𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆...𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂.
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|● 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈×𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐌
In a world where power whispers louder than screams & silence kills...
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My eyes landed on him, and my breath stopped.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe. My eyes went wide on their own, and my whole body turned stiff, straight like I had turned into stone. He was right there. Beside me. Sleeping. My heart skipped so hard that it almost hurt.
Hey Bholenath...ye yahan kya kar rahe hain? A-aur aaye kab?
("Hey, Bholenath... what are you doing here? A-and when did you arrive?")
The thought hit my mind all at once, confused and shaken.
I looked at him again, only for a second, and then quickly turned my face away. My fingers tightened around the blanket that was half covering me. My lips pressed together, nervous, unsure. My chest felt tight, like there was not enough air in the room.
"A-aur... main bed pe kaise?" I murmured to myself, my voice barely there. (A-and how am I on the bed?)
I blinked again and again, fast, trying to understand what I was seeing. My head felt heavy. This was not how the night ended. I remembered it clearly. When I fell asleep, I was on the ground. The bed was empty on my side. He was not even in the room then.
So how... how did this happen? It was only Ishaan who was sleeping on the bed-then, suddenly, another thought struck me.
Ishaan.
Where was he?
My eyes moved around the bed, searching the other side, the space beside him. But the moment my eyes again landed on the bed, my heart skipped again-not because of Ishaan, but because of something else I noticed.
There was little to no distance between us.
It was a big bed, king size, yet his body took so much space in the middle. He was lying comfortably, his long legs stretched till the end of the bed. I was on the edge, small, like I did not belong there. His one hand was over his eyes, covering them, and the other rested beside him. He was breathing slowly. Calmly. His chest, covered in a plain white shirt, moved up and down in a steady rhythm.
