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avantika s pov
W
hen my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I felt was himâstill holding me in his arms, safe and warm. I hadnât moved; I didnât want to. This was the most comfortable Iâd ever felt, wrapped in his embrace. But, as I looked up, I noticed that Mr. Rajawat seemed to be absorbed in something far more important than waking up or the world around us.
Any guesses?
He was lost in my hair, gently twirling strands between his fingers, completely captivated. His eyes held a soft, warm glow, a brightness that revealed how happy he was in that moment. So deep in admiration, he didnât even realize the owner of those long strands had woken up, watching him with quiet amusement.
"Lagta hai kabhi kabhi inhe humse jyada humare baalon se ishq hai...
(Sometimes it feels like he's more in love with my hair than with me...)
Jab dekho tab... baal baal baal...
(Whenever you look, it's hair, hair, hair...)
Uffff... yeeee ladka...
(Ugh... this boy...)"
aadish pov
The moment she stepped into the dining hall, it was like the whole world faded around her. My eyes were locked on her, completely captivated. Those deep, mesmerizing black doe eyes, drawing me in like they always do. And those chand baliya swayed delicately with her every movement... yes, I know their name. I remember noticing her love for jewelry, and I couldn't help myselfâI had to look it up. Itâs silly, but I wanted to know. Maybe itâs so normal, but... she does this to me, makes me care about the smallest details just because theyâre a part of her.
Her hands, covered in delicate bangles, made my heart race in ways I canât fully explain. The soft clinking sound with every movement stirred emotions I didn't want to confront, thoughts Iâd never dare to imagine without her permission. In her eyes, I saw a delicate balanceâlove mixed with fear, like she was holding back something she couldnât fully express. That look made me feel a surge of protectiveness, yet a deep respect for her space.
I know her so well, maybe too well. I notice every little detail of her life, even when Iâm not by her side. Itâs like a part of me is always connected to her. But more than anything, I want her to experience life on her terms, to feel free, as long as sheâs happy and safe. Thatâs all I ever wantâfor her to live fully, and for me to be there when she needs me, even if it means watching from a distance.
And what happened last time? That was just a testâa playful little trialâto see if my baby love had picked up anything from her devars or not.
Yeah, it was me. I knew everything. Iâm the one who arranged those idiots, set them up to mess with her, just to see how sheâd handle it. Watching her rise to the challenge... it made me feel a strange mix of pride and amusement. I couldnât help it; I wanted to see if she had learned, if she could take them on. Maybe it was wrong, but damn, the way she handled it... it was worth every second.
What were you all thinking, my readers? Iâm the fucking mafia kingâhow could I not know what was happening in her area? The day she moved there, I had already claimed that territory was my own.
Even the wind blows in the direction I suggest; nothing happens without my awareness. I could protect her without needing to marry her; I have that power. But deep down, owning her heart, claiming her as mineâthat was the thing I truly needed. It was more than just protection; it was about connection, about intertwining our lives in a way that only someone like me could understand. I wanted her to feel safe, cherished, and completely mine, even if it meant navigating this chaotic world alone for a while longer.
Jab se dekha hai unko uss safed libaaz mein,
(Since I saw her in that white attire,)
ye saansein tham hi nhi rahi,
(my breath hasn't been steady,)
ye man tadap raha hai,
(my heart is aching,)
unhe dekhne ko,
(to see her,)
niharne ko,
(to admire her,)
apne seene se lagane ko.
(to hold her close to my chest.)
I had never controlled myself this much in my life, but here I was, holding back everythingâjust because of her. She had this effect on me, and it was getting harder to resist.
"Hey Avani ke Bhole, kuch toh raasta do" (Oh Lord Shiva of Avani, show me a way), I silently prayed, hoping for a sign, for anything to help me out of this overwhelming pull toward her.
Meanwhile, my *Bab Sa* (father) was giving me side glances, not saying a word, but I could feel his eyes on me. Yeah, *baap baap hota hai* (a father is a father)... he knows everything. He didnât need to speak; the look was enough to tell me he knew exactly what I was feeling. I couldnât help but smile, amused at the situation.
I sat there, quietly waiting for her to finish breakfast, stealing glances at her every chance I got. But what really tugged at my heart was seeing how my cute *Maa Sa* (mother), in just one meeting, had already started caring for her. It was like she knew, without me saying a word. That love, that instant connection... it only made my feelings for her stronger.
I was anxious about *Maa Sa's* reaction, unsure of how sheâd take everything. But now, I knowâsheâd forgive me if she ever found out. Her love is unconditional, and that thought eased a bit of the tension in my chest.
But the moment *Maa Sa* and the others finally left her alone after breakfastâafter what felt like a **fucking** hourâI couldnât hold back any longer. Like a mad puppy desperate for its owner, I rushed to her room, unable to resist the pull any longer. I needed to see her, to be near her, like nothing else mattered in that moment.
But as soon as she opened the door, my heart sank. The look on her faceâit wasnât for me. She was expecting *Rudra*. The excitement in her eyes, the ease in her expression, it all hit me like a punch to the gut. That bond she shares with him and the others... sometimes, it makes me feel this burning jealousy I canât even control. How is she so open with them, laughing and talking like itâs effortless, but when it comes to me... not even a word? Not a glance that shows I matter?
Itâs suffocating, this feeling. Is this the side effect of love? Godddd, itâs tearing me apart inside. Watching her connect with everyone but me, knowing that Iâm on the outside looking inâitâs like torture. Every time she looks at them like that, I feel like a shadow in the background, desperate for even a fraction of her attention.
The moment I stepped into the room, her fresh, delicate scent wrapped around me, capturing my senses completely. It was like the air itself was filled with her presence, drawing me in, making everything else fade away. And the second I pulled her into my embrace, I lost myself entirely.
The relief, the peace I felt in her armsâit was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was as if every tension, every worry melted away the moment she was in my hold. Being close to her brought a kind of comfort I didnât know I needed, a feeling I had never felt before. It was more than just physical... it was soul-deep, like I had finally found where I truly belonged.
*Mohabbat-e-Diwaangi* ki lakeeron par tha main,
(I stood on the lines of this crazy love,)
*Rashq* ye ke rooh ki har sima band thi mujhpar,
(The envy of my soul's boundaries was set upon me,)
Hothon pe ek narmi bhari muskaan,
(A soft smile played on my lips,)
Aankhon mein ek bepanah chamak,
(An endless sparkle danced in my eyes,)
Aur saanson mein ek nayi leher si chal rahi thi.
(And my breaths moved like a new rhythm.)
Us pal lag raha tha, jaise maine apne seene mein apni mehboob ko mehsoos kiya ho,
(In that moment, it felt like I had my beloved cradled in my chest,)
Jahan har dhadkan uska naam le rahi thi.
(Where every heartbeat whispered her name.)
It felt like time stood still, and all that existed was this burning, undeniable love that had consumed me completely.
After talking to her, holding her in my arms, everything I had been struggling withâevery doubt, every bit of confusionâjust disappeared. It was like a fog had lifted, and all I could see was her, the one thing that made sense in the madness of my life. The peace I had been chasing for so long, the emptiness that gnawed at me, it was all filled in that moment. And the answer had been right in front of me this whole timeâin her.
When I finally drifted off to sleep, with her pressed against me, I felt something I hadnât in yearsâcomplete. Holding her didnât feel wrong, not even close. It felt like the most perfect, natural thing in the world. Like this was where I was supposed to be, with her in my arms. Every breath I took, every beat of my heart, felt synced with hers, and in that moment, I knew. I had found what I was missing. She wasnât just my peaceâshe was my home.
Time passed, and when I finally woke up, my heart swelled at the sight of my little queen still peacefully sleeping beside me. Perhaps the medicine had helped, but the beauty on her face hadnât faded in the slightest. The soft pink glow on her cheeks, reminiscent of ripe strawberries, radiated pure innocence and warmth. It filled me with an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness, knowing that she was here with me, safe and sound.
I thought about letting her sleep a little longer, to indulge in her beauty rest, but I was faced with the reality of my little dilemmaâmadam was a light sleeper. I couldnât help but chuckle softly at the thought of her waking up with that adorable confusion on her face, the way her eyes would flutter open and search for me. I wanted to keep her close, to savor every moment, but I knew I couldnât resist the urge to tease her. My heart raced at the thought of her waking up, and I felt a mixture of excitement and affection bubbling within me.
*Madam ko position se hataana matlab...*
(Moving the lady from her position means...)
*Jung hai ji.*
(Itâs war, indeed.)
*Tisra maha yudh ho jayega is ghar mein.*
(A third world war is about to happen in this house.)
Jaise hi haath move karta, woh jhunjhla jati.
(As soon as I moved my hand, she would stir restlessly.)
Ek baar koshish ki, do baar ki,
(I tried once, tried it twice,)
Lekin teesri baar to maine haar maan li.
(But by the third time, I had to accept defeat.)
As I admired her peaceful sleeping form, my eyes fell upon her *khule reshmi baal* (open silky hair). The way they cascaded around her, catching the light, left me in awe. *Itni chamak kaha se aati hai inme* (Where does this glow come from?).
*Isssshhhhhhqqqqqq hai ye mera* (This is my secret). I was lost in thought, completely enchanted by her beauty, when suddenly, she opened her eyes. My heart raced, caught off guard, but the moment felt perfect.
"Vo mohabbat hi kya jo raja ko na jhuka sake,
Aur vo junoon hi kya jo tumhe uske baalon se khelne par majbur na kar sake?"
(âWhat love is that which cannot bend a king?
And what madness is that which does not compel you to play with her hair?â)
Author pov
As time passed, *Aadish* felt the inevitable pull of responsibility. His *Maa Sa* had gently, yet firmly, insisted that he return to his room for the night. It was clear she knew everything, as mothers often doâabout his restless heart and the sleepless nights spent in worry. Despite his reluctance, he knew he had to obey her wishes. The warmth of her understanding enveloped him, but the longing to stay with her lingered, making every step away feel heavier.
As the evening descended, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. The priest had been invited to decide on the date for the wedding, set to take place next week. It was a momentous occasion, yet it hung in the air with an unusual weight. Revti, with her deep understanding and foresight, had decreed that no one would be invited for now. She wanted Avantika to acclimate to this new environment before being thrust into the spotlight.
This decision was rooted in love and concern. Revti knew how overwhelming such a transition could be, and she aimed to provide Avantika the time and space to find comfort in her surroundings. It was also a protective measure for the kids, ensuring that they would feel safe as their lives began to change.
In this moment, tension radiated from the characters. The excitement of a wedding was palpable, yet it was tempered by a profound sense of responsibility. The stakes were high, and the need for emotional stability overshadowed the desire for a grand celebration.
As the plans unfolded quietly, the bittersweet essence of love and duty was evident, illustrating how joy could coexist with apprehension. The inner conflict of wanting to share happiness while protecting those they loved created a rich tapestry of emotions, laying the groundwork for the journey ahead.
The days began to pass in a blur as *Rudra*, *Om*, and *Avantika* immersed themselves in their exams. Although they were in the same college, they navigated different departments and years, each with their unique challenges. Avantika, being the youngest among them, often felt the weight of her responsibilities, but she was never alone in her journey.
Rudra, always protective, made it a point to check on her regularly. His concern for her well-being was evident, and it brought Avantika a sense of comfort and security. He had been her guardian through college life, ensuring that no trouble ever found its way to her. His presence was a reassuring constant, a reminder that she had someone in her corner, watching out for her, even amid the chaos of studies and exams.
As the pressures of college loomed over them, the bond between the trio only strengthened. Om, with his laid-back demeanor, often lightened the mood, helping Avantika navigate the stresses of student life. Together, they formed a support system, a tight-knit group that faced the challenges of academia head-on. And as Rudra continued to keep a watchful eye, he felt a sense of pride knowing that he could provide that layer of protection for Avantika, allowing her to focus on her studies without fear or distraction.
The three of themâRudra, Om, and Avantikaâwere the busiest individuals in *Rajawat Mansion*, often only gathering for breakfast and dinner. Revti, their mother, was tirelessly taking care of her five children, balancing the demands of their lives with grace and love. Amid the chaos, *Aadish* remained a constant presence, aware of the intricacies of their family dynamic.
He knew his brothers were spoiled by affection, yet they were far from being the typical rich, spoiled brats. Their upbringing was steeped in values, and they understood the importance of hard work and responsibility. Aadish took it upon himself to guide them, ensuring they remained grounded and focused, even as they enjoyed the comforts of their affluent lifestyle.
Each meal shared in the mansion was a testament to their bond, a time when they could reconnect amidst their busy schedules. While Revti managed the household with love, Aadish kept a watchful eye on his siblings, providing support and encouragement when needed. He recognized that while they were loved and cherished, it was essential for them to cultivate their own identities, learn resilience, and appreciate the world beyond their privileged upbringing.
With only two days remaining until the wedding, the atmosphere in the *Rajawat Mansion* was charged with excitement and anticipation. The countdown to this monumental day filled the air, but first, there was the matter of the final exam that awaited the trio.
As the day unfolded, Rudra, Om, and Avantika focused on their studies, their minds racing with a mix of nerves and exhilaration. The exam felt like a final hurdle to overcome before diving into the whirlwind of wedding preparations. Each of them knew how important this day was, not just for their family, but for Avantika as she transitioned into this new chapter of her life.
Rudra tried to ease the tension, cracking jokes to lighten the mood, while Om remained focused, jotting down last-minute notes. Avantika, though excited about the wedding, felt the pressure of both the exam and the upcoming celebrations weighing on her. She could sense the support from her brothers, and their camaraderie fueled her determination to succeed.
As they approached the exam venue, the reality of the wedding sank in even deeper. Each question answered brought them one step closer to the celebrations, a reminder of the joy that awaited them just around the corner. And even amidst the academic pressures, the thought of family, love, and the bond they shared made it all worthwhile.
Finally, after finishing her exam on time, Avantika felt a wave of relief wash over her. It had been a challenging period, but with the unwavering support of her *devars*, who had spent countless hours with her in the library, she had managed to navigate through it. They had been her study buddies, staying up late, quizzing her, and ensuring she grasped every concept.
Meanwhile, Revti was ever-present, managing the household and taking care of Ansh, always keeping a watchful eye on the three of them. Her gentle guidance created a nurturing environment that allowed Avantika to focus on her studies without distractions. Aadish, too, played a crucial role in her journey. He provided mental, physical, and emotional support, ensuring that she felt loved and encouraged throughout the entire process.
As the exam came to an end, the sense of accomplishment enveloped Avantika. She had not only tackled her studies but had also deepened her bond with her family. The relationship between her and Aadish had taken a significant step forward. A simple hug felt like a profound exchange of comfort and peace, a silent promise that they were in this together.
Both of them embraced the moment wholeheartedly, savoring the warmth of their connection. It was a transition marked by love and support, a solid foundation on which they could build their future together. The wedding was just days away, but for now, they reveled in the joy of shared accomplishments and the strength of their relationship, knowing they were ready to face whatever lay ahead.
As the exam came to a close, Avantika stepped into the parking lot, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of the day. She waited for her *devars* to drive them back, but today wasnât just any trip homeâit was different. A sense of anticipation filled the air, yet it was overshadowed by a sudden rush of emotions when she glanced across the lot.
What she saw made her breath catch in her throat. There, standing confidently, was her soon-to-be husband, Aadish. He was on the phone, his demeanor relaxed yet focused, but it was the sight of him that left her momentarily speechless. The world around her seemed to fade away; she was frozen in place, unable to move, as if time itself had paused to let her absorb the moment.
Aadish had an aura about him, a magnetic pull that drew her in. She could see the faint outline of a smile on his face as he spoke, and it filled her with warmth. The reality of their relationship hit herâthe fact that he was not just her boyfriend but her future husband. The gravity of that realization washed over her, mingling with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
It felt surreal, standing there watching him, and her heart swelled with affection. As if sensing her gaze, Aadish turned his head slightly, and their eyes locked for a brief moment. In that instant, everything else around them disappeared, and the connection between them deepened. It was as if he could feel her emotions, the joy and uncertainty swirling within her.
Avantika couldnât help but wonder what this next chapter would bring. But as she stood there, rooted to the spot, all she could think about was how lucky she felt to have someone like Aadish by her side, ready to take on the world together.
avantikia pov
Today, we finally had our last exam, a culmination of sleepless nights and endless studying throughout the week. The weight lifted off our shoulders, and the sense of freedom was exhilarating. Rudra bhai sa (brother) and I had planned a surprise for Om bhai sa (brother), a little celebration to mark the end of our academic grind.
But as soon as I stepped toward the parking lot, my excitement shattered into pieces before my eyes. There, standing in front of me, was the beautiful surprise I hadnât anticipated. Mr. RajawatâAadishâwas there, breaking my thoughts and stealing my breath.
He hadnât come to pick me up or drop me off all week, and I assumed he was busy with work. Yet here he was, waiting for me, dressed in that all-black ensemble that made him look both commanding and alluring. But the black mask he wore was what truly irritated me. Why? Because it concealed part of his charm. I thought, âCome on, I know youâre gorgeous, but do you have to make it so hard for me to look at you?!â
His presence, though obscured slightly, still sent my heart racing. I felt a mix of annoyance and affection. Just the thought of not being able to see his smile was frustrating, yet I couldnât help but feel excited that he was here, just for me. The moment felt charged, as if the universe conspired to bring us together, even amidst my plans to surprise Om.
I wanted to rush over to him, to bridge the distance that separated us, but I held back for a second, letting the surprise sink in. The warmth in my chest grew, realizing that even after a week of stress and fatigue, he was here, making everything feel right again.
"Ha mante hai unn nilli aankho meh hum kho jate hai,
(Many agree, in those blue eyes, we lose ourselves)
Mgr ab chahera chupa ke Hume staya to na kare janab..."
(But now, hiding your face, donât tease us, dear...)"
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