27. Harassing

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I don't even know after how many days— after that summer fair day in Rajasthan—I am laughing freely like this.

Everything feels light as we both sit back in our own places.

But even now, I can see it.

His eyes… still holding those tears.

I felt bad, maybe it was really too spicy for him.

I apologized, but let’s be honest—

I didn’t really want to.

Like, come on—it was just a little spicy pani puri, not a big deal!

But at the end of the day…

I’m happy that we’re happy.

; Shayad ye kadam (Maybe these steps)

Sahi disha pr h (are in the right direction)

Sanam Teri Kasam (Swearing on our love)

[ NOT THE AUTHOR DANCING AFTER WRITING THESE LINES. ]

As we composed ourselves, my eyes landed on him—just when he was about to clean the mess we created.

But God knows—which fictional character's soul entered into him today?!

Because he was giving me ALL the green signals—CLEARLY.

He softly, yet still maintaining his cold demeanor, replied—

"Humare hote aap kaise kar sakti hain, Hukum Rani Sa?" (How can you do this when I am here, my Queen?)

And here I am—DEAD.

Bhagwan, sach batao, mazak to nahi chal raha na ye? (God, be honest, this isn’t a joke, right?)

HOW can someone be this much of a green flag?!

HOW?!

He is literally husband material.

Ek sundar si fiction apsara dhoond ke byaah karwa doon lag raha hai inka. (Feels like I should find him a beautiful fictional fairy and get him married.)

Only to realize…

Mujhe kya?!

Khud byah karke baithi hoon! (I am already married to him, you idiot!)

Dhakkan.

With that utterly ridiculous thought still lingering in my head, I watched him walk toward the kitchen, taking the plates with him. Haye Bhagwan, kitna sanskaari pati diya hai mujhe. (Oh God, what a well-mannered husband I have been given.)

Meanwhile, I decided it was time to change—this saree was cool and all, but comfort over everything.

Not that I don’t love sarees—because I absolutely do.

Not in the "ghar ki bahu" (traditional daughter-in-law) way, though.

It’s just… I genuinely love sarees as a piece of clothing.

The elegance, the grace, the way they drape around the body—uff, mesmerizing.

And maybe, just maybe, someone might be just as mesmerized seeing me in one.

Only for me to come back…

And as my eyes landed on the bed—

Hukkum…?!

What is he doing?

In all these days, he has never—never ever— tried to come close to me. Not even dared to say those "pati ka haqq" (husband’s right) kind of things.

Then why… why is he sleeping here today?

Ummmm…

I stood there, watching him, a hundred thoughts running in my mind.

I slowly walked closer, expecting that maybe, just maybe, my presence would make him open his eyes, look at me, say something, anything.

But no.

Not even a single sign of consciousness.

Not a stir, not a twitch—just deep, unbothered sleep.

Is he really asleep?

I wondered, observing the slow rise and fall of his chest.

And his body—oh, what a figure he has, bro!

No, no, Siya—apne sage pati ki izzat ka soch! (Think about the dignity of your own husband!)

Mannnn, this is dangerous territory.

But his eyelashes—wow!

How can they be so long and thick? Jet black, perfectly curled… just like in those novels I read.

And that sharp, well-shaped beard, adding the perfect ruggedness to his royal face.

Those tiny earrings in his ears—awww!

How can someone look this cute while sleeping?

And unknowingly—no, knowingly—I reached out, my fingers itching to touch his cheek, just once.

But before I could—

He caught me.

Not just my hand—he held me.

For a second, my heart skipped a beat.

And before I could even process what was happening—

He pulled me straight into his arms.

Siya—shocked!

Siya ka pati—rocked!

That’s the only trending thing running in my mind right now!

His strong arms wrapped around my waist, his grip firm yet gentle.

I could feel his breath on my neck, warm and steady, syncing perfectly with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

It was as if... his heart was singing a lullaby, melting mine in the process.

But his touch— soft, calm, yet so commanding.

Kaisa pati diya hai, Bhagwan! (What kind of husband have you given me, God!), I thought.

But the very next second—regret hit me.

"No, no! Sorry, Bhagwan ji! Mera woh matlab nahi tha!" (That’s not what I meant!)

I mean, my husband is absolutely perfect.

Handsome? Check.

Charming? Check.

Looks straight out of a fictional romance novel? Check.

A full package—maal ekdum!

BUT—if only he spoke a little more!

Bas Bhagwan ji, thoda baat bhi kar lete na, toh maan jati ki aapki choice bilkul perfect hai! (If he talked a little more, I would have fully accepted that your choice is flawless!).

But hold on—what is he even doing here at this time?!

Yeh banda aisa kabse hone laga?

I hesitated a thousand times before finally mustering the courage to ask.

Today, he looked exhausted.

Tired in a way I had never seen before.

"Why? For whom does he work so tirelessly, pushing himself beyond limits every single day?"

I wanted to ask, but the words never left my lips.

Instead, I settled for a simpler question—one that still carried the weight of my thoughts.

"Aap yahi soenge?" (Will you sleep here?)

Finally, I asked.

And without a second’s hesitation, his reply came—"Ji."

Just one word.

A soft, simple affirmation, yet it echoed loudly in my ears.

Before I could even process it, our bodies collided, drawn even closer.

And in that moment—my heartbeat soared, rising higher and higher, almost deafening.

I tried to compose myself. Tried to keep my breath steady.

But as I looked at his face, at those serene yet tired features...

I don’t even remember when sleep took over.

.

.

.

.

After some hours of sleep, my eyes slowly fluttered open, only to find him lying right in front of me.

His face was bathed in the dim light of dawn, his features relaxed, and a faint, soft smile lingering on his lips. Despite the peacefulness in his expression, his grip on me hadn’t loosened.

"How cute..."

I didn’t know what was happening.

Why was my heart beating like this?

Why was I unable to fall asleep again?

I tossed and turned in my mind, thinking about ten thousand different things, trying to lull myself back into slumber.

But nothing worked.

And then—**bored and slightly hungry—**my gaze drifted downward.

It landed on his abs.

...Oh.

.

.

.

I tried hard, really hard, but sleep just wouldn’t come.

So, I started tracing small patterns over his chest, feeling the warmth of his body seep into my fingertips.

He felt so real. So present.

And in that moment, I realized—

I am lucky.

Lucky to live in the same space as him.

Lucky to exist in his presence.

"I just love..."

Wait. No. Think, Siya.

It’s not love.

It’s attachment.

Yes.

That’s it.

Attachment.

I’m getting attached to him because of his presence.

Because of his care.

Yupppp! I am right!

It’s just attachment.

Ha! Or kya ho sakta hai? (Yes! What else could it be?)

Haan, Siya, it’s just attachment!

But… isn’t attachment the second stage of falling in love?

First, I was attracted to him…

And now…

No. No. No.

Siya, what are you thinking?!

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

Nooooooooooooo!

What’s happening to me?

I looked at him again. Still sleeping.

Like seriously?!

How could he sleep so peacefully when I was going through a whole Bollywood-style realization crisis?!

Unbelievable.

Annoyed, I placed my palm flat on his chest and pushed—not too hard, but enough to feel the solidness of his body under my touch.

"Uth jao! (Wake up!)"

As if… as if pushing his chest hard enough could drill through it and pull his heart out, just so I could check—

Is he feeling the same?

Or is it just me…?

"Aruhhhhhhh!!!"

Oh God! This man is making me go crazy!

I have never, ever thought about something like this before, then why today?!

Why does my mind feel like a messy Bollywood monologue right now?

Before I could find an answer, my subconscious mind mocked me.

"Siya, are you correcting yourself… or just convincing yourself that it’s attachment?"

Ughhh!

Shut up, brain!

I refuse to fall for him.

As I was lost in my chaotic thoughts, suddenly, I felt the warmth of his soft pink lips on my temple.

A kiss.

A simple, feather-light touch… yet it sent my thoughts spiraling into pure madness.

I kept tracing random patterns on his chest, pretending like his every breath fanning against my skin wasn’t making me lose myself completely.

But before I could gather my senses, his deep, calm voice reached my ears.

"Aapko neend nahi aayi?" (You couldn’t sleep?)

Wait… not a 'Good morning'?

Did he… did he already know I wasn’t sleeping?

Startled, I looked up, my eyes locking onto his.

For a few long seconds, I just stared, first confirming if I was even awake…

Or was I dreaming all of this?

But this man… he always composed me, conquered me—not with words, not with force, but just one single glance.

In that moment, the world around us felt silent.

As if he was the only one here.

As if everyone else simply ceased to exist.

Just us.

No one else.

Only him and me.

A soft sigh left my lips as I finally pieced together the beautiful chaos of my thoughts into one poetic moment for him… for his presence, his existence, his very being.

But words—words had always been my best companion.

And today, they betrayed me.

Because after a continuous battle inside my head, the only thing I managed to say was—

"Vo…umm… voh hume kuchh khana h…"

(Uh… I… I want to eat something…)

And the way his face reacted… the way he looked at me…

It made me question everything.

Did I even say the right words?

Or did I just blurt out something completely bizarre?

But no! I trusted my ears. I didn’t even say anything shameless this time!

Then why was he looking at me like that?!

As I was lost in my own chaotic thoughts, completely unaware of my expressions, I suddenly snapped back to reality—only to find him smiling.

Wait… smiling?

And saying something about my sleepy face…

Only then did I realize—he had actually asked me something.

And in a moment of pure instinct, I immediately nodded like an obedient kid and replied,

"Bilkul bhi nahi!"

(Not at all!)

And he laughed.

…Laughed.

Like—seriously?!

Did I crack a joke or what?

Because this same khadoos, arrogant, expressionless man who walks around like some living statue of seriousness is now laughing at my words?

How?!

I swear, if people saw him like this, they’d be convinced it’s not him—it’s his imposter!

And just as I was about to overthink this even more, he reached out for something—

A moment later, the sudden harsh rays from his phone’s screen hit my eyes.

Ugh.

Without thinking, I instantly hid my face in his arms.

And then—his next question irritated me to the core.

"Itni subah khana?"

(Eating this early?)

Like—seriously?!

Does hunger come with a schedule or what?

When you feel hungry, you eat. Simple. End of discussion.

But no—Mr. Unknown had to question my very existence at this moment.

I stared at him like a predator eyeing its prey.

Here I am, starving, and instead of feeding me, this man is questioning my life choices?!

How rude.

As I prepared to attack and devour him alive for his nonsense, he quickly rephrased his words—

"I meant, eating this early isn’t good for health."

"Broooo— staying hungry isn’t good for health either, now what?!"

Before my subconscious mind could mock me further about my questionably unwanted husband, my brain latched onto one single word—

"BABY."

Did he just call me BABY?!

Wait, hold on. Is this even my husband?

My husband is supposed to be a decent, sanskaari, shareef man... Who is this???

'Baby'?! Haan, not bad.

But at the end of the day—

These eyes, this dominance—he is not letting me go anywhere.

"Oh, my poor little brain."

This man is mentally harassing me.

Because of him, I have to think this much.

And if my tiny, overworked brain stops functioning,

He will be the first person I kill.

But for now, I had no choice.

I had to butter him up.

"Hukkum sa..."

I tried to coat my voice with as much sugar as humanly possible.

And finally—after two minutes of intense eye pleading—

He woke up.

But what I saw next—

was absolutely unbelievable.

SUkriya ji love you all ❤️

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