26. My love bite 💖

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As I lay there, thoughts swirling in my mind, I couldn't hold back the words that slipped past my lips—

"Kyun jaana chahti ho humse door, aap?" (Why do you want to go away from me?)

Silence followed.

I waited.

Maybe she was too lost in her dreams, too far from the edge of consciousness to hear me. A part of me hoped she would respond, even if just in a whisper. But the quiet stretched on, and with each passing second, my hopes crumbled a little more.

I sighed, resigning myself to the emptiness of an unanswered question, and let my eyes flutter shut.

And then—

Like a delicate melody, her voice broke through the silence, brushing against my senses like a soft breeze.

I froze.

"Aap door mat jao na... safe feel hota hai... comfort zone ban chuke ho aap... cute ho na... isiliye... magar pata nahi aapke mann mein kya hota hai, samajh hi nahi aata..." (Don’t go away… I feel safe with you… You’ve become my comfort zone… You’re cute, that’s why… But I don’t know what goes on in your mind, I just can’t understand...)

Every single word she spoke carved itself deeper into me, marking my heart with her presence. Her grip on me tightened, her warmth seeping through, setting my senses ablaze.

I stayed still, waiting.

Waiting for her hold to loosen, for the fire within me to subside so I could slip away and take a cold shower.

This girl—first, she made me do things I had never even imagined in my life.

And now, she’s saying things I never thought I would ever hear.

What an exceptional piece of existence she is.

As she didn’t move an inch, I had no choice but to sleep like that—trapped in her warmth, in her grip, in the chaos she unknowingly created within me.

Only this little girl had the power to make me feel this way…

To make a man like me lose control over himself.

It wasn’t a small thing, after all.

—

My eyes fluttered open when I felt her slipping away from my arms.

Blinking through the haze of sleep, I caught a glimpse of her face—worried, lost in thoughts so deep that she didn’t even notice me watching.

And before I could say anything, before I could reach out—

She vanished from my sight.

SIYA S POV

I didn’t even realize how long I had been asleep on the sofa. The whole room felt still, time slipping away without my notice. But one thing I was damn sure about—the dream I just had, of someone carrying me so gently, was straight out of my books.

Too fictional. Too delusional.

Bas, kaash aisa kuch real life mein bhi hota… (If only something like this happened in real life too...)

Hayee, yeh mere nadaan khwab… (Oh, these naive dreams of mine…)

But before I could drift deeper into my dreamy haze, someone—some ruthless, heartless insaan (person)—had the audacity to interrupt my sleep. A harsh jolt, shaking me awake as if my peaceful slumber was a crime.

Excuse me? My cute sleeping face, my innocent rest—completely ignored?! The nerve!

Only for me to open my eyes after some time and realize that I was still in my room. But before I could think any further, my gaze landed on a plate of pani puri…

Hayee, kaash yeh sapna sach hota… (Oh, if only this dream were real…) I thought to myself as the realization slowly hit me.

And just to be sure—just to check whether this was a dream or reality—I shouted.

Only to realize that it was freaking real!

Aaj hi toh Veer bhaiya se kaha tha… (I had just told Veer bhaiya today…)

Lagta hai aaj unse jo keh diya, sab mil jata… (Looks like whatever I asked from him today, I got it all…)

But before I could acknowledge more about the situation—or the sound coming from my bathroom—someone came running straight in my direction and hugged me hard.

For the first few seconds, I was completely confused. My mind scrambled to make sense of what was happening. And then… I realized.

This cartoon, covered in a towel, was none other than Hukkum Sa.

He was holding me so tightly that even breathing felt impossible.

I shut my eyes, trying to absorb the emotions rising inside me.

Only for him to break the hug—yet still holding me firmly by the waist—as I stood literally on the bed. His grip was strong, steady, as if he feared that if he let go, I would slip away like sand between his fingers.

I felt his intense gaze on me, as if he was examining every inch of my face, searching for something—perhaps reassurance that I was truly in front of him, unharmed. The way his hands slightly trembled against my waist told me more than his words ever could.

It’s embarrassing to admit, but the truth remains—I still don’t fully reach his head. Even while standing on the bed, my height barely matched his shoulders. Hukkum Sa, with his towering frame and powerful presence, made me feel so small, so delicate, yet so… protected.

Before I could even open my eyes or say anything, he pulled me into his embrace again—this time, even tighter. But unlike before, I wasn’t completely lost in confusion. I could feel the desperation in his hold, the silent fear in the way he clutched me as if trying to convince himself that I was real.

And then, his voice—deep, filled with worry—echoed in my ears, his breath warm against my skin.

"Rani Sa… Rani Sa… aap thik hai? Aapko kuchh hua to nahi? Aap kuchh kahe kyu nahi rahi?"

("Rani Sa… Rani Sa… are you okay? Did something happen to you? Why aren’t you saying anything?")

The urgency in his voice, the way it quivered just slightly, sent a shiver down my spine.

I thought to myself, "Arey mere nadaan Hukkum, kuch bolne toh do… khud hi sab assume karoge kya?" (Oh, my naive Hukkum, at least let me speak… are you just going to assume everything on your own?)

An idea sparked in my mind, and before I could overthink, I acted on impulse. I pinched his abs—hard enough to snap him out of whatever storm was raging inside him.

And my God!—his abs were cool to the touch, yet rock solid.

Kasam bhagwan ki, body kataihi kadak hai! (Swear to God, his body is absolutely chiseled!)

The moment my fingers pressed against his firm muscles, a slight jolt ran through him, and finally—finally—he loosened his grip, releasing me from his suffocating yet strangely comforting embrace.

I barely managed to catch my breath, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to regain composure.

"Bhai, kya insaan hai… dil laga ke jaan lenge!" (Man, what kind of person is he… he’ll love with all his heart and take your life with it!)

"Lagta hai..."

Still, his questions started firing before I could even breathe properly. His voice was laced with urgency, his words rushing out as if he couldn't afford a single second of silence.

I didn't understand the sudden change in his behavior. Just moments ago, he was hugging me as if I would disappear, and now—this interrogation?

I lifted my gaze, my breath still uneven, and looked at his face—tense, sharp, intense. His brows were slightly furrowed, his jaw clenched, and his eyes… they held something unspoken, something deep.

Between the ragged breaths, I finally managed to say, "Hukkum Sa, saans toh lene dijiye… tabhi toh kuchh bataenge na." ("Hukkum Sa, at least let me breathe… only then will I be able to say something.")

At last, he stepped back slightly, giving me a little space, but his gaze—oh, his hard-core eye contact—was relentless.

And it was making me restless.

Still locked in his captivating gaze, I took a deep breath and finally explained—about my love for pani puri.

A small smile tugged at my lips. I didn’t even know why, but at this moment, I just felt… happy.

With that warmth settling inside me, I took a step back and sat on the bed, letting myself relax.

And then—after unknowingly admiring my eklauta, unchaha pati (my one and only unwanted husband)—my hands instinctively went to my waist, still feeling the lingering pressure of his grip.

With a slight huff, I muttered, "Aapne toh jaan hi nikal di thi… itne zor se kaun hug karta hai?" ("You almost took my life… who hugs this tightly?!")

And then, as he ran his hands through his hair—by God… hey Ram ji! Kis karm ka fal de rahe ho mujhe?! (Oh God, what kind of past deeds am I being rewarded for?!) I thought to myself, completely dazed.

My gaze, as if drawn by some unseen force, slowly trailed from his face… down to his neck… to his Adam’s apple, which bobbed slightly as he swallowed.

Damn.

My mouth suddenly felt dry.

I gulped, my eyes tracing lower—his chest, broad and sculpted, bulky and undeniably full of protein. His abs—lovely. Every ridge, every cut, carved to perfection.

And then—my love bite.

Bhale hi pinch ho, magar mark toh hai na… (Even if it was just a pinch, the mark is still there…)

A wave of something warm and thrilling rushed through me.

Wow.

I felt as if heaven itself was walking closer to me, step by step.

I was so utterly lost in his ANG (charm, presence, power)—his sheer existence pulling me in like gravity—that for a moment, I almost forgot about his parstuti (his current state).

Because, let's be honest…

A towel-covered Hukkum Sa, standing there with messy hair, sharp eyes, and a body straight out of a warrior’s tale?

Kaun bhala yaad rakhega ki woh kis halat mein khada hai? (Who would even remember what state he's in?)

As he slowly lifted my chin, for a moment, my brain screamed, "WTF?!" But I quickly composed myself and replied with my usual confidence.

"And mai jhooth nahi bolti…" (And I don’t lie…)

I tilted my head, raising a brow at him before continuing,

"Agar koi tumhare saamne chocolate rakhe, toh kya karoge? Batao? Khaaoge na?" (If someone puts a chocolate in front of you, what will you do? Tell me? You’ll eat it, right?)

I took a deep breath and crossed my arms, challenging him,

"Toh phir mai apne… unwanted hubby… ko bina kapdon ke sirf towel mein kyun nahi dekh sakti?!" (Then why can’t I look at my… unwanted hubby… without clothes, just in a towel?!)

The moment the words left my mouth, my own thoughts betrayed me.

What am I even thinking?! No, no, Siya—you cannot be this nirlaj (shameless) in front of your husband!

I shook my head, mentally slapping myself as I quickly broke our intense eye contact and turned my gaze toward my first love—pani puri.

Yes, pani puri. The safest, most beautiful distraction in my life.

Clearing my throat, I playfully told him to change his clothes—basically, to wear something!

And the way he nodded—smooth, effortless, like he owned the world—made my heart stutter for a second.

I can be his slave for this…

No, no! What am I even thinking?!

What has gotten into my mind today?! It must be because I haven’t written anything in so long… ussi ka asar hai! (That’s the effect of it!)

As he left, I finally shifted properly on the bed, stretching a little to shake off the lingering sleep. My hands instinctively reached for my phone, and the moment I saw the time—

Night?!

WTH?! I slept the whole day?!

My eyes widened in shock. No wonder my stomach was growling like a bhukasur (hungry demon).

"Wah… isiliye aaj bhook bhi alag level ki lag rahi hai." (Wow… that’s why I’m feeling hungry like crazy today!)

That was the only thought running through my mind until my gaze accidentally landed on my wallpaper—

His picture.

For a moment, my thoughts halted.

"Itna bhi bura nahi hai…" ("He’s not that bad…")

Only this single thought slipped through my heart before my mind could protest.

I was still smiling, lost in thoughts about him, when he suddenly entered the room.

Oh no.

I quickly prayed in my mind, "God, please don’t let him know I was thinking about him!"

Trying to act casual, I shifted my focus back to my first and truest love—pani puri.

I took my seat on the sofa, my admiration for this plate of pure happiness now turning into hawas (desperation). I really wanted to eat it.

Just as I was about to take a cute, satisfying bite—

A DANAV INTERRUPTED.

Like… KIIUUUU?!?!?!? (WHY?!?!?)

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t.

I turned to him, demanding an explanation, but—no response.

Inka brain sach mein hang hota hai! (His brain really hangs sometimes!)

Ram kasam, sometimes this man just pauses like a glitching computer!

After a few seconds of waiting for his system to reboot, I finally asked, "Kya hua?" ("What happened?")

And damn—my voice came out weird.

Like a sad, starving mahebuba (beloved) who hadn’t eaten in sadiyon se (ages).

And when I asked again, instead of replying, he silently placed a plate full of dinner in front of me.

I frowned instantly.

"Nahi khana bhai mujhe! Kyu dikhare ho?! Jab dekho bas apni chalaate ho!"

("I don’t want to eat! Why are you showing me this?! You always do whatever you want!")

I crossed my arms, my pani puri dreams shattering right before my eyes.

Frustrated, I asked him once again, "Kya hua?"

And then… his reply made me cry.

Almost without realizing, my eyes welled up, and for the first time, I almost cried in front of him.

But what caught me off guard even more—was him.

The way his eyes shone after seeing me on the verge of tears—like he had just won something.

No… no, I can’t say anything.

Because after all, he’s a king.

And if he’s the Hukkum, then obviously, he will have his way.

I thought to myself—let’s plead one last time.

Kya pata, pehli baar kuch maanga tha toh shaadi kar li thi… iss baar shayad pani puri khaane de de!

(Who knows? Last time I asked for something, I ended up getting married… maybe this time, he’ll at least let me eat pani puri!)

But na…

Ye toh aaj kasam kha ke aaye hain—ki iss chhoti si nanhi si bachhi ko dinner khilakar hi rahenge. (This man has sworn that he will force-feed this poor little child today!)

Before my bhuka dimag (hungry brain) could come up with another plan—

He held both my hands.

Ek toh pehle se hi ek haath ka dhama tha, ab doosra bhi pakad liya?! (First, he had already trapped me, and now, he caught my other hand too?!)

Kaisi zabardasti hai yeh?! (What kind of forcefulness is this?!)

And finally… after what felt like an epic battle, he made me finish the entire plate.

Haan, matlab bohot saara khud bhi khaya! (Yeah, I mean, he ate a lot too!)

But…

I was happy—because at the end of the day, he finally let me eat my true love—Pani Puri.

As I was happily enjoying my true love, I suddenly felt someone’s nazar (gaze).

And who else could it be? Mr. Unknown himself.

I raised an eyebrow at him and, out of sheer generosity, offered him a piece of my precious pani puri.

And this man… this man dared to deny it.

"Bhai, mujhe?! SIYA SHARMA ko mana kar rahe ho?!"

(Excuse me?! You’re rejecting SIYA SHARMA?!)

[NOT THE READERS CORRECTING HER NAME.]

So, without wasting another second, I shoved the pani puri straight into his mouth.

And just as I was about to enjoy the sight of him tasting the spicy flavors,

Something got stuck in my throat.

I instantly stood up, coughing, as he started rubbing my back and offered me water.

But for some reason, I didn’t drink it.

Still, after a while, I finally stabilized.

And then…

His soft voice touched my ears.

Automatically, my heart whispered—

"SUKOON." (Peace.)

The moment he said my name—"Siya."

My entire focus shifted to him.

I slowly moved the water from his hand, looked him in the eye, and said—

"Aapne pehli baar humaar naam liya." (You said my name for the first time.)

He smiled, but before he could say or do more, I realized—

His hands were still on my back.

But before I could point it out—he started coughing.

Meri pani puri ka asar, huh?

Quickly, I made him drink water and tried my best to rub his back, just like he did for me.

And then…

We both just ended up laughing.

Because, honestly—

SUKOON KAHAN H?!

USME!!!! (Where’s the peace?! IT’S IN HIM!!!)

Sorry yrra's for being late

Love you all 💗

SUkriya ji 😌