Chapter-63
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The afternoon sun filtered gently through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the quiet house.
In the kitchen, Aarushi’s mother wiped her hands on her apron, her eyes flicking to the clock again. It was nearly noon.
She frowned.
Yes, it was a registered holiday at Aarushi’s school—no classes, just some minor paperwork she was supposedly doing from home. But this? This was too much.
"Rohan, go and wake aarushi up" she called, the edge in her voice unmistakable.
From the living room, Rohan lazily lifted his head, his thumbs still tapping on his phone"Chhutti hai aaj. Let her sleep, na,"he muttered without enthusiasm.
(It’s a holiday today. Let her sleep, na,)
"Chhutti ka matlab ye thodi ke dopahar tak soti rahe?"his mother snapped. "Go and wake her up. God knows what dreams she’s chasing this time"
(Does a holiday mean she should sleep until noon?)
Grumbling like a martyr, Rohan dragged himself off the sofa with exaggerated effort.
"Mujhe hi sab kuch karna padta hai," he mumbled, heading for the stairs.
(I have to do everything,)
He reached Aarushi’s room, not even bothering to knock. Pushing the door open with a flourish, he announced dramatically,
"Uth ja, Alsi kahin ki—kitna soti rahegi tu ab bhi—"And then he stopped. Dead.
(Get up, you lazy girl—how long will you keep sleeping)
His voice choked mid-sentence, the words shriveling in his throat as his eyes locked onto the scene before him.
There, nestled comfortably on the bed, lay Aarushi. And next to her—no, holding her—was Abhimanyu.
The man was flat on his back, one arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close into the curve of his body.
Aarushi’s face was tucked into his chest, her fingers curled into his shirt. Their legs were tangled, their breathing calm and completely in sync.
Rohan’s jaw nearly hit the floor.
The intimacy, the comfort—it screamed something far beyond just sleeping.
He blinked rapidly, as if maybe he’d imagined it.
He hadn’t.
His heart thudded. He stepped back like he’d touched a live wire, yanking the door shut as silently as his panicked hands would allow.
He bolted down the stairs, almost tripping in his hurry.
"Mumma" he half-whispered, half-shrieked, charging into the kitchen like he was reporting a murder.
His mother startled, turning sharply.
"Ab kya hua?"
(Now what happened?)
"What problem?" she asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
Rohan leaned in like a gossiping aunt.
"Aarushi... isn’t alone in her room."
His mother straightened.
"Kya?"
(What?)
(Abhimanyu is there too. And they’re both sleeping. Together. All cuddled up.)
A second of stunned silence passed.
Then her eyes widened—first with disbelief, then with pure shock.
Before she could say a word, the front door opened and Aarushi’s father walked in casually, setting down a bag of fruits.
"You handle your Papa," she hissed, already marching toward the stairs with a storm brewing in her eyes.
"I’ll go see for myself."
She didn’t knock—just pushed the door open slowly, silently.
And then… she froze.
There they were—still curled together, still deep asleep.
There they were—Aarushi and Abhimanyu—deeply asleep, curled into each other like two puzzle pieces the universe carved just for this moment.
His arms were wrapped around her like a shield, her face nuzzled against his chest, their breaths rising and falling in the same quiet rhythm.
For a moment, all her anxiety faded.
Maybe… maybe they’ve worked things out? they’re back together?
A small, involuntary sigh of relief escaped her lips.
She stood there in the doorway, awkward and hesitant, caught between joy and embarrassment. Finally, she cleared her throat.
"Aarushi… wake up," she said softly.
No response.
She took a step forward, speaking louder. "Aarushi?"
A muffled groan came from the bed. Aarushi shifted slightly but didn’t open her eyes. "Five more minutes, Mumma…" she mumbled sleepily.
Her mother’s eyes widened as Abhimanyu stirred, too—but instead of waking, he snuggled even closer. His head slipped down to rest fully against her chest, arms tightening around her possessively.
She gasped softly, her hand flying to her mouth. Her brain short-circuited for a second.
"What––ARU wake up," she said sharply now.
Aarushi stirred, blinking groggily, then rubbed her eyes. Slowly, her gaze lifted—
And locked onto her mother, standing with arms crossed and one perfectly arched eyebrow raised in that terrifying, trademark mom-glare.
Aarushi’s heart stopped. She was wide awake now.
She tilted her head down—
And saw Abhimanyu sleeping against her chest. Peacefully. Content. Smiling a little.
Her jaw dropped. Her face turned crimson.
"M-Mumma," she whispered, mortified.
Her mother didn’t speak. She simply pointed at Abhimanyu with one finger, then gave a swift hand signal that said: Wake. Him. Up.
Aarushi gulped. Nodded.
She tapped his shoulder. "Abhi… Abhi, wake up," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Nothing.
She shook him harder. "Abhi,Get up. Mumma is here"
Still nothing—until he mumbled sleepily, "Baby… one more time… promise I won’t bite…"
And then, as if to seal the humiliation, his hand slid up and cupped her breast with a satisfied sigh.
Aarushi stopped breathing.
Her mother’s mouth fell open. She looked like she’d just witnessed a crime scene.
"I… I’ll come back later,"she squeaked, then whirled around and practically ran out of the room, shutting the door behind her with a bang.
Aarushi's head collapsed back onto the pillow, groaning in horror. She buried her face in her hands.
"Oh god… kill me now…"
Then, fury building in her veins, she turned to the sleeping offender.
"ABHI" she hissed.
He didn’t even twitch.
Her eyes narrowed.
She grabbed his wandering hand—and sank her teeth into it.
"OW" Abhimanyu yelped, jolting upright. " What the––Baby ?Are you insane?"
Aarushi’s nostrils flared. "MUMMA. SAW. EVERYTHING."
His expression froze. He blinked at the door. Then at her.
It registered.
And then—he shrugged. "So what? I’m your husband."
"Husband?" she repeated, scandalized. “That doesn’t give you right to embarrass me infront of her by groping me in your sleep"
He scratched the back of his neck, trying to look innocent. His eyes—traitorous eyes—drifted downward at the memory of the dream.
She followed his gaze and gasped. "Don’t you dare look there again"
His eyes snapped back up. He grinned sheepishly. "Woh… main… matlab…"
She slapped the bedsheet over herself. "Besharam ho tum. Utterly shameless"
Fuming, she turned to get off the bed. But before she could move, his hand slipped around her wrist, firm but gentle, pulling her back. She stumbled slightly—and landed in his lap.
"Hey" she gasped, her palms pressed to his chest.
But he didn’t let her go.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her like something precious. His chin rested on her shoulder. His breath tickled her neck.
And then, in a voice so low and raw it broke her inside,
He whispered "I was dreaming that you were mine again. That you loved me like you used to. And for a moment… I felt whole"
She didn’t move.
He tightened his hold just a little more, resting his forehead in the curve of her neck.
"You know you were the only place where nothing hurt, baby" he murmured.
Aarushi’s lips parted, slightly. Her heart thudded, then softened.
She twisted in his arms, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed. "I’m still mad at you."
"I know," he murmured, voice soft, vulnerable. "But stay mad here."
She glared. "Mumma saw everything, Abhi. Everything. Tumhe pata hai ab unke samne jaane mein kitni sharam aayegi? And if Papa finds out— per tum ho hamesha aise hi––"
But he didn’t let her finish.
He kissed her.
Just a quick, playful peck that stole her breath and her sentence.
She blinked, flustered. "Harkatein karte ho—"
Another kiss. Slower this time. Teasing.
"Let me finish" she protested, swatting his arm.
He grinned—and kissed her again.
Aarushi huffed, crossing her arms with a dramatic glare. "Wait a seco––"
Still, another kiss.
Her frown faltered. Her lips trembled.
"Let me—"
Peck.
"Bas! I swear, if you—"
Peck.
Her irritation melted into helpless giggles, breathless and shaky.
She looked at him then, her anger hanging by a thread. Eyes glowing, voice soft. She tilted her face forward, deliberately close.
"Don’t…" she whispered, heavy with affection, daring him to do it again.
He kissed her.
"Do…"
Another kiss.
"This…"
And again.
She broke into laughter, heart full, and leaned forward.
This time, she kissed him.
Gently. Tenderly.
Right on the tip of his nose.
It made him pause.
Not out of shock—but because that simple kiss held something powerful. Soft. Pure. Unshakable.
He stilled.
And when he looked at her, every trace of teasing faded from his face.
Because in that one little kiss, he felt everything.
He pulled her closer. Slowly. Carefully.
The air shifted between them.
Their laughter faded into a silence that spoke louder than words.
Abhimanyu cupped her face, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as they brushed her skin. He leaned in, resting his forehead gently against hers.
Warm. Intimate. Familiar.
His thumbs caressed her cheeks as though she were something delicate—something that had once been shattered and was now whole again in his hands.
She gazed into his eyes.
And he into hers.
Not just looking—but searching.
For the fragments of each other they’d both held onto, even in the silence. Even in the pain. Even when it felt like everything had slipped away.
When she looked at him like that—soft, steady, unafraid—Abhimanyu forgot what loneliness felt like.
Because in her eyes, he saw a thousand unspoken promises.
He didn’t think of heaven.
Didn’t need to.
His heaven wasn’t in the stars.
It wasn’t in temples or prayers or redemption.
It was here.
In her arms.
In her smile.
In the laughter that still echoed faintly in the space between them.
In the girl who could fight with him, tease him, love him.
This—she—was his salvation.
His peace.
His forever.
Both leaned forward for kiss,their lips were nearly there, suspended in that final aching pause before a kiss.
And then—
Knock. Knock.
The sudden sound startled them both.
Aarushi’s eyes widened, and in a blink, she scrambled off his lap, smoothing down her clothes,cheeks flushing crimson.
Her hair was a little messy from where his fingers had threaded through it earlier. She quickly ran a hand through it, trying to appear composed.
Abhimanyu stood up too, a second later, brushing invisible dust off his clothes, trying to act casual—but the heat creeping up his neck betrayed him.
The door opened before either could say anything.
It was her mother.
Aarushi’s breath caught.
"Ma…"
Her mother stepped in with a calm smile, not missing the way her daughter’s face had turned the shade of a ripe cherry or how Abhimanyu stood a little too straight, a little too stiff, his expression trying very hard to be polite and composed.
But she didn’t say anything.
Just smiled.
"Good afternoon.....I brought these," she said gently, holding out a neatly folded pile of clothes. "They’re Rohan’s. He didn’t wear them—too loose on him. Might fit you well, beta."
Abhimanyu took the clothes respectfully, offering a soft, slightly awkward smile. "Oh––Thank you"
Her mother nodded and looked between the two of them, a teasing warmth in her eyes she didn’t voice.
"You both take a bath, freshen up," she said lightly. "Come downstairs for lunch."
Aarushi, still red-faced, hesitated for a second and then asked softly, "Umm… Papa ko pata hai… ki Abhi yahan hai?"
Her voice was small. Unsure.
Her mother smiled again, a little softer now, stepping closer and tucking a loose strand of Aarushi’s hair behind her ear.
"Pata hai," she said, nodding. "Don’t worry. Everything’s okay. Fresh up quickly. Hum sab milke lunch karenge."
The reassurance in her voice, the gentle tone—it made Aarushi’s throat tighten just a bit.
And with that, she turned and walked out, the door closing softly behind her.
Aarushi let out a long breath, finally meeting Abhimanyu’s eyes again.
They stood there in an awkward, lingering silence, the air thick with unspoken words, before Abhimanyu broke it with a mischievous smile.
"Well," he said casually, his voice light yet laced with something playful, "to save time… we could always bathe together. We're already running late."
Aarushi’s eyes widened in disbelief, her lips parting as she stared at him.
Her expression was a mix of scandal and amusement, the heat rising to her cheeks as she smacked his arm lightly. "Jyada over smart mat bano mere aage."she scolded, her voice a mockingly stern whisper.
Abhimanyu couldn’t suppress the chuckle that escaped him. He raised his hands in mock surrender, his eyes dancing with that mischievous gleam she knew all too well. "It was just a suggestion. A time-saving one," he teased, the corner of his lips curling into that familiar smirk.
Aarushi rolled her eyes but didn’t hide the amused spark in her gaze.
"You’ll save time by bathing alone," she shot back, her tone playful but firm as she walked toward the wardrobe. "You take a bath here, I’ll go use the guest room bathroom. It used to be Aanaya’s room, remember? But since uncle got transferred, they’ve moved out. The room’s empty now."
She pulled open a drawer, rummaging through the contents, her movements fluid yet purposeful.
After a moment, she took out a fresh towel, the soft fabric draped over her arm. Then, she retrieved a brand-new toothbrush from the shelf, the bristles still untouched.
Turning back to him, she walked over and handed them to him, her fingers brushing against his as she placed them gently in his hands.
"Here," she said quietly, her voice softer now, almost tender. "Extra towel. And a brush. Go take a bath quickly. We’re really going to be late if you keep standing there and smirking at me."
Her words, though teasing, carried a note of affection. A small smile tugged at his lips as he accepted the towel and toothbrush, their eyes locking for a brief, intense moment.
"Thank you," he said, his voice low and sincere, though he wasn’t sure exactly what he was thanking her for—whether it was for her presence, for the kindness in her gesture, for forgiving him without words, or for the unspoken understanding between them.
She passed him a small smile and then, he turned and headed toward the bathroom, the door clicking softly behind him.
Aarushi stood still for a moment, her gaze following him, a quiet warmth blooming in her chest.
After a second, she gathered her clothes, taking one last glance at the door before stepping toward it herself.
She paused, her fingers brushing the handle, then took a deep breath as if to steady herself.
With a small, almost imperceptible smile, she pushed open the door and stepped out, leaving the room.
After an hour ~
The sound of clinking utensils and soft murmurs filled the dining room as Aarushi and Abhimanyu sat down at the table.
Her father sat at the head, his expression impassive as he studied his plate, a quiet tension hanging in the air. The silence was only broken when her father, in his usual stern tone, finally spoke.
"When did you come ?" His gaze flickered from Aarushi to Abhimanyu, the question simple but carrying an undercurrent of something unsaid.
Abhimanyu glanced at Aarushi briefly, then turned to her father, "Around midnight," he replied, his voice calm but carrying a depth of meaning in it.
Her father’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Why?"
Abhimanyu’s throat tightened a little as he prepared to explain, knowing that he could never truly make up for his actions
"I know I made a mistake," he started, his voice low but steady, looking directly at Aarushi's father.
"I should have been there, should have understood things better. I knew I did wrong, but I’m sorry for everything—my actions, my words. The situation got out of hand, but I never intended for it to get this far. It’s just..." He faltered for a moment.
Before he could say more, her mother’s voice cut in, soft and reassuring. "It’s okay, beta," she said gently, offering Abhimanyu a warm smile. "You don’t have to explain. We understand. The most important thing is that you two are together now. Nothing else matters."
Her father sighed, a hint of weariness in his voice as he set his utensils down and looked at Abhimanyu. "Yes, she’s right. Let it go. We can’t change the past."
The room quieted again, and though the tension still lingered, it felt like a slight shift.
Aarushi caught Abhimanyu’s eye, offering him a small, comforting smile. Despite the awkwardness, there was a sense of unspoken understanding between them.
Later that morning, Aarushi was standing by the counter in the kitchen, sipping water from a glass.
The house, once again filled with the sounds of daily life, seemed quieter now—more settled.
She was lost in her thoughts when the soft sound of footsteps behind her interrupted the stillness.
Abhimanyu walked in, his presence instantly filling the room. She turned, offering him a small smile, and he returned it, the lines of tension around his eyes softening.
Without a word, he moved closer, his gaze intense.
Before she could even process the moment, Abhimanyu reached out and gently placed his hands on the counter, trapping her between his body and the cool surface.
His expression softened as he looked down at her, his voice low, almost a whisper. "Um..... I want to ask something" he said, his eyes searching hers with an open vulnerability.
"When can we leave" he asked
Aarushi paused for a moment, caught off guard by sudden question .
Abhimanyu’s face fell just slightly as she paused for a moment, as if afraid she might still need more time.
But his voice remained calm, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he gently took her hands in his. "It’s okay if you want to stay here more. I understand, we can––"
She shook her head quickly, her smile returning. "No no, it's not like that. Lets leave in evening " She gazed up at him, her eyes steady and sure.
His expression lit up instantly, the weight on his shoulders lifting. "Okay," he said quickly, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Aarushi leaned up slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before stepping back, feeling a sense of warmth fill the space between them once again.
The car slowed to a halt in front of the familiar gates of Rathore Mansion.
I stared out through the window, heart fluttering a little.
The mansion stood in golden silence, bathed in soft amber lights that made it glow like an old memory—intact, yet somehow distant.
The walls, the porch steps, the carved wooden doors—all looked exactly the same. And yet, they didn’t. A week away wasn’t much. But when you’ve carried pain, distance feels wider.
Tonight, it didn’t look like just a grand building. It looked like the warmth I’d been aching for. Like the quiet corner of my soul that still believed in "home."
The engine turned off with a gentle click. I turned my head.
Abhimanyu was already looking at me, his eyes softer than usual, understanding unspoken in their depth. No words. Just a small smile, the kind that said and then he stepped out, circling to my side.
He opened the door, his hand stretched out.
I smiled and took it.
Stepping out, I drew in a slow breath, as if inhaling strength from the evening air.
The breeze tugged gently at the end of my dupatta, and the scent of mogra from the front porch met me like an old friend.
I walked beside him, each step measured but sure, the gravel crunching under my sandals echoing louder than the thoughts in my head.
I hadn't realized how much I missed it. The quiet chaos. The flickering hallway lamp. The rustle of someone moving behind the curtains. The subtle life of this house. My family.
Before either of us could ring the bell, the front door creaked open.
Badi Ma stood there.
Her pose was the same—elegant, dignified. But her eyes—those deep, knowing eyes—glimmered with something else.
Something warm. Something that broke through every wall I'd built around my heart this past week.
"Aarushi," she said, voice low, full of feeling, full of relief.
I stepped forward with a quiet smile, my throat tightening.
"Badi Ma."
She took me into her arms without a second thought. Her embrace was the kind you don’t realize you need until you’re inside it. It wasn’t loud. It was grounding. Reassuring.
"I'm so glad you're back," she whispered against my hair, one hand gently caressing the back of my head.
"Me too," I whispered, voice slightly hoarse with the ache of too much held-in emotion.
Then came Chachi, her eyes bright with both love and that familiar scolding tone that somehow always sounded affectionate.
"You made us wait an entire week," she said, hands on her hips, but her smile betrayed her. "This house felt hollow without your chatter."
I let out a small laugh. "I’m sorry… I just needed some time."
"I understand, it was needed" she said, passing a small smile
Then, with a teasing nudge and sudden enthusiasm, she added, "but now you are finally back and guess what? I made everything you love today. All your favourites"
My eyes widened. "Really "
"Yeah" She grinned. "Don’t say I never spoil you."
I turned slightly, my heart already full—and that’s when Navya appeared, arms stretched wide, her smile like sunshine.
"Told them you’d come today,, bhabhi," she said, pulling me into a tight hug. "I just knew it"
I hugged her back, burying my face in her shoulder for a second longer than necessary. "I missed you," I murmured.
"Missed you more," she mumbled, then drew back with a playful smirk. "Aryan was going mad when you ignored his messages."
He lifted a hand in greeting, casual as ever. "I texted you yesterday, by the way. No reply bhabhi,not fair"
I looked at him with an apologetic grin. "Sorry, I was a bit caught up. Spent most of the day out"
He nodded, as if that explained everything.
Then came Vivaan, "Bhabhi, you have no idea how dramatic the kitchen has been since 4 p.m. Badi Ma and Mumma have been acting like you were coming back from war."
Badi Ma simply smiled. "So what, our daughter was coming home. That’s always worth a little fuss."
A warmth spread through me, soft and slow. I hadn’t realized just how much I missed them. Missed this.
The quiet concern.The effort they’d put in. Not out of obligation—but because I mattered.
"Let's go and have dinner first "Badi Ma said warmly. "We’ll talk properly at dinner."
I nodded and moved forward with Abhimanyu beside me providing comfort all the time. Everyone walked towards dinning area.
As I sat down, the gentle clinking of cutlery and quiet chatter slowly filled the air. But within minutes, the room came alive.
Plates were passed, laughter echoed, and familiar voices overlapped in that beautiful, chaotic way only family can manage.
Navya shared a college story with dramatic flair while Vivaan rolled his eyes but didn’t interrupt. Aaryan chimed in with his usual cheeky corrections, making everyone laugh harder.
Chachi kept nudging more food onto my plate, her eyes soft and motherly. Bade Papa asked about my parents, and I answered with a smile, feeling strangely at ease.
What should’ve been a short dinner stretched longer than anyone realized. No one seemed in a hurry to leave. Conversations flowed, laughter lingered.
No tension. Just presence. Just peace.
And somewhere in the middle of it all, something inside me finally breathed again.
I was home.
After some time ~
As I wished Badi Ma goodnight and stepped away from the kitchen, a warm fullness settled in my chest—the kind that only comes after a hearty meal and laughter shared with family.
The kind of warmth I hadn't realized I missed this much… until tonight.
The house felt quieter now, the post-dinner hum fading slowly into a soft silence.
My footsteps echoed lightly as I made my way upstairs, each step bringing with it the thought that had been nudging at me since dessert.
Where is Abhi?
He’d disappeared after dinner, not a word, not a look back. It had been almost an hour. My brows pulled together in a curious frown.
He usually found some dramatic or sarcastic way to interrupt the after-dinner chaos—either with a smirk, a yawn, or a not-so-subtle "Can we go now?" to escape the chatter.
But tonight? Nothing.
With that thought, I pushed open the door to our room—and the breath hitched in my throat.
The second the door opened, a gentle shower of rose petals fluttered down from above, brushing softly against my hair, shoulders, and arms like a kiss from the air itself. I stood completely still, stunned in the most beautiful way.
My hand stayed on the doorknob, frozen. My eyes slowly lifted and widened.
The room… was glowing.
Soft amber lights were strung across the ceiling, their warm hue spilling across the walls like honey.
The air smelled sweet—roses, lavender, and something that felt like peace.
Candles flickered gently from every corner, their flames swaying slightly, as if welcoming me in a silent, sacred rhythm.
The bed was dressed in fresh white linen, the kind that felt too soft to touch. Rose petals were scattered in a careful heart at the center of it a box placed—simple, elegant, wrapped in a soft ivory cloth and tied with a golden ribbon.
I moved forward and noticed a chit there, written in his unmistakable handwriting "365 Things I Love About You."
My breath caught in my throat.
I stood there, unmoving, overwhelmed.
My fingers shook slightly as I untied the ribbon. The lid gave a quiet sigh as I lifted it, revealing a neat stack of colorful chits inside—each folded carefully, thoughtfully, lovingly.
I reached for the top one and opened it.
#14 – The way your eyes light up when you talk about your students, or when you come home and tell me every little detail of your day—even the boring ones. I could listen forever.”
A lump rose in my throat.
I opened another.
#32 – I love how passionately you argue about the smallest things—like how tea tastes better only in glass cups.
A laugh slipped out, trembling. My fingers itched for more.
#67 – The way you always share your last bite with me, even after dramatically declaring you wouldn’t give a single piece to anyone. It’s such a small gesture, but somehow, it’s so you—quietly generous, and impossibly endearing.
#15 – How you pause mid-sentence just to fix my collar or brush my hair behind my ear. You don’t even realize you do it.
The tears came faster than I could stop them.
I wasn't just crying. I was unraveling—melting under the weight of being seen. Under the quiet, endless love that filled every inch of those tiny notes. Every word reminded me that I wasn’t just loved—I was known. Deeply. Softly. Completely.
No one had ever done anything like this for me.
No one had ever noticed this much.
I didn’t even hear the door close behind me.
I only felt him—Abhimanyu—as his arms slid around my waist from behind, pulling me gently against his chest. His chin came to rest on my shoulder, and his voice—low, warm, and steady—rumbled against my ear.
"Don’t tell me you’re going to read them all tonight," he murmured. "Read them whenever you forget how loved you are. And when you’re done with these... just tell me. I’ll write you another 365 things I love about you."
I turned in his arms, completely undone.
My voice cracked. "Abhi… this… you…"
He smiled softly, brushing a tear from my cheek with his thumb "I kept wondering what I could do to make it up to you. To make you smile again."
He hesitated, then added, "Navya told me to do something that felt like me. Something that didn’t cost a fortune—but came from here."
He tapped his chest, just above his heart.
"So I wrote. And wrote. Every night. Some while waiting for sleep. Some when I missed you so badly it hurt."
I stared at him like he’d handed me the stars.
I’d always known he was complex. Sarcastic. Mysterious. Guarded.
But this?
This man—my man—had poured his heart into 365 reasons he loved me. In a world where people scroll past feelings, where silence replaces honesty, and vulnerability is treated like weakness… he chose to speak in ink. He chose me, in words, when so many don't even bother to try.
"I never thought I could be loved like this," I whispered.
He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine "Then let me keep showing you. Every single day. In tiny ways. In loud, stupid ones too. But never, ever forget this, baby––You’re not just loved. You’re my whole heart."
I didn’t respond with words.
I kissed him.
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It was gentle at first, a soft press of my lips against his, tender with gratitude, filled with all the love I had hidden deep inside.
My hands rested against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart as if it were my own.
For a moment, everything was still. The world around us faded, and it was just the two of us. But then, as if the simple touch of my lips was a spark that set him alight, Abhimanyu's arms tightened around me.
He pulled me closer, his hands cupping my face with an intensity that sent a shiver through me.
I could feel the shift in him, a hunger in the kiss that matched the yearning inside me.
My breath hitched as the kiss deepened, my heart racing as if it couldn’t keep up with the surge of emotions coursing through me.
I pulled away, gasping for air, my fingers brushing against his jaw, torn between the overwhelming need to continue and the realization that I had to breathe.
But even as I pulled back, his hands gripped the sides of my face, drawing me in again.
There was no space between us. His lips found mine once more, not gently this time but with a fierceness that mirrored the fire burning inside us both.
His kiss was an explosion of longing, a desperate attempt to bridge the distance that had kept us apart for so long
"Let's make this moment more memorable," he murmured against my lips, his voice a low, resonant hum that vibrated through my very core. "Let me make you feel more loved"
His words were sparks, igniting a wildfire within me. He traced a path of fire down my neck, each touch deliberate, each caress sending shivers of anticipation through my veins.
"Abhi…" I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, a plea and a surrender all in one
"Boliye abhi ki jaan" he breathed, his voice thick with a raw intensity that made my heart pound"You want it ?" He asked
I couldn't deny the inferno that raged within me, reflected in the depths of my eyes. I nodded my head slowly.
He picked up the box that had been lying on the bed, setting it aside with a gentle force, a sound that echoed in the sudden silence of the room.
"Lay back," he commanded, his eyes burning into mine, a promise of both pleasure and possession.
A flicker of hesitation danced within me, but it was quickly consumed by the rising tide of longing.
I moved to the bed, my body trembling with anticipation as Abhimanyu began to unbutton his shirt. The sight of his bare chest, the sculpted lines of his muscles, sent a jolt of pure desire through me.
He shed his clothes, leaving him in just his boxers, and moved towards me, his every movement radiating a potent, undeniable sensuality.
I pushed myself back, the soft mattress a stark contrast to the fire that consumed me.
He loomed over me, his gaze intense and possessive, and kissed me deeply, a kiss that stole my breath and set my soul ablaze.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, torturing me with slow, deliberate caresses that sent shivers of anticipation down my spine.
As he began to undress me, each touch was a spark, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.
Lying naked beneath his gaze, my chest rising and falling with the frantic rhythm of my heart, I watched as he drew closer.
He nipped gently at my collarbone, then pressed a searing kiss there before moving lower, his lips and hands worshipping my body, each touch a deliberate caress that sent a moan escaping my lips"Oh..."
His fingers danced over my core, exploring, teasing, driving me closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy.
I whimpered, my body trembling with a desperate need, a yearning that only he could satisfy.
He paused, his eyes meeting mine, a silent question in their depths "How are feeling ,jaan" he asked softly, his voice laced with a tenderness that belied the fire in his eyes.
"Oh" I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, a plea for him to continue. "Just…more. Please, Abhi, I need more."
A slow, possessive smile spread across his face, a promise of the pleasure to come. "More it is," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, a vow to fulfill my every need.
He reached for a condom, his movements deliberate and precise, and then knelt beside me, his eyes filled with a love that took my breath away.
He pressed a kiss to my ear, his breath warm against my skin, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. Slowly, gently, he parted my legs and moved inside me, filling me from behind with a sense of completeness I had never known.
"Oh...fuck" A moan, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, escaped my lips as he filled me.
He pressed deeper, and my core clenched around him, a response to his size, to his presence, to the intoxicating power he held over me
He murmured sweet words, praises that made me feel cherished, adored, desired beyond measure. "You look more beautiful like this" he breathed against my skin, his voice thick with adoration. "So incredibly beautiful."
With each thrust, the world narrowed to just us, just the primal sensation of his body moving within mine, the intoxicating rhythm of our shared desire.
"Hold my hand " he urged, his voice a low rumble against my ear.
I held onto his hands tightly, my nails digging into his skin as involuntary moans spilled from my lips. "Yes, like that," he praised, his touch on my breasts growing more insistent, driving me closer and closer to the edge, to the precipice of oblivion. "You feel so good sweetheart"
My thighs began to clench, a desperate warning sign that I was nearing the point of no return.
"Abhi…" I gasped, my voice a broken whisper. A high, keening moan escaped my lips as the wave crashed over me, pulling me under in a tide of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a surrender to the exquisite torment of his love. "Oh,fuck...."
Abhimanyu followed soon after, his body shuddering violently as he found his own release, a testament to the power of our connection, the raw intensity of our shared desire.
He groaned, his voice thick with spent passion. He stilled beside me, his breath coming in ragged gasps, the aftermath of the storm we had unleashed.
As our breathing slowly returned to normal, he kissed me deeply, a lingering kiss that sealed the moment, a silent promise of more to come, a vow to explore the infinite depths of our passion.
"You always take my breath away," he murmured against my lips, his eyes filled with a tenderness .
He slowly pulled away from me and discarded the condom, his gaze possessive, mirroring the lingering ache within me.
I turned toward him, closing the small gap between us, feeling the warmth of his body draw me in. We lay there, tangled in each other, a perfect blend of passion and tenderness.
My head nestled against his chest, the steady beat of his heart a soothing rhythm that seemed to echo in time with my own.
His hand stroked my back, a soothing, calming touch that belied the fire that still smoldered between us.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he spoke, his voice low and intimate, a question that hung in the air between us, a shared yearning unspoken until now. "How about we go on vacation? Just you and me"
I looked up at him, surprised by sudden question "Suddenly?"
He shrugged, a playful smile gracing his lips, "It just came to me. Like we could spend time together and you always wanted to go"
I smiled, my heart overflowing with a happiness that bordered on euphoria. "Yes," I whispered, "But we can't now. I have school, and you have work."
"Don't worry about that," he said, his voice confident, a familiar reassurance that always managed to soothe my worries. "I'll handle it"
"I know very clearly how you handle things," I teased, a playful challenge in my voice. "But we can't right now. Maybe in the summer holidays? It's not too far away, only a month or so."
He thought for a moment, then turned to fully face me, pulling me closer into his arms, his eyes burning with a possessive fire that both thrilled and grounded me.
"Okay," he said, his voice a low, resonant hum that vibrated through my very being, sending shivers down my spine. "If you say so. But tell me, where you want to go"
I thought for a moment, a cherished dream I'd held close for so long finally finding its voice "I've always wanted to go to Italy," I confessed.
"Italy it is then," he declared, a vow to make my every dream a tangible reality.
I smiled and kissed his cheek, my heart overflowing with a love that felt both boundless and all-encompassing.
He looked at me for a long moment and then his gaze dropped towards my chest which was pressing against his.
"Stop seducing me , Mrs rathore" he murmured, his breath warm against my skin, sending a familiar shiver of anticipation through me.
I blinked "What?....but I'm not."
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through my body, a promise of the pleasure yet to come.
"Oh, but you already have," he said, his eyes dancing with a mischievous fire.
He hovered over me again, his lips brushing against mine, a tantalizing prelude to the storm that threatened to erupt between us once more. "How about we go for second round?"
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