SHIVNYA’S POV
I stirred in my sleep, instinctively reaching out to the empty side of the bed. A pang of loneliness hit me as my fingers grazed the cool sheets. Slowly opening my eyes, I noticed a nurse adjusting the machine connected to my body. My shoulder throbbed with pain, making it hard to move, but I tried to speak. The nurse noticed me stirring and offered a gentle smile.
“He’s gone to meet the doctor,” she said, her voice kind.
A wave of anxiety washed over me. My mind raced with worry. What would the doctor say? Would they blame Abhimanyu for something else? I managed to ask in a soft, weak voice, “Is it anything serious?”
The nurse’s eyes softened as she shook her head, smiling reassuringly. “No, nothing serious. Just some paperwork for your discharge, maybe.”
“Oh,” I sighed in relief, though a lingering worry tugged at my heart.
After a few minutes, Abhimanyu walked in with a stack of papers, his face blank and distant. I could tell he was hiding something behind that calm facade, emotions buried just beneath the surface. He came closer, his gaze meeting mine, and I couldn’t help but ask, my voice laced with concern, “Abhi… kya hua?”
He forced a smile, his eyes softening as he reached out to gently caress my cheek, his fingers brushing through my hair with tender affection. “Nothing, jaan. Let’s get ready. We’re going home,” he said, trying to sound cheerful, but I could see the shadows of worry in his eyes.
I knew he was hiding something, and I couldn’t help but press on. “Tell me honestly. Did the doctor say anything else? Did something come up in my reports?” My voice wavered with fear—I couldn’t bear the thought of more complications. I just wanted a simple, healthy life with him, to spend years together that I once thought I’d never have.
Abhimanyu’s smile was warm, but I sensed the faint stress behind it. “Nothing like that, baby. You’re just a little weak. We just need to take extra care of my precious one,” he said, his tone gentle yet firm.
I exhaled slowly, trusting his words, even though I could see the flicker of unspoken concerns in his eyes. Just then, the nurse interrupted, her voice cutting through our moment. “Sir, can you please step out? I need to change the dressing.”
I looked at Abhimanyu, not wanting him to leave. “It’s okay, nurse. Let him stay.” She nodded, proceeding with the dressing, showing Abhimanyu how to handle it. He watched attentively, his eyes never leaving me, filled with a quiet protectiveness that warmed my heart.
Once the dressing was done, Abhimanyu helped me with my daily chores, his touch tender and careful. He gently dressed me, his fingers grazing my skin softly, tying my hair into a simple ponytail. I watched him, unable to hide my smile, my heart swelling with gratitude. He was my anchor, my safe heaven.
But his eyes still held a hint of stress, and I couldn’t ignore it. “Baby, is something bothering you?” I asked, my voice soft but insistent.
He looked up and gave me that familiar, loving smile. “No, jaan, it’s just your health. I’m worried about you,” he said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His touch sent a warm shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person alive to have him.
As we finished packing, he said softly, “Let’s go.” I tried to stand, but before I could even put my feet on the floor, Abhimanyu scooped me up in his arms. My heart skipped a beat, and I gasped softly. “I can stand, Abhi,” I protested, half-heartedly.
He looked down at me, his eyes filled with determination and love. “I know, but you won’t,” he said, his voice firm yet filled with affection. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his heartbeat against mine. It was comforting, grounding me in the moment.
As he carried me through the hallway, all eyes turned toward us. People stared, some whispering, others trying to capture the moment with their phones, but the bodyguards kept them at bay. I felt a mix of embarrassment and joy. “Abhi, everyone is watching,” I whispered, feeling my cheeks heat up.
He glanced at me, smirking playfully before licking his lips. “So? I’m your husband. Let them see who you belong to, who I belong to. Let them know who owns my heart, who rules me, whose property I am , who is the owner of this heart ” His voice was rich with pride and possessiveness, and his words sent a surge of warmth through me.
“Babyyyy, stop it,” I whined, hiding my face against his chest, my cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “I can’t stop showing my love for you,” he whispered, his voice filled with adoration. My heart fluttered at his words, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re insane,” I teased, but my heart was full.
“In your love? Yes, jaan, I’m completely insane, I am mad in your love ” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. When we reached the car, he didn’t put me down. Instead, he sat with me in his lap, holding me close. I rested my head against his chest, feeling safe, cherished. “Baby, I can sit on the seat,” I said softly, though I secretly loved the closeness.
He chuckled, pulling me even closer. “I know, my love. But don’t you feel more loved when you’re in my arms? Our closeness, you sitting in my lap—it’s my need, my first priority. I want to hold you every chance I get.”
I looked up at him, speechless, my heart overflowing with emotion. I pressed the partition button, closing us off from the world. Leaning in, I captured his lips in a soft kiss. He was momentarily stunned but quickly deepened the kiss, pulling me closer. Our lips moved in sync, a gentle yet passionate dance that spoke of love, desire, and an unspoken promise of forever.
We broke apart, breathless and smiling, and he stroked my cheek tenderly. “Baby, rest now,” he murmured, his voice gentle and soothing. I nodded, burying my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent. The car ride was smooth, and I felt the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat beneath me. It was all I needed.
Suddenly, the car slowed to a stop. I peeked out of the window and saw an ice cream stall. My eyes widened, and excitement bubbled up inside me. I turned to Abhimanyu, who had his eyes closed, looking lost in thought. I gently poked his chest and said in a soft, cute voice, “Babyyy…”
He opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow at me. “What is it, jaan?” he asked, his voice softening as he saw the sparkle in my eyes.
“Ice cream!” I pointed to the stall eagerly, my voice filled with a childlike glee. Abhimanyu looked at me in disbelief, then his expression turned stern, his concern obvious. “No, baby, you can’t have it. Not now.”
I pouted, giving him my best puppy eyes. “Please, Abhi. I’m craving it,” I said, my voice pleading and filled with longing.
“Nooo,” Abhimanyu’s voice was firm, but I wasn’t about to give up so easily. I set my jaw, determination flaring in my eyes as I pouted angrily. “Then I won’t eat anything else,” I declared stubbornly, crossing my arms and turning away, trying to keep my resolve despite the teasing glimmer in his eyes.
He looked at me, his expression shifting to one of shock and amusement, a mix of frustration and helpless adoration evident on his face. “This is blackmailing!” he complained, his voice laced with mock annoyance, though his lips twitched at the corners.
I couldn’t help but smile, flashing him a mischievous grin. “Thanks!” I replied, savoring the small victory. He sighed deeply, rolling his eyes, but the fondness never left his gaze. His voice softened, though still edged with reluctant acceptance. “Okay, fine, but only from our restaurant,” he finally conceded.
I blinked, slightly confused. “Do you own restaurants too?” I asked, genuinely curious and a little surprised by the revelation.
He nodded, his smile filled with pride and a touch of mystery. “Yes, baby. We own restaurants too,” he said, his voice a mix of casual confidence and hidden layers of his world that I was still discovering.
The car pulled into a private parking lot, and as the driver started to leave, I quickly interrupted, my excitement bubbling over. “Wait!” I called out, leaning forward eagerly. I couldn’t contain my giddiness as I rattled off my order, my eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Get choco-chip ice cream, a truffle cake, and some chocolate donuts. And bring the ice cream here first!” I said, my voice filled with childlike excitement.
Abhimanyu shot me a playful but exasperated look, his eyebrows arching in amused disbelief. “Go,” he instructed the driver, then turned back to me with a sigh, his tone shifting to one of gentle reprimand. “Jaan, we only talked about ice cream,” he reminded, trying to keep a stern expression but failing as his lips curled into a smile.
I giggled, shrugging innocently. “Humne thodi baat aur badha di,” I teased, my eyes twinkling. He laughed softly, shaking his head at my antics, and his voice became more tender, almost pleading as he leaned closer, cupping my cheek. “Jaan, thoda thoda khayengi aap, okay? Just a little bit, for me?”
( I added more )
( love you will eat only a small portion of it )
Before I could protest or agree, a soft knock interrupted us. A waiter appeared with a bowl of ice cream, and my eyes widened with pure joy. “Ice cream!” I exclaimed, my voice filled with happiness that made Abhimanyu chuckle. I reached for the bowl, but before I could grab it, he gently intercepted.
“Let me feed you,” he said softly, his voice a blend of care and quiet authority that made my heart flutter. He took the spoon, scooping a small bite and bringing it to my lips with such tenderness that my breath hitched. As the cold, creamy sweetness touched my tongue, a soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips. The taste was heavenly, but it was his loving gaze that made it even sweeter.
Abhimanyu watched me intently, his eyes sparkling with adoration, savoring every reaction of mine. He kept feeding me, his movements gentle, but I noticed he wasn’t eating himself. I paused, looking up at him with curiosity. “You won’t eat?” I asked, my voice soft, eyes searching his.
He smiled, the kind that melted my heart, filled with so much affection it almost hurt. “No, jaan,” he replied simply, his voice low and sincere.
I tilted my head, puzzled. “Are you allergic?” I asked, genuinely concerned why he would deny himself something so simple and sweet.
He chuckled softly, shaking his head as if amused by my concern. “No, jaan,” he said again, his voice gentle. I scooped a bit of ice cream, determined to share the joy, and playfully pushed it towards his lips. He tasted it, his brows furrowing slightly in thought, then he looked at me with a smirk that sent a shiver through me. “Jaan, this ice cream is delicious, but when you feed me… it tastes like heaven. Still, it’s nothing compared to the sweetness you have in your body.”
“Abhi!” I exclaimed, feeling my cheeks flush under his gaze. His words wrapped around me like a warm embrace, making my heart race. I tried to look away, embarrassed by how easily he could make me blush, but he cupped my chin, turning me back to him.
“What? I’m just speaking the truth,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. His gaze flickered down to my lips, where a smear of ice cream lingered. Mischief danced in his eyes, and before I could react, he took a little ice cream on his finger, teasingly smearing it over my lips.
He pulled me closer, his touch firm yet gentle, and captured my lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. The taste of the ice cream mixed with our kiss, cool and sweet, contrasted with the heat building between us. Our lips moved together, a soft, languid dance of affection and passion. His hands cradled my face, pulling me deeper, and I could feel the smile against my lips as he tasted both the ice cream and me.
The kiss left me breathless, my senses reeling. When we finally pulled apart, his lips brushed against mine one last time before he whispered, “Now that’s a better ice cream.”
I chuckled, my heart fluttering, and he joined in, our laughter mingling with the lingering sweetness. We continued to share the ice cream, feeding each other slowly, each bite a small celebration of our closeness.
The driver soon returned, placing the other items in the car. I finished my ice cream, feeling content and utterly loved. I snuggled back into Abhimanyu’s chest, feeling his arms wrap protectively around me, his warmth enveloping me. As the car began moving again, I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his comforting scent.
The rhythmic hum of the engine, combined with the soft beat of his heart beneath my ear, lulled me into a sense of peace. I felt his fingers gently stroking my hair, his touch soothing and filled with affection. My eyelids grew heavy, and before long, I slipped into a deep, restful slumber, safe in the arms of the man who made my world so beautifully complete.
ABHIMANYU’S POV
As we reached home, I felt the soft rise and fall of Shivuu's breathing against my chest; she was still fast asleep, nestled securely in my arms. Not wanting to wake her, I carefully carried her towards the haveli. As we arrived at the gate, I saw my entire family gathered there, holding an aarti ki thaal, their faces lighting up with warm smiles. But the moment they noticed Shivnya peacefully asleep, a hush fell over them, and Dadi stepped forward to perform the aarti with a tender smile on his face.
The gentle ringing of the bell and the soft murmur of prayers seemed to stir Shivnya. Her eyes fluttered open, still drowsy and unaware of her surroundings. Slowly, her gaze shifted from me to the circle of smiling faces around us. Her eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks. As everyone began to giggle softly, she whispered to me, her voice low and urgent, "Abhi, utariye hume neeche..."
( Abhi put me down )
I couldn't help but chuckle, leaning closer to whisper back, "Don't you remember what I told you in the car?" Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she rolled her eyes, closing them in embarrassment. Before either of us could say anything more, Tanmay shouted with a mischievous grin, "Bhabhi, don't worry! We got used to all this on your wedding day itself!"
A burst of laughter rippled through the crowd. I couldn't suppress my grin, casting a playful look at Shivuu, who shot a sharp glare at Tanmay, her brows knitting in mock annoyance. Dadi intervened, smiling warmly, "Acha, ab sab chup! Humein humare bachon ki nazar utarne do." She gently waved chillies over us, her face glowing with affection, murmuring prayers to ward off the evil eye, and finally stepping aside to let us enter.
( okay !! Now all be quite!! Let me take off the evil eye from my kids )
As the driver brought in the bags, Mom noticed the stack of snack boxes and bags and raised an eyebrow. "What is all this?" she asked with a mix of curiosity and amusement. I looked down at Shivuu, still cradled in my arms, trying to hold back a laugh as she sent a withering look my way.
"Actually, Maa," I began, struggling to keep a straight face, "your bahu had some cravings, so I had to make sure she got everything she wanted."
Mom's face softened into a gentle smile. "Okay, okay," she said with a nod, "but from now on, no more fast food, only a healthy diet. Abhimanyu, take her to the room; she must be tired."
I nodded and turned towards the stairs, feeling Shivnya shift slightly in my arms. She mumbled softly, almost under her breath, "Maa, aapke bete humein chalne denge toh thakenge na, yeh toh utar hi nahi rahe hain."
( mom , I will get tired only if he lets me walk, right? He is not letting me walk only )
A deep chuckle escaped my lips as I began to climb the stairs, and I whispered teasingly, "Biwi ji, humare bas chale toh puri zindagi aapko zameen par kadam bhi na rakhne dein, hamesha apne paas rakhenge, apne seene se laga kar."
( "Wife, if it were up to me, I would never let you set foot on the ground your entire life. I would always keep you close, held against my heart." )
Her face flushed a brilliant red, and she quickly turned her head, avoiding my gaze, pretending to look anywhere but at me. Her flustered expression only made me smile wider, a warmth spreading in my chest.
When we finally reached our room, I gently laid her down on the bed, making sure she was comfortable. She sighed, relaxing into the pillows, and I couldn't help but brush a stray lock of hair from her face, my fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary.
Her eyes fluttered shut again, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I leaned in close, my voice tender, "Anything for you, jaan."
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