13. NIGHTMARE

VYOM RAJPUT'S POV

I'm trapped in a never-ending nightmare. I'm being beaten and battered, my body screaming in agony. I try to defend myself, but my arms are weak and useless.

The voices are loud and cruel, echoing in my mind. "You don't deserve the title, you fag!" they scream. I feel a wave of shame and humiliation wash over me.

There words hurt more than their punch.

I'm crying, sobbing uncontrollably. I feel like I'm drowning in my own tears. I try to beg for mercy, but my voice is hoarse and barely audible.

Suddenly, the dream shatters, and I'm jolted back to reality. I find myself in Vikram's arms, his strong chest beneath my head. I'm still crying, still shaking with fear.

Vikram's voice is soft and gentle, whispering words of comfort in my ear. "Shh, Vyom, I'm here. You're safe now."

I cling to him, desperate for his protection. I feel like I'm falling apart, like I'm losing myself in the darkness of my own mind.

I have never felt this, every single time I had this nightmare. I would wake upto a cold bed with no one to comfort me.

All alone.

I don't know how many times I have wished this scene to be true.

Now it's all happening, but the person is Vikram singh Rajvansh.

Someone whom I fear and fascinate at the same time.

Vikram's arms tighten around me, holding me close. I feel his warmth, his strength, and it's like a lifeline to me. I cling to him, letting his presence wash over me, calming my fears and soothing my pain.

I sniffle, still feeling shaken from the nightmare. Vikram's arms are still wrapped around me, holding me close. I feel a sense of safety and security in his embrace.

"Vikram?" I whisper, my voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, little prince?" he responds, his voice soft and gentle.

I hesitate for a moment, feeling a little uncertain. But then I ask, "Can you... sleep with me?"

I don't know what I was thinking at that time, when I asked him that.

Maybe I liked his warm words and his gentle embrace.

I was not ready to let go.

Even if I know it is going to hurt me someday so bad.

Vikram's arms tighten around me, and he pulls me closer. "Of course, Vyom," he whispers. "You can sleep with me anytime you want."

I feel a wave of relief wash over me, and I snuggle deeper into Vikram's arms. He adjusts his position, making room for me beside him. I lie down, feeling his warmth and strength envelop me.

I don't know why whenever I ask him something, he never deny.

Whenever I tried to push him in the past, he would say 'I am not going to leave you alone so easily' and just go after that.

Just like a big puppy.

Sometimes it's hard to be scared of him.

Even he looks so rough and tough.

He behaves like a little stubborn child infront of me.

As I drift off to sleep, I feel a sense of gratitude towards Vikram. He's been my rock, my safe haven. And I know that as long as I'm with him, I'll be okay.

I wake up to the most breathtaking sight. Vikram is sleeping beside me, his chiseled features relaxed in slumber. He looks like a Greek god, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath.

I'm mesmerized by his beauty, and I find myself staring at him for a long time. I take in every detail of his face, from the sharp lines of his jaw to the soft curve of his lips. I feel like I'm drinking in the sight of him, and I don't want to look away.

Vikram sleeps on, oblivious to my gaze. But as the minutes tick by, I start to feel a little guilty. I'm staring at him like he's a work of art, and I'm not sure if he'd appreciate it.

Just as I'm thinking about looking away, Vikram's eyes snap open. He gazes at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I am yours only," he says, his voice low and husky. "You can stop staring at me now."

I feel a flush rise to my cheeks as I realize that I've been caught. But Vikram just smiles and reaches out to brush a strand of hair out of my face.

"You're adorable when you're admiring me," he says, his eyes glinting with teasing. "But you don't have to stare. I'm all yours, little prince."

I try to excuse myself, attempting to slide out of bed and head to the bathroom to freshen up. But before I can even move, Vikram's arms wrap around me from behind, holding me in place.

"Can we not sleep for just a little more?" he whispers in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I feel a surge of surprise at his sudden move, but as I relax into his embrace, I realize that I don't want to leave his side. Not yet, at least.

Vikram's arms are warm and strong, holding me close as he nuzzles his face into the back of my neck. I feel a sense of comfort and security wash over me, and I let out a soft sigh.

"Just a little more," I agree, my voice barely above a whisper.

Vikram's arms tighten around me, holding me close as we both drift back into a peaceful slumber.

As I drift off to sleep, surrounded by Vikram's warmth and strength, I realize that he's growing more and more upon me. It's a thought that both thrills and terrifies me.

I think back to the way Vikram made me feel last night, the way he held me and comforted me after my nightmare. I think about the way he's been looking at me, with a intensity and passion that makes my heart skip a beat.

I feel like I'm losing myself in him, like I'm getting sucked into a vortex of emotions and desires that I'm not sure I can control. But at the same time, I feel a sense of excitement and wonder at the prospect of exploring these feelings further.

Vikram is growing more and more upon me, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to admit it to myself, let alone to him. But as I drift off to sleep, surrounded by his warmth and strength, I know that I'm in trouble. Deep trouble.

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~to be continued