Chapter 35 | Her embrace, his safest place

Jab Saanson Me Teri Saansen Ghuli Toh

Phir Sulagne Lage

Ehsaas Mere Mujhse Kehne Lage

Haa Baahon Me Teri Aake Jahaan Do

Yun Simatne Lage

Sailaab Jaise Koi Behne Lage

Khoya Hoon Main Aagosh Mein

Tu Bhi Kahaan Ab Hosh Mein

Makhmali Raat Ki Ho Naa Subah

Be Intehaan, Be-Intehaan

Yun Pyar Kar Be-Inteha

Hmmm...

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I reached near Aahan's office, my heart was racing with anticipation and worry, like a drumbeat in my chest. I got out of my car and approached the building, my mind flooded with thoughts of what could be wrong. It's 9 pm and no one is around but what  was he doing at this time?

The darkness of the night seemed to amplify my fears, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly amiss.

I pressed the button for the lift, and the wait seemed like an eternity. My mind was racing with scenarios, each one more dire than the last. What if Aahan was hurt? What if he was in trouble? What if...? I pushed aside the thoughts and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

When the lift doors finally opened, I felt a surge of nervousness, like a jolt of electricity. I stepped out into the deserted office, my eyes scanning the empty space. The silence was oppressive, and I could feel the weight of my worry bearing down on me.

I pushed open the door to Aahan's cabin, and my heart sank at the sight before me. Aahan was sitting in a chair, covered in blood, his head bleeding, his hand terribly injured, and his chest... his beautiful birthmark was bleeding too. "My poor beautiful mark" I felt a tightness in my chest, like a vice was squeezing my heart. Tears welled up in my eyes as I took in the sight of him, my mind reeling with shock and horror.

But what struck me most was his expression. His eyes were emotionless, empty, and there was no hint of pain on his face. It was as if he was numb, disconnected from the world around him. He was holding a broken piece of mirror in his hand, the glass piercing his palm, but he didn't seem to notice.

He was pointing the glass at Mr. Vihaan, who was standing nearby, holding a syringe. But he didn't let him inject. The scene was surreal, like something out of a nightmare.

I called out to Mr. Vihaan, my voice is shaking with worry. "Mr. Vihaan!" He turned to me, his eyes pleading for help. "Ashika, please do something. He's not in his senses. He's trying to harm himself." But Mr Randhawa didn't even acknowledge my presence. He was lost in his own world, unaware of anything around him.

"What happened to him Mr vihaan." I asked

Mr. Vihaan came to me, his voice low and urgent. "He gets a rage attack and panicked, Ashika. He's out of control. He doesn't even realize what he's doing. Please, you have to make him come to his senses." He handed me a syringe, and I took it, my eyes never leaving Aahan's face. I felt a sense of responsibility washing over me, like I was the only one who could save him.

I listened to Mr. Vihaan's words, but I knew that this was more than just a simple panic attack. There was something deeper going on, something related to Aahan's brain, but I didn't have time to think about that now. My priority was to stop Mr Randhawa from harming himself.

I told Mr. Vihaan to leave, that I would handle Aahan alone. He looked worried, but I reassured him with a soft smile. "He'll never harm his sweetheart, Mr. Vihaan." Mr. Vihaan looked at Aahan, then back at me, and nodded. "Yes, you're right. He would never harm you, Ashika." There was a hint of trust in his voice, and I felt a sense of determination rise up in me.

As Mr. Vihaan left, I turned my attention back to Aahan. He was still sitting in the same position, his eyes empty, his face expressionless. I knew I had to act fast, to bring him back to reality before he hurt himself any further.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest, and began to move towards him, the syringe clutched in my hand. I felt a sense of trepidation, but I knew I had to do this. I had to stop him, no matter what it took.

As Vihaan left the cabin, I approached Aahan, who was now, standing with his back to me, still holding the glass. The dim light in the room casts a shadow on his face, making him almost unrecognizable. I called out to him, my voice soft and gentle, hoping to break through the darkness that seemed to have consumed him. "Mr. Randhawa," I said, but he didn't turn around. I said it again, "Mr. Randhawa, please look at me," but he still didn't respond.

The silence was oppressive, and I could feel the weight of his pain and anger bearing down on me. I took a deep breath and gently turned him around, holding his wrist to prevent him from pulling away. As he looked at me, I was taken aback by the emptiness in his eyes. There was no softness, no adoration, just a cold and distant stare. It was like looking at a stranger, not the man I had grown to care for.

His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I was scared, not of him, but for him. I was scared of what he might do to himself, of what he might say or do in this state.

"Leave me." He whispered slowly looking at his bleeding head. But I didn't focus on his word I am still holding his hand.  I felt a pang of fear as he jerked his hand out of mine, his eyes flashing with anger. "JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME," he yelled, starting to bang his fist on the wall.

The sound was like a crack of thunder, and I took a step back, covering my mouth with my hand as I watched him lose control. He was hurting himself, and it was tearing me apart. I felt like I was watching him self-destruct, and I didn't know how to stop it. I tried to get closer to him, to calm him down, but he was too far gone.

"Mr. Randhawa, please stop," I pleaded, trying to reason with him. "You're hurting yourself. Please, don't do this." But he didn't seem to hear me, lost in his own world of pain and anger. I tried again, my voice shaking with desperation. "AAHAN, LOOK AT ME, DAMMIT!" I screamed, hoping to break through to him.

And then, suddenly, he stopped. He turned to me, his eyes red and dark, a drop of tear falling from his eye. The sight of him, broken and vulnerable, was like a punch to the gut. I felt my heart break, seeing the man I cared for so deeply in such a state of distress.

"What did you call me?" he asked, his voice soft and childlike. The question was like a whisper, a gentle breeze on a summer day. I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at him, seeing the vulnerability and pain behind his eyes.

"Aahan, what happened to you?" I asked, trying to understand what was going on. "Why are you behaving like this?" But before I could get an answer, he suddenly hugged me tightly, his force sending me stumbling backward. I held him protectively, feeling his body shake with sobs as he snuggled into me like his life depended on it.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, trying to absorb some of his pain and comfort him. As I looked down at him, I felt my heart break, seeing the man I cared for so deeply in such a state of distress. I held him, rocking him gently, trying to soothe his pain and calm his storm. And as I held him, I knew that I would do anything to help him, to save him from himself.

As I held Aahan's well-built body, I asked him softly, "What happened, shona? Tell me." But he didn't respond, instead, he just held me tighter, his grip like a vice. I tried to coax him, "Shona, let's go to the room, okay? Then you can tell me what's bothering you, hmm?" But he didn't want to let me go, and I had to practically drag him to the room that Mr. Vihaan had told me about it.

'Uff kya Bhari insaan hain ye, thaka Diya isne.' I am panting badly just to carry his body all the way, he gives all his weight on my body.

The room was big and luxurious, with dark grey walls and mesmerizing lights that seemed to dance across the ceiling. I scanned the room quickly, taking in the elegant furniture and the massive bed that dominated the space. I led Aahan to the bed and made him sit down, trying to gently pry him off me. But he held me tight, his face buried in my stomach, his hot breath fanning across my skin.

I felt a tangled sensation in my chest, like butterflies were fluttering around my heart. And rabbits are jumping inside my stomach. I prayed silently, "God, please stop this feeling." But Aahan just held me tighter, his voice muffled as he said, "Don't go." I caressed his head, trying to soothe him, and he snuggled in closer.

"Aahan, you're bleeding, shona," I said, trying to reason with him. "Just let me do some first aid, please." He looked up at me with his big, doe-like eyes, and I felt my heart melt. He was so cute, like a little child, the demon which is showing a while ago is replaced by long lost child emotions. And I couldn't help but smile.

But I knew I had to focus, so I gently pulled away from him and retrieved the first aid box from the table. I sat down next to him and started cleaning his wounds, trying to be gentle and careful. He watched me silently, his gaze never leaving mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

As I worked on his chest, I asked him to pull off his shirt, and he looked at me instantly, his eyes locking onto mine. I felt a ticklish sensation in my chest, and my heart started beating loudly. I reminded myself, 'Control, Ashika. You're a fucking doctor. You have to treat him." But it was hard to focus when he was looking at me like that.

The room was silent, except for the sound of my own heartbeat, and I didn't want to trigger him again. So I waited until I had finished giving him his medicine before I asked him, What happened, him. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground, and I felt my eyes widen as I took in his well-built body.

He was only wearing his trousers now, and I felt a butterfly sensation in my stomach. I tried to focus, but it was hard to ignore the way he looked, all strong and muscular. I took a deep breath and reminded myself, "You're a doctor, Ashika. You have to be professional." But it was hard to be professional when Aahan was looking at me profoundly as if he removed his gaze from me even for a second I will disappear from his site, his eyes burning with intensity.

As I cleaned Aahan's wound, I was struck by his lack of reaction. He didn't even flinch, not even for a second. It was as if he had numbed himself to the pain, as if he had become accustomed to it. I felt a pang of concern and asked him, "Are you feeling any pain?" He shook his head, his voice devoid of emotion, and said, "I've felt more pain than this. A little wound like this doesn't affect me."

His words cut deep, and I felt a pain in my heart. How much pain had he endured in his life that a deep cut like this didn't even register? I couldn't imagine what he must have gone through, and my heart went out to him.

I took the injection that Mr. Vihaan had given me and administered it to Aahan. He didn't protest, didn't even react. It was as if he had surrendered himself to me, trusting me to take care of him.

After the injection, I laid him down on the bed and covered him with a blanket. As I tried to put the first aid box back on the table, he reached out and grasped my hand. "Don't go, jaana," he pleaded, his eyes looking up at me with a vulnerability that tore at my heart. "come to me, I want you close to me."

He looked like a lost child, and I couldn't resist his plea. I hesitated for a moment before he pulled me down onto the bed beside him. He snuggled into my chest, his head resting on my shoulder, and I felt a surge of nervousness and alao protectiveness towards him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to sound stern, but he just looked up at me with those big, brown eyes and said, "Shh, let me feel you like this." He took my hand and placed it on his hair, indicating that I should caress him.

I couldn't help but smile at his antics. He was so cute, so vulnerable, at this time that I even forgot that he is the same devil whose whole world is afraid.  I couldn't resist his charm. I started caressing his hair, and he snuggled in closer, his body relaxing into mine. I felt a sense of peace washing over me, a sense of calm that I hadn't felt in a long time.

As I lay there with Aahan, I realized that I had never felt this way about anyone before. I had never felt this deep connection, this sense of responsibility and protectiveness. And as I looked down at him, I knew that I would do anything to keep him safe, to keep him happy.

As I lay there with Aahan, I thought it was time to ask him what had happened to him, why he was behaving so strangely. But before I could even form the words, I felt a sudden chill in my stomach, like someone was touching me. I looked down and saw Aahan's hand on my bare stomach, his fingers gently caressing my skin. His fingers are playing with my navel, I gasped with his sudden touch and The sensation sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I stuttered, "W-hat are yo-u do-ing?" Aahan looked up at me, his eyes innocent and childlike, and said, "Nothing, I just like your warmth, jaana." He pouted, his lips curling downward, and I felt my heart melt.

Oh my  fucking devil i didn't believe what I'm seeing, this devil is behaving like a child, oh god protect me, this cute Randhawa is more dengerous than devil Randhawa. The way he said "jaana" was like a whispered promise, a gentle caress that soothed my soul.

This devil was behaving like a child, and it was adorable. I couldn't help but smile at his antics,. "May I, jaana?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want to slide inside your t-shirt. It looks so big, we both can fit in it."  When he asks me with his doe eyes I feel like my breath hitches with his request I don't know what to do, the way he is asking is so adorable and cuteness overload.

His words were like a gentle breeze on a summer day, soft and soothing, and I felt myself getting lost in their sweetness.

I couldn't resist his adorable face, the way he was asking for my consent, and I felt myself agreeing to his request. He effortlessly slid inside my t-shirt, his warm body pressing against mine. I felt goosebumps all over my skin as he snuggled deeper into my chest. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was as if my body was responding to his touch, as if my heart was beating in time with his.

Aahan struggled to get comfortable, his head nuzzling my breasts, and I felt a ticklish sensation. He hummed in satisfaction, his voice vibrating against my skin, and said, "Look, I told you, you're so warm, jaana. I want to stay here forever." The way he said it was like a whispered promise, a gentle vow that he would never leave me.

I couldn't believe what was happening. This cute, innocent Aahan was wrapping me around his finger, and I couldn't resist him. Something was happening to my heart, and I didn't know what it was. All I knew was that I couldn't get enough of this adorable, mischievous Randhawa. I felt like I was drowning in his eyes, like I was getting lost in the depths of his soul.

As I lay there with Aahan, I felt like I was experiencing a whole new world. It was a world of sensations, of feelings, of emotions. It was a world where nothing else mattered, where the only thing that existed was the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love and desire. And I knew that I never wanted to leave this world, that I wanted to stay here forever, wrapped in Aahan's arms, with his heart beating against mine.

As I came to my senses, I tried to ask Aahan what had happened to him. "Aahan, shona, why are you behaving like that?" I asked softly, trying not to trigger him again. "A while ago, it's like you're not someone I know. You look different and strange." I looked at him through the t-shirt, and he gazed back at me with an adorable expression.

But his words sent a chill down my spine. "You know, jaana, my head is hurting so much that time, still it is hurting, but less," he said, his voice laced with a hint of madness. "But he is not silent, jaana. He is still whispering and shouting to do something to destroy everything. He wants to destroy everything, you know? He wants to see blood. He loves blood and power, jaana." He smiled, and I felt terrified by his expression. I didn't know what he was trying to say or who was telling him to do all this. It was confusing me.

I calmed my rapid breathing and asked, "Who is saying, shona? Tell me." He smiled again, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "It's a secret, jaan, but you are my everything, naa, so I will tell you. It's the devil inside me. He didn't listen to anyone, jaan. He is so powerful. He gives me strength, jaana, and I love this side of him. I kept him forever with me." He smirked, and I felt terrified by his expression. I know he is saying all this because of the  influence of medicine.

He behaves like that because of the strong dose  i give him, i read what type of durg was that and it confused me because it is such a heavy medicine which is used during treatment of mental Patient, I saw Aarohi using this drugs rarely because it gives only during the extreme conditions. Now I understood that he was not fine. He needed medication. That devil was overpowering him, and I had to do something. I have to talk to Mr vihaan and also Aarohi about his condition.

"Jaana, you know one thing," he said, his voice pleading. "He didn't listen to anyone, but he listened to you. Whenever you say anything, he listened. Please tell him, na, to stop. Not shouting like that. It's painful, jaana, a lot. He is still shouting and screaming and telling me to do something. Please, jaana, tell him to stop. It's unbearable. I want to relax."

He grabbed his head tightly, and I could see the pain etched on his face. He was screaming in agony, and I felt like my heart would stop. I felt his pain, and it was unbearable. "Shh, shh, shona, he will stop, okay?" I pulled him closer to me, trying to comfort him. He was still holding his hair, pulling it in agony. I freed his hair from his grip and started caressing it, trying to soothe him.

As I stroked his hair, I felt a sense of calm wash over him. His body relaxed, and his breathing slowed down. I smiled at what I found, Mr Randhawa this side is so contagious.

As I gazed into Aahan's pleading eyes, I felt my heart melt at his desperation. "Jaana, do something, it's still screaming," he begged, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and vulnerability. "He will listen to you, okay? Sing a song for me and him. Whenever he listens to your song, he becomes silent. sing jaana."  His words were laced with a childlike innocence, and I couldn't resist the urge to comfort him.

Will he remember tomorrow how he is behaving now like a cute and adorable baby, well I have a doubt.

I nodded, trying to reassure him, and he snuggled deeper into my chest, still wrapped inside my t-shirt. The warmth of his body seeped into mine, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me. "Okay, now sleep," I whispered, trying to soothe him. "I will sing a song for you." But as I looked down at him, I realized that he was still gazing up at me with his wide, expressive eyes, his face pressed against my breast.

"Jaana, will you please take this off your chest?" he asked, his voice muffled against my skin. I felt a flutter in my chest as I processed his request. "What should I take off?" I asked, trying to clarify, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aahan's eyes sparkled with innocence as he replied, "This bra. It's poking my face. I wasn't able to sleep." I was taken aback by his request, my mind racing with a mix of emotions. Was he, wa-s he  for real? He wanted me to take off my bra? A part of me was shocked like a fucking hell, how can he asked me like that, but my heart tickle with his request and butterflies brust all over my stomach. And another part of me was swaying by his childlike trust in me.

I shook my head firmly, trying to sound stern, but my voice betrayed my emotions. "No, you can't," I said, trying to sound convincing. But Aahan's eyes were saddened, and he pleaded, "Please, na, jaana. I will be able to sleep. I didn't sleep well ever. I always sleep peacefully whenever you're close to me. Please let me feel you." He says 'please' can you imagine that a devil said please. His words were like a gentle breeze on a summer day, soft and soothing, and I felt my resolve weakening.

I didn't know what to do. A part of me wanted to give in to his request, to comfort him and make him feel safe, while another part of me was hesitant, unsure of the implications of such an intimate act. I nodded my head, trying to find a compromise, but my voice was firm. "Don't do anything more, okay? If I saw you doing anything more, then I would not sing the song." I tried to sound stern, but my eyes betrayed my emotions, and Aahan's face lit up with a smile.

"No I will not do anything." He softly opened the hook of my bra, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt my heart accelerating as he freed my breast, and his face snuggled into my chest, brushing his nose left and right. "Umm." A soft moan escape from my mouth and my eyes wide i suppress my sounds while biting my lips but The sensation was intoxicating, and I felt myself getting lost in the moment.

"This is perfect," he whispered, his voice full of contentment. "I love your smell, jaan." He sniffed deeply, and I felt a surge of emotions, a mix of tenderness and protectiveness. "I will stay like this forever, Now sing a song. I will sleep." His words were like a gentle command, and I felt myself obeying, my voice soaring as I sang a soft melody.

I patted his head, trying to soothe him, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. "Now sleep," I whispered, trying to reassure him. "No devil will dare to come near you when I'm with you." I felt a sense of determination washing over me, a promise to protect him from his inner demons.

And as I looked at him, I didn't know what I felt and wanted but I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him on the forehead, to seal my promise and reassure him of my protection.

I leaned down, my lips brushed against his skin, and he murmured,"Jaana, sings na," his eyes still closed, a soft smile on his face. I smiled back, feeling a sense of tenderness wash over me, and I knew that I would do anything to keep him safe, to protect him from harm.

Sapna jahan dastak na de

Chaukhat thi woh aankhein meri

Baaton se thi tadaad mein

Khamoshiyan zyaada meri

Jab se pade tere kadam

Chalne lagi duniya meri

Mere dil mein jagah khuda ki khaali thi

Dekha wahan pe aaj tera chehra hai

Main bhatakta huaa sa ek baadal hoon

Jo tere aasmaan pe aake thehra hai( when I sang this line it feels like it is made for him, I look at him he is softly smiling his eyes is closed)

"You sing so well jaana, he now stop screaming I feel like sleeping jaana, I'm going to sleep you sing more I want to hear you." He murmured in his sleeping tone I know medicine start working on him that's why he is feeling sleepy. Its good for him to sleep.

"Sleep shona you need it." I said and continued to sing for him...

Tu rooh hai toh main kaaya banu

Taa-umr main tera saaya banu

Keh de toh ban jaaun bairaag main

Keh de toh main teri maaya banu

Tu saaz hai, main ragini

Tu raat hai, main chandani

Mere dil mein jagah khuda ki khaali thi

Dekha wahan pe aaj tera chehra hai

Main bhatakta huaa sa ek baadal hoon

Jo tere aasmaan pe aakе thehra hai

As I gazed at Aahan's peaceful face, I couldn't help but smile. He looked so calm and serene, his features relaxed in sleep. I felt a sense of warmth and tenderness wash over me, and I reached out to pat his back, pulling him closer to me. His body felt warm and comforting against mine, and I felt my own eyelids growing heavy.

I continued to pat his back, my movements gentle and soothing, as I felt myself becoming sleepier. The room was quiet, the only sound of the soft rise and fall of Aahan's chest as he breathed. I felt my own breathing slowly, my body relaxing into the mattress.

As I drifted off to sleep, I was aware of Aahan's presence beside me, his warmth and comfort a soothing balm to my own tired body. I didn't know when sleep finally consumed me, but I knew that I was safe, wrapped in Aahan's arms, with his gentle breathing and a lullaby in my ear.

In that moment, everything felt right with the world. The chaos and uncertainty of the day melted away, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility. I was exactly where I was meant to be.

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