jeans.
She made a face.
(Such thick cloth. Obviously hot.)
She unbuckled his belt.
Click.
She opened the button.
Pop.
The sound echoed in room.
She froze like statue.
Looked at his face.
Still sleeping.
Snoring even.
Slow exhale.
She whispered:
She slowly took hold of the waist...
Devyani took a deep breath.
She stood on her knees beside him,
serious like a surgeon.
Then she leaned close and whispered:
Rivan was dead asleep...
but the man still obeyed his wife.
His hips lifted slightly.
She gasped.
"Wah. Miracles.
Main ek order doon aur kaam ho jaye."
(I give one order and work is done.)
She grabbed the pant waistband...
Again.
And finally
PANT CAME OFF.
She threw both hands in the air.
She did a small dance silently on the bed.
Then she turned back toward him...
And her eyes...
went full WIDE mode.
Rivan was lying there in bed,
blanket around his hips...
And she saw the cloth underneath.
She clutched her chest dramatically.
"Ye kya??
Pati ji is wearing UNDERWEAR??"
Her eyes were huge.
Like she discovered a new continent.
Her brain exploded with theories
She whispered:
(Husbands also wear clothes inside clothes??)
Her whole world shook.
She sat cross-legged staring at him like she found ancient treasure.
(I thought only girls wear under things!
This is new invention!)
She leaned near his face:
"Pati ji... why are you wearing this??
Are you also girl??"
He said nothing.
Just snored softly.
She gasped louder.
"Oh. My. God."
She covered her mouth.
Devyani tilted her head...
Her eyes dropped down...
And she saw the big, rounded shape under the boxer.
Her mouth fell open.
She whispered like she just discovered a secret treasure under the bed.
She poked her own cheek with confusion.
She squinted her eyes, leaning closer.
She touched the boxer with one finger, very seriously, like a scientist.
Devyani gently lifted the blanket again, curious...
And then she froze.
Her eyes went huge.
Inside his underwear something was...
...moving.
Not a lot, not violent.
Just a slow, lazy shift.
But enough.
Enough to scare the soul out of her tiny body.
Her brain short-circuited:
Her heartbeat went wild.
Her lips trembled.
She leaned closer.
She JUMPED back like a cat touching electricity.
Panic mode activated.
She whispered, terrified:
She shook Rivan's shoulder:
Rivan didn't even move.
He just breathed harder, completely unconscious.
She slapped his arm.
Nothing.
She pinched his cheek.
Nothing.
She lifted his eyelid.
He snored.
That was it.
Devyani whispered to herself:
Hero mode launched.
She ran to the wardrobe, grabbed the first weapon she found.
Not a stick.
Not a broom.
Not a belt.
A heavy flower vase??????????
(Apne hi bacchon ko marke rahegi ye??)
She hugged it like a gun.
"I will save him.
Even if I have to fight with underwear animal.
Husband safety first."
She walked toward him slowly...
Like a soldier approaching a bomb.
She raised the vase over her head.
One hit.
One kill.
Save pati ji.
She whispered:
"Animal...
if you bite my husband...
I will break your bones."
Rivan kept sleeping, unaware that he was seconds away from being murdered by his own wife with a flower vase.
But she thought,
No... before harming, I should see what it is.
Then she sat down.
And she sat beside his hip again, staring.
Her expression was serious, like a scientist studying a dangerous creature.
The underwear moved just a little again.
Her breath stopped.
Then started.
Then stopped.
Her brain whispered:
She slapped her own forehead.
"Devyani think properly!
What will happen if you touch?
He will wake up?
He will kill you?
He will... what?
What will he do?"
Her innocence and imagination shook hands and created fresh nonsense.
She leaned closer, eyes huge.
"What if...
this Mota Mota is some kind of danger?."
She nodded to herself, impressed by her own theory.
Then froze.
She crawled backward... then forward again.
Her fingers hovered over the fabric.
Shaking.
Hesitating.
Her whisper was dramatic:
Her finger almost touched...
Then she closed her eyes, terrified.
"God, please protect me.
If this thing bites, keep my fingers safe."
She stretched her finger again.
Millimetre by millimetre...
Until...
Her fingertip touched the boxer fabric.
She froze.
Absolutely frozen.
Like statue.
No breathing.
No blinking.
No thought.
"Is it soft?
Or hard?
Or... both?"
Devyani stared at the Mota Mota like it was planning escape.
In her imagination it already had legs.
She gasped dramatically.
Her eyes narrowed.
"No.
I won't allow."
She got up on her knees, hands on hips, jaw tight.
Her voice dropped to warrior mode:
She clenched her fists.
The aura around her was like she was preparing for war.
She whispered to herself:
"Devyani...
you are strong.
You can catch it."
She took a deep breath.
Then she struck a pose like Arjun aiming at the fish-eye.
Her target?
Rivan's boxer.
Her heartbeat fast.
"Okay...
ready."
She counted in her head:
She screamed not loud, but serious battle cry:
And grabbed his main part through the boxer with both hands like she was preventing a robbery.
Instantly
Glimpse of chapter??
Her eyes searched the room wildly, terrified, broken.
Then she saw Reyansh.
Her entire body reacted before her mind could.
stumbling, crying, gasping
She crashed into his arms, clutching his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
Her voice cracked into sobs.
"I didn't do anything... please..."
Reyansh held her tight, his chest burning.
.
.
.
.
Reyansh slowly lifted his arms and hugged him back.
Just once.
Just tight enough to say I see you.
"You won't lose her," Reyansh whispered, forcing strength into his voice.
RIVAN pulled back slightly.
His eyes dark, swollen, sleepless searched Reyansh's face.
His jaw clenched.
"I've faced death without blinking.
The words tasted like poison.
Reyansh shook his head.
"She didn't see you," he said softly.
He held RIVAN's shoulders firmly.
"She's not rejecting you, RIVAN.
RIVAN closed his eyes for a second.
A single breath escaped him uneven.
"I thought leaving would protect her," he said.
I was crying like mess while
Writing this chapters
I hope you all survive??
Bye bye
See you soon!!!!
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