You own my heart ( short story series)

Part-1

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Bondita stood outside Anirudh's room, her hand trembling slightly as she raised it to knock. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. 

Her emotions had been in turmoil for months, a chaotic mix she hadn't quite known how to handle. Anirudh was her husband, but for him, she was still just his responsibility, his student. He'd always been her guide, the one to shape her into someone capable of independence and intelligence. And that should have been enough. But it wasn't anymore.

Somewhere along the way, her feelings had shifted. She no longer saw him just as her teacher or her protector. He was Anirudh—her husband—and she wanted him to see her as more than the little girl he'd once taken under his wing. But that desire felt futile. To him, she was still the same old Bondita, and it was as if he refused to see her any differently. She wanted him to see her as the woman she was becoming—one who was capable of more complex emotions, deeper feelings... the kind she was trying so hard to suppress now.

Her heart raced as she knocked, the sound of her fist echoing in the silence of the hallway. For a second, nothing happened, and she contemplated turning around, walking away before she had to face him. But then she heard his deep voice—calm, composed, and yet so unfamiliar in how it affected her now.

"Come in," he called.

Bondita swallowed and reached for the doorknob. As she pushed the door open. She hadn't even fully stepped inside when her eyes widened in shock.

Anirudh stood there, his body glistening with droplets of water as if he had just stepped out of the shower. A towel was wrapped casually around his waist, and his bare chest, strong and well-defined, stood in stark contrast to the controlled, almost distant man she knew him to be. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she froze, unable to look away.

Her eyes roamed over him, tracing the lines of his torso, the subtle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. The heat that flushed her cheeks was immediate, and she could hear her own thoughts screaming at her to stop. Control yourself, Bondita. You're here for Kaka Sasur ji's message, nothing more. It's wrong to look at him like that. He's your teacher, your mentor, your.................... husband.

But no matter how much she told herself to turn away, her body refused to obey. She had never seen him like this before, never allowed herself to imagine him in this way, and yet here he was, standing before her, so effortlessly affecting her in ways she couldn't quite understand.

"Bondita?" Anirudh's voice cut through her thoughts, and the soft, almost gentle tone of his voice broke her trance.

Her cheeks burned, and she immediately looked away, biting her lip to hide the flustered smile threatening to surface.

"Pati Babu..." she began, her voice more shaky than she wanted it to be, "Kaka Sasur ji sent me to call you for breakfast. He's waiting."

Anirudh turned to face her, his usual warm smile on his lips, but there was something in his gaze—something that flickered for just a second before he masked it. He noticed the change in her, the distance that had been growing between them over the past few weeks. It was subtle, but it was there. She wasn't as close to him as before, and it annoyed him in ways he couldn't quite understand.