Chapter 36 | Is he remember??

तेरी बाँहों में मिली ऐसी राहत सी मुझे

हो गई, जान-ए-जहाँ, तेरी आदत सी मुझे

देखूँ मैं जब तुझको तो तब मेरा दिन ये ढले

दीवाना कर रहा है तेरा रूप सुनहरा

मुसलसल खल रहा है मुझको अब ये सहरा

बता अब जाएँ तो जाएँ कहाँ

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I was sleeping peacefully, lost in a world of dreams, when the sound of birds chirping outside my window slowly began to seep into my consciousness. But it wasn't just the birdsong that was stirring me awake. I felt a strange, tingling sensation coursing through my body, a heat rising from within. It was a different kind of pleasure, one that I couldn't quite explain.

As I slowly came to, "umm ahh.." I felt a slight stinging pain, and I moaned softly. What was happening? I felt wetness near my chest, and my heart skipped a beat as I realized that it wasn't just my chest. I felt a hardness, a suction on my breast, and my eyes fluttered open in sudden panic.

My gaze fell upon Aahan's face, his eyes closed in concentration, his mouth wrapped around my breast. I felt a jolt of surprise, mixed with a thrill of excitement. What was he doing? How did I not feel him doing this? I tried to process my thoughts, but my brain was foggy, my body still caught up in the sensations that Aahan was evoking.

I lay there, frozen in shock, as Aahan continued to suckle my breast, his mouth warm and gentle. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I couldn't help but moan softly, my body responding to Aahan's touch. But as the reality of the situation sunk in, I knew I had to react. I had to push him away, to tell him to stop. But as I looked into his face, I saw something there that gave me pause. Something that made me wonder if I really wanted him to stop.

"Ahh.. umm fuck slow." This line simply rolled out from my mouth.

I was shocked, my mind reeling with the sudden realization of what was happening. Aahan's mouth was wrapped around my breast, sucking gently, and I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. How could this be possible? I had told him not to do anything like this, and yet...and yet...

My subconscious mind mocked me, pointing out the obvious. "You gave him full access by opening your bra, Ashika. You can't blame him for taking advantage of it." I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized the truth in those words. I had been so caught up in the moment, so swept up in Aahan's adorable and innocent demeanor, that I had let my guard down.

I closed my eyes, feeling embarrassed and more than a little ashamed. How could I have been so reckless? I thought back to the previous night, remembering how Aahan had looked at me with those big, round eyes, his face so innocent and childlike. I had been putty in his hands, unable to resist his request.

I sighed deeply, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I looked at the baby in a big body who is enjoying his non-existing milk like a hungry monster. He was still sucking away, oblivious to my inner turmoil. He looked so innocent, so cute, like a big baby in a grown ass man's body. I felt a pang of affection for him, and my heart melted just a little bit more.

"Aww, baby, my baby..." I caught myself saying, feeling a surge of surprise and embarrassment. What the fuck was I saying? This was Aahan, the devilish Randhawa, not some innocent baby. But as I looked at him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness towards him. He was so vulnerable, so open, and yet so incredibly adorable.

I shut my eyes, trying to focus on the situation at hand. I needed to get out of there before Aahan woke up, but I was trapped beneath his heavy body. His weight was crushing me, making it hard to breathe. I tried to move, to reach for my phone on the nightstand, but it was no use. He was too heavy, and I was stuck. I felt like I was going to suffocate under his weight, but I knew I had to stay calm.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to wriggle free enough to grab my phone. "Uff, itna mushkil hai ye," I muttered to myself, relieved to have finally succeeded. I glanced at the time, my heart sinking when I saw that it was only 5:50 in the morning.

I still had a few hours before I could reasonably expect him to wake up, but I knew I had to get out of there before he did. I couldn't face him, not after what had happened. The thought of looking him in the eye, of talking to him like nothing had happened, was too much to bear.

I looked over at Aahan, who was still fast asleep, his face striking even in repose. His features were relaxed, his mouth slightly open, and his chest rising and falling with each breath. He looked so peaceful, so innocent, that it was hard to believe he was the same person who had been sucking on my nipples just a few minutes before.

He wiggled in his sleep, a fear increase inside me is he going to wake up no no he can't "oh god kaha phas gayi main. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I thought about what would happen if he woke up and found me still there. No, I had to get out of there, and fast.

I patted Aahan's head, trying to soothe him back into a deeper sleep. "Shh, kuch nahi, so jaa, so jaa," I whispered, feeling like I was trying to calm a restless child. I'm doing like I am tempting some child fuck.

Oh devil and God both help me. " Ohh shona sleep nothing happened." I again tried and patted his head. But Aahan wasn't having it. His hand began to roam over my chest, sending heat coursing through my body. I'm sure my cheeks turned like a cherry till now. But what is he searching for?

Then I look at him he is trying to take my nipples in his mouth , fuck I didn't pay attention my nipples fall out from his mouth that's why he is looking so annoying.  I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I realized what he was wanting.

He was looking for my nipples again, what should I do, should I give him. Good fucking very very good it so out of the world I ever imagined i never thought in my fucking life that I give my nipples to a man mouth and too myself.

But I can't help it, it is impossible for me to face him in this condition when he is sucking on my breast like his life depends on it, not at least now. " Oh so baad me tu face kar le gi use suck karte huye dekh ke." My subconscious mocked me. Just fucking shut up you bitch I scold myself.

I have to give him, wait for him to go again on his deep slumber.  I knew I had to give them to him what he wanted if I wanted to escape.

And then it hit me - I was actually considering giving him what he wanted. I was thinking about guiding my nipples back into his mouth, about letting him suckle on them again.

The thought was both embarrassing and erotic, and I felt my body responding to it even as my mind recoiled in horror. What was wrong with me? Why was I even considering this? But as I looked at Aahan, I knew I had to do it. I had to give him what he wanted if I wanted to escape.

I took a deep breath and grabbed my full breast in my hand and guided my nipples back into Aahan's mouth. Fuck,  Oh god, the feeling was erotic, to say the least. I bit my lower lip, trying not to make a sound as he Aahan began to suckle again, his grip strong and his sucking hard. He is lactating on my nipples as he finds what he is wanting.

I felt like I was melting into his touch, like I was losing myself in the sensation. And yet, even as I felt myself getting lost in the moment, I knew I had to stay focused. I had to wait until Aahan fell into a deeper sleep, and then I could make my escape. It was the only way I could survive this embarrassing and erotic encounter.

I gazed at Aahan's peaceful face, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. It was time for me to make my escape, but I was faced with a daunting task: untangling his sleeping body from mine. He was wrapped around me like a cocoon, his arms and legs entwined with mine in a way that seemed almost impossible to unravel.

I took a deep breath and began the delicate operation, trying not to jostle him awake. I carefully lifted his arm, trying to extricate it from around my waist, but it felt like it was glued in place. I gently tugged on his hand, trying to loosen his grip, but he only snuggled deeper into my side, his face nuzzling my breast.

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. It was like trying to defuse a bomb, except the bomb was a sleeping Aahan, and the trigger was my slightest movement. I slowly, painstakingly, worked my way through the tangled web of his limbs, trying to free myself without waking him.

As I finally managed to untangle his last leg from mine, I felt a sense of triumph wash over me. "Uff, I deserved a medal for completing this impossible mission!" I carefully slid out from under him, trying not to disturb his peaceful slumber.

As I stood up and looked back at Aahan, I couldn't help but smile. He was still fast asleep, his face relaxed, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath.

As I stood there, gazing at Aahan's serene face, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes casting a gentle shadow on his cheeks, and his lips were slightly parted, as if he was about to whisper a secret.

He looked so peaceful, so ethereal, like a sleeping angel. But I knew the truth - he was the devil incarnate when he was awake. I shrugged my shoulder and smiled wryly to myself, thinking about the contrast between his peaceful appearance and his fiery personality.

Wait, let me make something for him before I leave, I thought, feeling a pang of concern for his well-being. When he wakes up, he might be hungry, and I knew he hadn't eaten anything the night before. I looked around the room, taking in the sleek, modern decor, and spotted a small kitchen cabinet and a refrigerator in the corner. Let's see what's inside, I thought, opening the fridge door.

"Ugh, bievada kahi ka!" There was so much alcohol, but no food. I scrunched up my nose in disgust, thinking about how someone could have so much booze but no food. It seemed like a typical bachelor's fridge, stocked with everything except the essentials.

I looked again, hoping to find something, anything, edible, and finally spotted a platter of eggs and some bread. Ah, good! Now I can make some bread omelets and coffee.

As I prepared the meal, my subconscious mind piped up, asking me why I was caring for him so much. I paused, taken aback by the question. I didn't know why I felt this way, why I felt this protective towards him. but I knew I couldn't let anything happen to him.

There was something about him that drew me in, made me want to protect him. Maybe it was his vulnerability, his V-shaped smile, or his piercing eyes, but whatever it was, I knew I was hooked.

I finished preparing the meal and wrote a note, attaching it to the plate. I smiled to myself, thinking about how he would react when he saw the note.

Then, I walked over to Aahan, who was still fast asleep. I bent down, my lips inches from his forehead. "I don't know what's happening to me, why I'm feeling like this, but I can't control my emotions in my heart, when I see you in pain. Last night, I knew I couldn't see you like this ever, my heart was bleeding at that time. And I want to make sure what the name of this feeling is I want to make sure what am I feeling towards you. Am I really falling for you shona.".

I whispered, feeling a surge of emotions. "I want to make sure you're safe, that your heart feels safe." I kissed his forehead, feeling a jolt of electricity run through my body. "I'll protect you from every demon, every evil power that's fighting you. I'll fight for you, shona."

As I whispered those words, shona, earlier i also said this to him. I didn't pay attention, but this word is automatically rolled out from my mouth and it feels right to call him from this name but why it felt right. I looked at Aahan's peaceful face, I turned and headed towards my car, parked outside the office, feeling a sense of determination that I had never felt before.

As I drove, my mind began to wander back to the previous night's events, replaying every moment, every word, and every gesture like a movie on repeat. I remembered everything I had said to Aahan, including how I had called him by his name and nickname, and I couldn't help but wonder what he must think of me.

Does he feel comfortable when I call him by his name or nickname? Does he even notice the way I say his name, the way it rolls off my tongue like a gentle breeze on a summer day?

But then my thoughts took a more serious turn, and I remembered Aahan's condition the night before. Is he going to remember anything from last night? I doubted it, given the strong dose of medicine he had been under.

The thought sent a pang of disappointment through me, and I realized that I wanted him to remember everything, to recall the way I had called him by his name and nickname, the way I had interacted with him.

I wanted him to remember the way I had looked at him, the way I had touched him, the way I had felt when he was close to me. But why did I want him to remember all of this? What did it mean, and what did I hope to achieve by wanting him to recall every detail of our interaction?

As I pondered these questions, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Maybe it was better if he didn't remember. Maybe he wouldn't like the way I had called him by his name and nickname, or the way I had interacted with him.

Maybe it would lead to an awkward situation between us, one that I wasn't sure I was ready to face. But even as I felt this sense of relief, I knew that I was kidding myself. I wanted him to remember, and I wanted him to feel the same way about me.

I pushed these thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. I took out the injection I had given Aahan and made a mental note to investigate further.

I had to find out what was happening to him, why he was suffering so much. I couldn't let him continue to suffer, not when he held such an important place in my heart. My shona, I thought, using the nickname I had used the night before.

The word felt strange on my lips, but it also felt right, like it was meant to be. I felt a sense of determination washing over me, a sense of purpose that I hadn't felt in a long time. I was going to get to the bottom of Aahan's condition, no matter what it took.

I quickly dialed Mr. Vihaan's number, needing to ensure that Aahan was taken care of.

>"Hello, Ashika. Is everything okay? Is Aahan alright?" Mr. Vihaan asked, his voice laced with concern.

<"He is fine but I want you to check on him and make sure he ate his breakfast and took his medicine. And Don't let him work today, and please drop him home safely," I instructed. "If he refuses to listen to you, call me immediately."

Mr. Vihaan chuckled and agreed to take care of Aahan. I added one more request, asking him to meet me at the hospital later that day.

<"I have some important questions to ask you and please take good care of him he might feel dizzy and weak because of a strong dose and medicine so give him juice and some electrolytes." I said, my mind is already racing with possibilities.

As I ended the call, I felt a sense of determination to wash over me once again. I had to get to the bottom of Aahan's condition, and I had to do it fast.

I headed towards my apartment, knowing that I had a long day ahead of me. I had an important surgery to attend to, and I also needed to talk to Aarohi. But my mind was already focused on Aahan, and I knew that I wouldn't rest until I had found a way to help him. I was determined to uncover the truth behind his condition, no matter what it took, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make sure he was okay.

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I was sleeping peacefully, basking in the warmth and comfort of my slumber. It had been years since I'd slept without being plagued by nightmares or discomfort. But suddenly, a ray of sunlight struck my face, creating an uncomfortable sensation within me.

I didn't want to wake up, not when I was finally experiencing a sense of peace. It was as if I was sleeping in paradise, surrounded by serenity and tranquility.

But then, I felt a sudden void in my chest, as if my warmth had been snatched away from me. I opened my eyes, and my gaze fell upon the unfamiliar surroundings of my office room. I was alone, and my upper body was naked. A sharp pain struck my head, like a needle piercing through my skin. Memories of the previous night began to flash through my mind, and I remembered that Ashika, my jaana, had been with me.

Oh God, what had happened? I tried to recall the events of the previous night, but my memories were hazy and unclear. I remembered being angry, furious , after listening to what Vihaan had told me. I had lost control, and my body had been wracked with shivers. I knew that when I lost my sanity, the devil inside me took over, and I became a force to be reckoned with.

As I examined my body, I winced in pain. "Fucking devil this much damage i caused on my handsome body dammit, what my jaana will think about me will she found me attractive or not." I had caused damage to myself, and I could feel the ache in my muscles.

"What would Ashika think of me hann, I have to maintain my handsomeness so that I can attract her."   I had to maintain my sexy and hot self, only to attract her.

"Hyy fucking idiot devil why you always demage my fucking sexy body." I growled at the devil inside me, angry at the damage he had caused. But he remained silent, refusing to answer me. But how I became silent i clearly aware from my own behaviour not doctor fuck even medicine do not work on me when I get shiver attack.

I concentrated on my memories, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. I remembered Vihaan shouting at me,

Leave Aahan, are you mad.

"Ahh," this pain.  I recalled holding a piece of glass, pointing it at him. I had been aware of my behavior, even in my crazed state. I found my life my Ashika is standing there, she came yesterday,  no no don't come to me bacha, Im shouting in my mind.  And I know who had called her its vihaan I'm 100 percent sure, " I will fucking kill you vihaan if she gets single scratch because of me."

I closed my eyes, trying to remember what had happened next. Pain struck my mind, and I opened my eyes to find tears welling up. Had I done something to Ashika? No, no, I couldn't have. That's why I had tried to keep her away, to prevent her from getting hurt. But what had happened after that? I pulled my hair in frustration, desperate to remember. I had to know what had happened, no matter what it took.

I closed my eyes once more, determined to remember the events of the previous night.

What happened, shona? Tell me. Tell me Aahan.

Did I hear her call me by my name, Aahan? And what was that other name that echoed in my mind, a name that sounded so sweet and melodious? I racked my brain, trying to recall the word, but it remained just out of reach. Shona, was that it? No, no, I must be remembering it wrong. She would never call me that; it was too intimate, too personal. She wasn't that type of girl, or so I thought.

But why was I hearing it repeated in my mind? Aahan shona, tell me. It was like a ringtone, stuck on repeat, driving me crazy. Oh God, if she actually called me that, I would definitely faint.

My excitement and shock were palpable, and I could feel my heart racing like a kangaroo. I placed my hand on my chest, trying to calm it down, but it was no use. The mere thought of her calling me shona was enough to send my heart into overdrive.

"Mr heart if you are behaving like this only on blur sound then what will happen to you when you hear her calling you her shona, you will get heart attack bro.". I laughed at my silly heart.  I couldn't even begin to imagine. I was smiling like a fool, my mind racing with possibilities.

If this was true, I would give my entire company a two-day holiday. Only two days, my devilish side chimed in. Or else, what's the point? They're all lazy employees anyway. Lazy? My devilish side reminded me that I was the one who never gave my employees holidays, not even on Sundays when they worked tirelessly.

Whatever, that's just how I am, and I'm Perfectionist. I said, trying to brush off the mocking sound. But my mind was still reeling from the possibility that Ashika might have called me shona. I tried to force myself to remember what happened next, but my memories remained hazy. I was determined to uncover the truth, no matter what it took.

I was determined to remember what happened after that, my excitement growing with each passing moment. At first, I had been scared that Ashika would be repulsed by my condition, that she would move away from me and leave me. But now, I was eager to recall every detail, every moment we had shared.

I remembered fragments, like how she had treated my wounds with such carefulness, administering medicine to me. But how did she know what kind of medicine I needed? Did she know about my condition? No, she couldn't know that. If she found out, she would be horrified, she would try to leave me.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew I couldn't take that risk. I had to ask Vihaan where she got that injection from. I knew him, he was loyal, he wouldn't betray my trust. But still, I had to be careful. I couldn't let Ashika find out about my condition, not yet, maybe not ever.

"You don't have to know my condition, sweetheart, my phycic behaviour, If by chance you were to find out and try to escape from me, leave me alone, then I will not hesitate to cage you forever. You are mine, you own me darling, and you are fucking my owner, just like I claimed you mine."

" And you try to leave me, and go to someone then that someone will die infront of your eyes."

"If you tried to escape from my web even for yourself then I will kill you and myself for sure. Because you are everything naa if you will die I will die, how can I live without my jaana." Hahaa i laughed.

The thought sent a thrill through me, and I knew that I would do whatever it took to keep Ashika by my side. I would not let her go, not now, not ever. She was mine, and I would make sure she knew it. I would make sure she never forgot it.

The possessiveness that rose up in me was almost overwhelming, and I knew that I had to be careful not to scare her away. But I couldn't help the way I felt, the way I thought. Ashika was mine, and I would do whatever it took to keep her.

But then, like a whisper in my ear, I felt a memory stirring, a sensation that I couldn't quite place. It was as if I had experienced something heavenly, something divine, while I was asleep. What was it? I racked my brain, trying to recall the details. And then, like a floodgate opening, it hit me.

The taste, the smell, the sensation of sucking and chewing... it was all so vivid, so real. I could still feel the saliva pooling in my mouth, the memory of it so strong that I could almost taste it.

And then, like a bolt of lightning, I remembered. Oh, fucking god, I remembered. I had been lactating on her nipples, like a child, all night long. The feeling sent shivers down my spine, goosebumps erupting all over my body.

It was intoxicating, the sensation of her nipples in my mouth, the taste of her skin, the smell of her body perfume. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of pleasure, unable to escape, unable to resist. Her round black and pink hard nipples in my mouth all fucking night it so heavenly feeling. I'm getting addicted and I'm afraid that it's become my habit to sleep while taking her nipples and sucking on them.

But I don't mind her every inch of body is mine so I can do anything with them either cherish, love, kiss, suck, bite, chew, and even fuck her hard marvelous pusssy. Now I am dying to see and touch her clit this growing desire is killing me. I have to see her little pussy and adore her little clit. And I'm going to do that anyhow.

But now the memory of her nipples were in my  mouth whole fucking night is making me crazy

The memory was so vivid, so real, that I could almost feel her skin against mine, her nipples hardening in my mouth.

I felt like I was reliving the moment, reliving the sensation of being connected to her, of being a part of her. It was exhilarating, it was intoxicating, and it was mine. All mine.

As I sat there, attempting to gather my scattered thoughts and piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night, I couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty. My recollections were still hazy, unclear, and I wasn't sure if I had remembered everything or if there were still gaps in my recollection.

But one thing was certain - the way Ashika had behaved with me, her concern, her terrified expression... it was all so fucking adorable, so mesmerizing.

I found myself entranced by the memory of her worried face, her frightened eyes, and I couldn't help but crave more of it. I wanted to see that look on her face again, to know that she cared about me that much.

And so, I thought to myself, "why not hurt myself frequently, and even pretend to be a mad and crazy idiot sometimes, just so she would care about me like that, and treat me like a child?"  It was a twisted thought, I knew, but I couldn't help the way I felt.

I turned to my inner devil, seeking his validation, his approval. But instead of agreeing with me, he just laughed, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Well, that's a good idea," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "but pretending to be mad is wrong, because you're actually a mad and crazy devil, and there's no pretending part." I growled at him, anger rising up inside me, as I felt a surge of defensiveness.

"The fuck you're saying?" I snarled, my voice low and menacing. "I'm crazy and mad bastard?" I felt a wave of indignation wash over me, but my devil just replied confidently, "Yeah, that's what I said." His words cut through my defenses, and I felt a smugness on my face while realising the  truth in his statement. I am crazy, I am mad, I am a psychotic basterd I knew it.

I smirked at my thoughts, a wry, self-deprecating smile spreading across my face. "Well, you're right," I said, acknowledging the truth in his words. "I'm already a damn fucking psycho and crazy bastard." I laughed to myself, a cold, mirthless sound, and my devil just chuckled along with me, happy to have won the argument. We were two peas in a pod, my devil and I, and we both knew it.

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