Devyanis curious questions
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Morning sunlight softly filtered into the room, casting a warm glow over everything.
Rivan slowly opened his eyes.
For a moment, he didn't move.
Because she was there.
Curled into him.
Clinging to him like a little koala.
Her arms wrapped around him tightly, her face pressed against his chest, completely lost in sleep.
A small smile appeared on his lips.
He just watched her.
Quietly.
Her messy hair falling over her face.
Her soft breathing.
The way she held him like he was her safest place.
He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, careful not to wake her.
After a while, he carefully loosened her grip, slowly slipping out of her hold without disturbing her too much.
She shifted slightly but didn't wake.
He got ready and left for the gym.
Time passed.
After his workout, he returned, freshened up, and even finished some of his pending work.
But one thing didn't change.
She was still sleeping.
Curled up in the same position.
Peaceful.
Unbothered.
He walked closer and sat beside her.
"Kitten..." he called softly, shaking her lightly.
No response.
He tried again.
"Devyani..."
Nothing.
He sighed, shaking his head with a faint smile.
Knowing she wouldn't wake up anytime soon, he decided to leave her and went downstairs for breakfast.
And she
Still remained in her dream world.
Completely unaware of everything.
At the breakfast table, everything felt... unusually quiet.
Too quiet.
Virendra looked around and frowned slightly. "Where is my princess?"
Aradhya instantly made a sad face. "Without bhabhi... this table feels so silent..."
The table actually felt empty without her chaos.
Meanwhile
Upstairs
Devyani slowly stirred in her sleep.
Her eyes fluttered open lazily.
She yawned softly, stretching her arms like a sleepy kitten, sinking deeper into the softness of the bed.
For a moment
She just lay there.
Blank.
Peaceful.
Then
It hit her.
Last night.
Her eyes widened.
Then blinked.
Then blinked again.
Faster.
And faster.
Her cheeks turned pink.
Then red.
Then full tomato red.
"Wait..."
She sat up halfway.
Her brain suddenly woke up fully.
"How...?"
Her mind started running faster than ever.
Scenes flashing.
Feelings hitting.
Confusion multiplying.
"Did that really happen...?"
She looked around the room like she would find answers written on the walls.
Then suddenly
She grabbed her head.
Her thoughts kept jumping.
No order.
No logic.
Only chaos.
"Is this normal...?"
"...Should I ask pati ji...?"
Immediate reaction
"NO NO NO NO..."
She buried her face into the pillow.
Kicking her legs slightly.
Devyani sat there, still lost in her own thoughts, when suddenly something felt different. She looked down slowly... and froze.
His shirt.
She was wearing his shirt.
"Ewwww..." she said instantly, making a face.
Then she grabbed the collar and pulled it slightly closer, sniffing it.
And the next second
Her expression changed completely.
She started giggling.
She rubbed the fabric between her fingers, clearly impressed, moving around a little just to feel it more.
Then suddenly she paused.
Her eyes narrowed.
A pout formed on her lips.
"Wait a second..."
She looked at herself again.
"Then he wears this comfortable thing..."
She gasped dramatically.
"This is not fair..."
She crossed her arms, sitting like she was about to start a serious protest.
She nodded seriously to herself.
"But clothes...?"
She stood up on the bed slightly, getting more dramatic with every second.
She pointed at the air like she was arguing in a court.
Then she looked down at the shirt again, touching it softly.
"But for now..."
She smiled mischievously.
"I am not removing this..."
"Let him suffer in saree once..."
She giggled again, completely satisfied with her own logic.
Devyani was still admiring the comfort of the shirt when suddenly her hand moved to her chest and she froze.
"Hein...?"
She blinked once.
Then again.
Her eyes widened in pure shock.
"No bra...?"
She quickly checked again just to be sure.
For a second she just sat there, completely stunned.
Then slowly... realization hit.
"Ohhhhh..."
She nodded seriously, like she had just discovered a life-changing secret.
But then
Her face dropped.
A deep pout formed.
"This is not fair..."
She looked down again, then at the shirt, then back at herself.
"This is total injustice..."
Her expression turned emotional now.
"I feel so bad..."
"For myself..."
"For all the ladies in this entire world..."
She placed her hand dramatically on her heart.
"We are suffering..."
"For years..."
"No one noticed..."
"No one questioned..."
A deep sigh escaped her.
She said with full seriousness and a tiny pout.
Then suddenly her expression changed again.
Slight anger.
"I hate all men..."
She paused.
"...except pati ji... Reyu bhaiyya... papa... Adi bhaiyya..."
She corrected herself quickly.
"Rest all..."
She shook her head.
"They should wear all this..."
"Saree... heavy clothes... everything..."
"Then they will understand our pain..."
She crossed her arms, fully convinced with her speech.
Then after a few seconds...
She calmed down.
Took a deep breath.
"It's okay Devu..."
She patted her own shoulder.
"You are strong..."
"You will survive this..."
She suddenly froze again.
Her brain restarting.
Full speed.
"Wait..."
Her eyes widened slowly.
She sat up straight.
Completely serious now.
"We were all sweaty..."
Failed.
Restarted again.
"How...?"
She looked at her own hands like they would answer.
"How does this even work...?"
Her cheeks turned red again remembering everything.
"And why was I..."
She stopped.
Covered her face.
Silence.
Then suddenly
She almost shouted to herself.
"This is not small doubt..."
She started pacing on the bed.
"No one told me anything..."
She pointed at the air again.
Then she froze.
"...NO DEMO..."
She sat down again, holding her head.
"My life has changed..."
"And I don't even understand how..."
Devyani slowly stepped out of the bed, still lost in her own thoughts, her mind full of questions and confusion.
But then
Her eyes fell on the mirror.
She paused.
Walked a little closer.
And then she saw herself.
Rivan's shirt loosely wrapped around her, falling perfectly over her small frame, the sleeves slightly long, the collar slipping just a little.
She blinked.
Once.
Twice.
"Oh my god..."
A soft blush crept onto her cheeks.
"It looks so good..."
She turned a little to one side.
Then the other.
Checking herself from every angle like it was the most important task in the world.
A small giggle escaped her lips.
"I look... different..."
She touched the fabric softly, feeling it again, smiling without even realizing.
Her cheeks turned pinker.
Then slowly, very slowly
She looked at herself again in the mirror.
And whispered under her breath,
"I think..."
A small pause.
Her smile grew.
A little shy.
A little soft.
She was still standing in front of the mirror, lost in admiring herself, her fingers lightly playing with the loose fabric of his shirt, when suddenly
Her heart skipped.
Literally skipped.
Her entire body froze.
Slowly...
Very slowly...
Reality hit her.
She is not wearing anything underneath.
Just his shirt.
Her eyes widened.
Her cheeks turned deep red.
Her legs...
Completely visible.
"Oh god..."
She stood there, stiff, not even having the courage to move.
He was here.
Watching her.
And after last night...
Her heartbeat started racing again.
Faster.
Louder.
She didn't even have the guts to turn around.
Her fingers tightened slightly on the shirt.
"Why is he here now..." she whispered to herself nervously.
Taking a small breath, she slowly, hesitantly turned her face.
And there he was.
Standing there.
Looking at her.
Her eyes met his for a second
And she immediately looked down.
Her face burning.
Her mind blank.
She didn't know whether to run...
Hide...
Or just disappear into the mirror.
Because suddenly
Everything felt ten times more real.
Devyani tightly held onto his shirt, clutching it near her chest as if it was her only shield.
Her fingers curled into the fabric, and she stood there, nervous, her heartbeat refusing to calm down.
Rivan slowly walked towards her.
Each step making her more aware of his presence.
"Are you nervous, Mrs. Thakur?" he asked softly.
She didn't raise her eyes.
"Umm... no..." she replied, her voice betraying her.
He stepped closer.
Close enough for her to feel him.
He leaned slightly and whispered near her ear, "So... are you embarrassed?"
She swallowed.
Before she could react, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her gently against him.
Her breath hitched.
Her cheeks burned.
"But... I am half naked..." she said honestly, still not meeting his eyes.
He chuckled softly.
She blinked.
Then slowly turned her face a little.
She finally turned around to face him, still holding his shirt tightly.
Then he added teasingly, "You and your mood swings... you change so fast."
She made a small face and replied softly, "Yeah... maybe..."
She looked at him, still holding onto his shirt, her eyes slightly nervous but filled with something new.
Then suddenly, without thinking much, she said softly, "So... can I get a kiss...?"
Rivan raised his brow slightly.
"You want it?" he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.
She blinked at him.
A small smile appeared on his lips.
"Sure..."
He leaned in slowly.
Closing the distance between them.
The moment his lips touched hers
Everything inside her went quiet.
And loud at the same time.
Her breath caught.
Her fingers tightened on his shirt.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
Why does this feel so good...
Her heart started racing again.
That same feeling.
Those same butterflies.
That same pull.
When he pulled back slightly, she was still breathless, trying to understand herself.
Rivan froze.
His expression changed instantly.
From soft
To serious.
"Who said that word to you?" he asked, his voice firm now.
She blinked at his sudden change.
She shook her head slightly.
Then she looked at him again, genuinely confused.
She spoke slowly, trying to explain her feelings.
She looked at him innocently.
He didn't even take a second.
"No."
Then firmer
He held her face gently, making her look at him.
"That's not lust."
His voice softened again.
He looked at her deeply.
The way she said it, so earnest and vulnerable, sent a ripple of concern through me.
What was she questioning now?
Had last night left her more unsettled than I'd hoped?
"Yeah, baby, I...' I inhaled deeply, steadying myself, my hand coming up to brush her cheek.
"I'm ready. Whatever you need to know, I'll tell you."
She nodded, determination flashing in her eyes, and took my hand in hers her small fingers warm and trusting against my palm.
She led me to sit on the edge of the bed and then, without hesitation, climbed onto my lap, settling her weight against me like it was the most natural place in the world.
Her thighs straddled mine, her nightshirt my shirt, really riding up just enough to tease the soft skin of her legs.
I wrapped an arm around her waist instinctively, holding her close, my pulse quickening at the intimacy of it all over again.
"Okay, now I want you to answer all my questions," she declared, her gaze locking onto mine, unblinking and full of curiosity.
"Yeah, baby,"I replied softly, my free hand resting on her knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ask away. I'm here."
She bit her lip, hesitating for just a second before the words tumbled out.
I chuckled lightly, trying to ease her tension, but my voice came out husky from the memory.
she pressed, leaning in closer, her breath warm against my neck.
"Easy, don't use your brain that much,"I said with a teasing smile, tapping her forehead playfully.
"Your body knows what to do. It opens up when you're aroused, gets wet and slick to make things slide in smoothly. That's what happened last night you were so responsive, so perfect."
She tilted her head, processing, then her eyes lit up with a sudden realization that made my breath catch.
I stopped breathing for a beat.
She frowned, shaking her head quickly.
Then her expression shifted to frustration, her hands fidgeting in her lap.
I cupped her face, turning her to meet my eyes.
"It's not powers, baby. It's about connection, about making each other feel good together. You already have everything you need just being you is enough."
She paused, her cheeks flushing as a shy smile crept in.
I gulped hard, my throat tightening at her words, the raw innocence in them stirring the ache in my groin.
Her on my lap, talking about my pleasure like it was a shared adventure it was too much, too sweet.
"Y... yeah," I managed, my voice rough.
"Why later?"
she countered, her pout returning full force, eyes searching mine with a hint of hurt.
"No, Devyani, it's not like that at all," I said quickly, pulling her closer, my hands framing her shoulders.
Panic edged my voice I couldn't bear her thinking that.
I held her words in silence for a moment.
They didn't sound like her.
Not my Devyani
She was thinking about me.
Even now.
Even when she herself was confused.
"Then what...?" she whispered.
Her voice was so soft.
So unsure.
And then she said it.
I didn't like that.
Not the concern.
Not her care.
But the way she was saying it.
Like she was forcing herself to understand something she wasn't ready for.
I gently held her shoulders, steadying her.
She felt tense.
Too tense.
"Devyani..." I said softly.
She looked at me.
Innocent.
Confused.
Trying to be something she thought I wanted.
"This is not you..."
Her eyes flickered.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice quieter now.
I could see it clearly.
This wasn't her natural comfort.
This was effort.
"Talking like this..." I continued, studying her face, "it's different..."
I brushed my thumb lightly over her arm, trying to ease whatever was going on in her mind.
"Are you trying too hard...?" I asked.
Because I didn't want that.
I wanted her the way she was.
Innocent.
Unfiltered.
Not this version of her that felt like she was forcing herself to grow up too fast.
She blinked, realization dawning as her cheeks burned red.
She ducked her head, fiddling with the hem of my shirt.
I exhaled slowly, nodding as I gathered my thoughts, wanting to explain without scaring her further.
My thumb traced circles on her arm, soothing us both.
"Okay, listen,baby. Your body your core is designed for pleasure and connection."
"When I touched you there, sliding my finger in, it was because you're wet from arousal, like your natural lubricant inviting me."
"It stretches a little, but it doesn't hurt if we're gentle."
"That 'full' feeling? It's your walls hugging around me, sensitive nerves lighting up."
I held her a little closer, making sure she felt safe.
I brushed her hair back softly.
Her eyes searched mine, still unsure.
I gave a small smile.
My thumb traced her hand gently.
My voice softened even more.
I looked at her, making sure she truly heard me.
"It's not something to be scared of..."
A pause.
And in that moment, it wasn't about explaining everything.
It was about making sure she felt safe.
She listened intently, her eyes wide, absorbing every word like a student in the most important class of her life.
A small nod came from her, hesitant yet trusting, and I watched as a little of that confusion faded from her face. Not completely... no, it was still there, swirling quietly in her eyes, but softer now. Manageable.
I exhaled slowly.
"You need a shower..." I said gently, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, trying to shift her thoughts away from everything that had just overwhelmed her.
She looked up at me immediately.
Head tilted.
Eyes wide.
Completely innocent.
For a second
I froze.
Heat rushed up my neck instantly.
Straight to my face.
Of course I had thought about it.
Planned it even.
That quiet moment...
Taking care of her.
But then
Reality had been different.
My voice softened.
I looked at her, a faint smile forming.
Her eyes widened just a little.
"With warm water... and a cloth..." I added quietly.
That moment felt softer than anything else.
Not intense.
Not confusing.
Just... care.
Simple.
Real.
And hers.
Her face fell, and before I could say anything, she slipped out of my lap, standing up abruptly, arms crossing over her chest like a shield.
The words hit deeper than anything else.
She turned away before I could stop her, her shoulders slightly slumped, and walked toward the bathroom. The soft click of the door shutting echoed louder than it should have, settling heavily in the silence she left behind.
I just sat there, staring at that closed door, unable to move for a moment.
Guilt twisted inside me, sharp and suffocating.
She felt bad.
About herself.
About me.
And that thought alone was unbearable.
My innocent wife, trying to understand something so new, so overwhelming, and instead of feeling safe, she felt out of place.
Like she didn't belong in her own feelings.
I should have guided her better. Slower. Softer. I should have seen this coming.
My hands clenched slightly as I exhaled, running a hand through my hair.
I wanted to go to her, to follow her inside, to hold her under the warmth of the water and explain everything until not a single doubt remained in her mind.
To make her feel normal.
Wanted.
Right.
But I stayed where I was. Because maybe right now, she needed space more than answers.
Still, it didn't make it easier.
I kept looking at that door, as if it would open on its own and fix everything.
Damn it.
I had upset her.
That lost look in her eyes kept replaying in my mind, mixed with confusion and frustration that didn't belong to her.
It didn't feel natural. It felt planted. Taught. Forced into her thoughts by something or someone else.
And that made something darker stir inside me.
Not anger at her, never her, but at whatever had filled her head with half-understood ideas and unnecessary pressure.
Who was putting these thoughts in her mind?
Who made her feel like she had to become something overnight?
My jaw tightened slightly as I stood up slowly, trying to steady myself.
I needed to fix this.
Not by rushing her.
Not by overwhelming her again. But by reminding her, step by step, that she didn't have to become anything.
She just had to be herself.
And I would meet her there.
I pushed myself up from the bed, my bare feet hitting the cool floor as I stepped out of the room.
The house was quiet, wrapped in the softness of the morning sun spilling through the windows, but my mind was anything but calm.
Thoughts clashed, restless, sharp, refusing to settle.
I walked down the hallway, each step heavier than the last, until I reached my study.
The door creaked open, revealing the familiar space lined with bookshelves and the solid oak desk that had always grounded me.
Usually, this room was enough. Usually, it was where I found control again.
But not today.
My gaze shifted to the far wall, something darker pulling at me.
I glanced back once, making sure no one was around, before pressing the hidden latch.
The panel slid open smoothly, revealing the narrow staircase descending into the shadows below.
A place I had built for myself. A place where I used to empty everything I couldn't carry.
As I stepped down, the air changed. Heavier. Thicker.
Carrying that familiar metallic edge, mixed with something stale, something suffocating.
Once, it used to calm me. Used to bring a strange kind of clarity, like stepping into a world where everything made sense in its own twisted way.
But now
It felt... distant.
Unimportant.
I stood there for a moment, breathing it in, waiting for that usual stillness to take over.
It didn't.
Because no matter how deep I went into this darkness, it didn't reach me the way it used to.
Not anymore.
My mind drifted back to her.
To the faint scent of jasmine that lingered on her skin.
Soft.
Warm.
Alive.
That was the only thing that could steady me now.
Everything else
Felt empty.
I reached the bottom step, and the dim bulbs flickered to life one by one, casting uneven light across the room.
Shadows stretched along the walls, crawling over the cold stone, settling where they always did.
The air felt heavier here, thicker, like it held onto everything that had ever happened within these walls.
And then
Them.
Two figures chained to opposite sides, their bodies slumped, barely holding themselves upright, yet still alive. The iron links clinked faintly as they shifted, weak attempts to move, to resist something long beyond their control.
My gaze hardened.
One of them...
My biological.....
The man who was supposed to protect, but chose to disappear instead. Chose his own vices over his family, leaving behind wounds that never really healed. Not on the skin but deeper. Much deeper.
And the other...
Her father.
My jaw tightened slightly.
The man who thought he had the right to decide her life. To treat her like something to be handed over, arranged, controlled. Never once seeing who she truly was. Never understanding what he almost destroyed.
I stepped forward slowly, my footsteps echoing faintly in the silence.
"Hey..." I said, my voice calm, almost too calm.
A pause.
A faint smirk that didn't quite reach my eyes.
"Hiii...fucking idiots"
They shifted slightly at my voice.
Not strong enough to speak properly.
Not strong enough to fight.
Just enough to exist.
And for a moment
I simply stood there.
Looking at them.
Because once, this place used to drain my anger.
Used to give me control.
But now
Even this didn't feel enough.
Because something had changed.
And for the first time
The weight inside me didn't need darkness.
It needed something else.
Something softer.
Something I wasn't used to needing.
Her.
I approached my first blood father. His eyes widened in recognition, chains rattling as he jerked back.
"Rivan... please... not again," he rasped, his voice worn thin by screams long buried in these walls.
A slow smile tugged at my lips cold, distant, untouched by mercy. I reached for the rusted pliers on the table, the metal glinting faintly in the dim light.
The air grew heavy.
I moved closer, each step echoing against the stone, stretching the moment until it snapped tighter than the chains that held him. He struggled, breath hitching, but there was nowhere left to run.
Steel met flesh.
A sharp, broken cry tore through the silence, bouncing off the walls like a haunting refrain. Blood welled, dark and steady, dripping onto the floor in a slow, rhythmic pattern. I didn't rush I never did. Pain, after all, was meant to be felt... fully.
His strength crumbled, defiance dissolving into desperate sobs.
I leaned in, my voice barely a whisper against the chaos.
Satisfaction coiled low in my gut but it didn't last.
It never did.
I turned slowly to the other man Devyani's father. He stood bound, his face pale, bruises fading into sickly shades beneath the dim light. For a moment, he met my gaze with defiance, something sharp and stubborn flickering in his eyes.
It died quickly.
I picked up a thin blade, its edge catching the faint glow as I stepped closer. Silence stretched between us tight, suffocating.
Then steel met skin.
I dragged the blade along his forearm, just enough to break the surface. A thin red line followed, blooming slowly. He jerked against the restraints, a curse slipping through clenched teeth but I didn't stop.
Not yet.
The lines deepened. Multiplied. Became something more... deliberate.
His breaths turned ragged. Defiance cracked, splintered until it gave way entirely.
"Maf kardo ..."
The words came out broken, trembling, swallowed by the cold air.
I tilted my head, watching him unravel.
Pleas turned into cries. Cries into desperate, hollow wails.
"Please... just kill me...!"
But I only continued slow, precise, unhurried. The warmth of blood spread across my hands, grounding, real. Every movement controlled. Every second intentional.
Until there was nothing left of him but a shattered shell.
Silence returned.
I stepped back, wiping the blade clean with a cloth, the faint rasp of fabric against metal echoing in the stillness. Two broken men. Two unfinished endings.
Not yet.
Control. That's what this was. My control. My release.
And yet
Even here... she found her way in.
A flicker behind my eyes. Soft curves. Tear-streaked cheeks. A trembling voice I couldn't quite silence.
My grip tightened.
I exhaled slowly.
I needed to fix this.
For her.
I ascended the stairs, the door sealing shut behind me with a quiet finality. The weight of the room below stayed there locked away as something softer broke through.
A real smile.
Faint at first... then steady.
The rage ebbed, dissolving into something almost calm.
Time to win back my little wife.
The kitchen welcomed me with silence. Clean counters gleamed beneath the soft glow, untouched, peaceful as if it belonged to an entirely different world.
And maybe it did.
I moved with quiet purpose. Fresh fruits met the blade in neat, careful slices.
Eggs cracked open, whisked into a soft golden swirl before hitting the pan.
Butter melted, sizzling gently, releasing a warm, comforting aroma.
Bread turned crisp and golden, the scent wrapping around the room like an embrace.
Simple things.
Gentle things.
The kind she loved.
I plated everything with care her favorites, arranged just the way she liked. A steaming cup of chai followed, delicate wisps of steam curling into the air. And beside it... a single flower. Small, but intentional.
For her.
Balancing the tray, I walked back toward our room, each step lighter than the last. The chaos within me had quieted, replaced by something steadier. Something certain.
The bathroom door was still closed.
Water ran softly behind it a faint, constant sound.
I paused.
Waited.
Then stepped closer, gaze fixed on the door, voice softening in my chest before it ever reached my lips.
I'd coax her out.
With warmth. With care. With love she couldn't doubt.
She thought she was something else... something distant.
But she wasn't.
She was mine.
My world.
And I'd make sure... she felt it.
Aradhya, Payal, and Rudraksh were standing together, completely frozen.
Their mouths slightly open.
Eyes wide.
Jinal, who was on video call, kept looking at their faces in confusion.
"Hello...?" she said, waving her hand in front of the screen.
Rudraksh finally spoke, still staring in one direction.
"Is that... him...?"
Payal immediately shook her head.
"No."
"Absolutely not."
"That cannot be him."
Jinal frowned.
Just then, Yashodha walked in.
"Have you seen Rivan—"
She stopped mid-sentence.
Because no one was listening.
Everyone was still staring in the same direction like statues.
Aradhya slowly turned towards her.
"Maa..."
Yashodha looked confused.
"What happened?"
Aradhya leaned a little closer and whispered dramatically,
Payal added, still shocked,
Rudraksh covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.
Yashodha's eyes widened.
A pause.
Then a slow smile appeared on her face.
She said, still in disbelief, "Maa... he was smiling like a fool... roaming like a child..."
Yashodha immediately frowned and lightly scolded them, "Stop invading someone's privacy and go do your work."
All three instantly straightened.
Rudraksh didn't wait for a second. He grabbed Payal and Aradhya by their arms and dragged them away before the scolding could continue.
Soon, Yashodha also walked away, shaking her head with a small knowing smile.
Meanwhile
Devyani stepped out of the room, now dressed in a beautiful saree.
But her face had a small pout.
Still confused.
Still thinking.
She walked up to Rivan and looked at him carefully.
"Why did you remove your shirt?" she asked innocently.
Rivan blinked.
Then suddenly it hit him.
His eyes widened.
"Yeah... I did take it off..."
A pause.
"Oh shit..."
He ran a hand through his hair, completely realizing the situation now.
"Fuck..."
Devyani immediately looked at him.
Then said very seriously, "Come... let me fuck you, pati ji..."
Rivan's eyes widened in horror.
She blinked innocently.
He sighed, instantly softening.
She nodded like she accepted a formal apology.
Rivan quickly went inside the room, slightly embarrassed, and wore his shirt properly this time. He shook his head at himself, still processing what just happened outside.
When he came back, Devyani was sitting there with a small pout still stuck on her face.
Before he could say anything, she had already taken the jar of Nutella.
He raised his brow. "Now what are you doing...?"
She didn't reply.
Instead, she dipped her finger into it and suddenly applied a little on his hand.
"Devyani..."
But she was already smiling mischievously.
"Sit..." she ordered like a boss.
He sighed but obeyed.
She started feeding him with her fingers, still making that cute angry face.
Every bite came with a complaint.
Another bite.
Another one.
He just sat there quietly.
Listening.
Watching her.
A small smile playing on his lips.
Sometimes she would feed him.
Sometimes she would randomly put a little Nutella on his cheek.
Then glare at him like it was his fault.
And he didn't argue.
Didn't interrupt.
Just let her speak.
Let her complain.
Let her be.
After a while, when her tantrums slowed down, he gently held her hand.
"Done?" he asked softly.
She looked away, pretending to still be angry.
"Maybe..."
He smiled, wiping the little mess she created.
Then got up.
"I have some work," he said calmly.
She looked at him but didn't stop him this time.
Rivan went to his study, settling down with his files.
But even there
A faint smile stayed on his face.
Because her chaos...
Had become his peace.