AYUSHMAN'S P.O.V
I approached her, the necklace glinting in my hand. Arohi's eyes clouded with confusion, her gaze darting between me and the delicate chain. "By this?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
"What? By this necklace?"she began, her tone incredulous. "It's just a mereโ"
But I wouldn't let her finish. My voice cut in, low and urgent.
"It's not just a necklace, Arohi. It's a tracker, a gift from my father to my mother. When my father ruled, there were many who sought to harm us. This necklace ensured that my mother's safety was always within reach."
"Thanks to God that you were also wearing this necklace otherwise I wouldn't find you...."My eyes locked onto hers, the weight of my words sinking in.
Arohi's expression transformed, understanding dawning on her face. She reached out, her hand enveloping mine. "No problem, I'm here, and I'm okay," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm.
I smiled, relief washing over me. "Time for sleep," I said, rising from the bed.
Arohi's gaze flicked to the clock, her eyes widening in protest. "But it's only 8 o'clock! Yarrr!!!" she exclaimed.
My eyes met hers, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. "So? And what's this yar?" I asked, my tone playful.
Arohi's cheeks flushed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean... umm... your name is too big to spell, and Maa told me not to call you by your name..." Her words trailed off, her eyes downcast.
I sat back down, my voice low and gentle. "Then call me whatever you like. Any nickname, any name that feels right to you."
Arohi's gaze lifted, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she whispered something under her breath.
AROHI'S P.O.V
As I pondered a nickname, a sly smile spread across my face. "Teasebox," I whispered to myself, the infamous moniker I'd bestowed upon him.
But before I could even revel in the secrecy of my thought, Ayushman's voice cut through the air, his tone low and husky.
"Seriously!! Teasebox, you got?" My eyes snapped up, my heart racing with surprise. "How did you...?"
I trailed off, my mind reeling with the impossibility of it all. "Are you a vampire or something, capable of reading my every thought?"
Ayushman's laughter was like a warm breeze on a summer's day, sending shivers down my spine. "No, dear wife," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm no vampire, no mythical creature with the power to read minds. You simply think too loudly, and your face... it's an open book."
My smile faltered, and Ayushman sensed the shift in my mood. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice softening.
"I wished my parents also understand me by just looking at my face" Ayushman hold my hand. "Uh well so tell me what you like to do now?"
I looked up, my eyes locking onto his. "Let's watch a movie," I suggested, my tone light.
Ayushman nodded, his fingers flying across the remote control. The TV flickered to life, and he began searching through the options.
But as the titles flashed on the screen, my eyes widened in surprise. Culpa Mia, 365 Days, Fifty Shades of Grey... the list was a veritable catalog of dark, passionate romances.
"Why are all your movie suggestions like this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ayushman's gaze snapped to mine, his eyes burning with intensity. "You know these movies?" he asked, his tone low and husky.
I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I stumbled over my words. "I mean... I know they exist... but I've never watched them." Ayushman's smirk was like a challenge, a dare to explore the forbidden.
"Then let's watch one together," he whispered, his voice a tantalizing promise.
And with that, the infamous Teasebox Ayushman Suryavanshi was back, his presence igniting a spark within me that threatened to consume us both.
I glared at him, my eyes flashing with mock indignation. With a swift motion, I snatched the pillow from behind me and hurled it at him, exclaiming, "Chii Tharkulla Mafia"
The words hung in the air, a playful insult that only seemed to amuse him.
Ayushman's laughter was infectious, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room.
His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his face lit up with mirth, rendering him even more devastatingly handsome. I couldn't help but laugh along with him.
AYUSHMAN'S P.O.V
As we scrolled through the movie options, I was taken aback by the suggestions. They were a far cry from my usual preferences.
But before I could ponder the anomaly, Arohi's innocent voice cut through the air, "Why are your movie suggestions like this?" I was shocked, my eyes snapping to hers in surprise.
"You know these kinds of movies?" I asked, my tone laced with amusement.
Arohi's face flushed, and she stumbled over her words, "I-I know they exist, but I've never watched them." I couldn't resist teasing her further - My favourite thing to do.
"Then let's watch one together," I suggested, my eyes glinting with mischief.
Arohi's eyes widened, and she hurled her pillow at me, exclaiming, "Chii Tharkulla Mafia!" I burst out laughing.
"How do you know what kind of movies they are if you've never watched them?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
Arohi turned her back on me, her voice dripping with indignation, "Listen, Mr. Tharkulla Teasebox Buddhu Ayushman Suryavanshi, I won't answer to you. I know you're just teasing me." I chuckled, holding up my hands in mock surrender.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop." Arohi shot me a haughty glance, "Hmphhh". I stared at her, my heart skipping a beat. "You know, you look adorable when you're angry."
Arohi's expression softened, and she smiled, "I know I'm cute and adorable" She flips her hair. I smirked, "Oh, now the little bold one is speaking up."
I put on a random movie, and we settled in to watch. But as the minutes ticked by, I felt a gentle weight on my shoulder.
I glanced down to find Arohi fast asleep, her peaceful face a stark contrast to the turmoil that had ravaged her earlier.
I carefully turned off the TV and sat in silence, not wanting to disturb her. But as I shifted her, I noticed a faint bloodstain on the bed sheets.
My heart skipped a beat as I rushed to check her bandages. They were intact, but Arohi was feeling uncomfortable in her sleep and clutched her stomach.
"Arohi, wake up," I whispered gently. She opened her eyes, looking around in confusion. I pointed to the bed sheets, 'Umm well there's blood in bed sheets.'
Arohi's eyes widened, and she stared at me with a horrified expression, her face pale and frightened.
Arohi's eyes pleaded with me, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, go away. Please, I don't want you here."
Her words cracked, and she burst into tears, her body shaking with sobs.
I instinctively reached out, grasping her hands in mine as I sat beside her on the bed. "Arohi, don't cry, please,"
I implored, trying to comfort her. But she jerked her hands away, her eyes wild with distress.
"No, no, don't sit on the bed! You'll get stains too!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anguish.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I ruined your bed sheets, your bed!" Her words tumbled out in a frantic apology, her tears falling like rain.
I ached to hold her, to soothe her pain, but she pushed me away. "Please, just go..." she whispered, her voice cracking.
I hesitated, my heart heavy with sorrow, but I knew I had to leave. I rose from the bed, my eyes locked on hers, and quietly exited the room, leaving behind a trail of tears and heartache.
AROHI'S P.O.V
I drifted off to sleep, unaware of the turmoil brewing within me. A dull ache in my lower abdomen jolted me awake, and I instinctively clutched my stomach.
But it was Ayushman's gentle voice that shattered my slumber, calling me to wakefulness.
As I opened my eyes, my gaze fell upon the bed sheets to find something . Ayushman said, "Well there's some blood stain on the bed sheets" and my heart sank. The crimson stains seemed to mock me, and I felt a wave of horror wash over me.
What...? Did it just happen on the bed?' I stammered, my eyes wide with mortification.
Ayushman's calm demeanor only heightened my distress. I begged him to leave, tears streaming down my face.
"Please, go! Don't stay here!" I pleaded, desperate to escape the humiliation. But Ayushman's attempt to comfort me only made me more anxious.
He pulled his hand away and walked out of the room, leaving me there in silence.
I sat back down on the bed, the pain hitting me all over again. Tears filled my eyes, just like that time before. He promised me he would never hurt me again... so why did he leave?
All those promises, were they just empty words? Maybe promises were always meant to be broken.
I cried harder, my stomach in knots, not knowing what to do. I tried to stand, but my legs gave out and I fell to the floor. Once again, I was all alone.
I ruined a special time by my these problems. I'm just useless. I don't deserve anything happy. Tears were continuosly flowing.
the air, until suddenly, the door creaked open and Ayushman reappeared, his arms laden with packets.
I rubbed my tears away, my vision blurring. Was I hallucinating, or was Ayushman really standing before me, his eyes filled with concern?
I stared, my heart pounding in my chest, as Ayushman approached me, his presence a lifeline in my darkest moment.
Ayushman rushed to my side, gently guiding me to sit on the bed. "What are you doing?" He asked. Meanwhile me was still reeling from the shock of his sudden reappearance.
He thrust the packets into my hands, his eyes locked on mine with a deep concern.
"Go to the washroom, change, and take a refreshing shower. Just be careful not to disturb the cut area, okay?" His voice was low and soothing, a balm to my frazzled nerves.
"And if you need anything, just call me. I'll be right here," he added, his gaze never wavering. I stared at him, my eyes wide with shock and gratitude.
Ayushman glanced at his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, his eyes snapped back to mine, and he said, "What? Why are you waiting? Go to the washroom and take this shirt... you'll feel more comfortable." He handed me a soft, black T-shirt, and I took it, still feeling dazed.
As I stepped into the washroom, I opened the packets and was amazed to find an assortment of pads from various brands.
How did he know? I wondered, feeling a mix of emotions: shock, gratitude, and a hint of embarrassment.
I took a deep breath, shaking off my thoughts. "Let's not waste time," I muttered to myself, "and get fresh."
Thirty minutes passed, and I emerged from the washroom, feeling refreshed and renewed. As I stepped into the room, I was struck by the sight before me.
Ayushman had transformed the space, erasing all evidence of the earlier chaos. The bed sheets were clean and crisp, replaced with a fresh set, and the bed table was spotless.
I cleared my throat to announce my presence, and Ayushman's head snapped up, his eyes locking onto mine.
He froze, his hands suspended in mid-air, as if time itself had stopped. The air was charged with an electric tension, and I felt my heart skip a beat as our gazes met.
Ayushman stepped closer, his hand reaching out to mine. But I recoiled, my voice trembling with emotion.
"No! Don't touch me! I'm impure!" I exclaimed, my eyes welling up with tears.
But Ayushman's gentle fingers silenced me, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
He pressed his fingers to my lips, his voice a soothing whisper. "Shh... You're not impure. This is normal."
He paused, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
"You're the purest soul I've ever known, wife," he whispered, his words dripping with conviction.
My stomach fluttered, a swarm of butterflies โ or perhaps an entire zoo โ erupting within me. I felt my defenses crumble, my heart melting under the warmth of his gaze.
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