~ʂ𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗋𝗒𝖺-ɛ𝗄 ą𝗇𝗈𝗄𝗁𝗂 ƙ𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗂♡~A Shakhi FF

Chapter 38

Her breath caught in her throat as her heart fluttered like a caged bird yearning to be set free. It was a moment suspended in time, where the tangled threads of their emotions intertwined, defying the logic that dictated their path.

She found herself engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions—fear, trust, and a flicker of hope. She was torn between succumbing to the magnetic pull of his touch and the instinct to protect her fragile heart from further harm.

With a determined step backward, she sought to create a physical distance, hoping to shield herself from the overwhelming rush of emotions that threatened to consume her.

Shaurya's heart ached as he witnessed her retreat, feeling the weight of her resistance. His gaze never wavered, filled with a profound longing and regret for the pain he had unwittingly caused her.

It was a moment of reckoning, as he realized the depth of his impact on her, and the challenge he is facing in rebuilding the shattered trust between them.

Unable to bear the thought of her sleeping on the uncomfortable sofa, he gently intercepted her,

"Anokhi tum sofe pe nhi souge..."

"Mujhe jaha Sona hai mai wahi soungi... Shayad aap bhul re ye kamra aapka h aur mai yaha par ek mehmaan hu..." As she said this, her words piercing his heart.

"Esa mat bolo please... Yeh kamra jitna mera h usse kayi zyada tumhara h..."

"Tum ho toh ye ghar ye kamra aur meri zindagi rangeen hai... Tum ho toh hi mai hu..." He said gently cupping her cheeks while tears threatened to escape her eyes.

"Ohh really!!!" She said twitching her lips.

"Ye baat aapko uss waqt yaad nhi aayi jab aap mujhe zaleel kar rhe the ... Indirectly mere character pe sawal utha rhe the.... " she retorted , stepping back.

"Please anokhi....Please mujhe maaf kardo ... Pls..." His eyes were turning moist and so was her.

"Don't force me shaurya..." She pleaded.

"Please anokhi... tum bed pe soo jao mai sofe pe soo jaunga ... Par pls..." He was begging her to sleep in bed.

"Please anokhi... I request...." his voice was laced with a tender vulnerability as he urged her to reconsider.

He longed to provide her with a semblance of comfort, a gesture that carried the weight of his remorse and his sincere desire to make amends.

A lone tear escaped her eyes. Not being conscious, his thumbs automatically travelled to her cheeks wiping off her tears as he couldn't see her like this.

"I request... Please..."

Her gaze met his briefly, her eyes betraying the inner turmoil she grappled with. She hesitated, her wavering resolve reflecting the unspoken connection that still tethered them together.

And in that moment, she relented, her defenses gradually crumbling as she accepted his offer, allowing herself to be guided towards the bed.

As she settled onto the soft bedding, the air between them hummed with unspoken words, an uncharted path stretching out before them.

His eyes mirrored his determination to heal the wounds he had inflicted, his silent promise to be the strength that she desperately needed.

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The following morning, Aastha stood in the kitchen, the aroma of breakfast filling the air, as Shaurya approached her with a gentle smile.