✧It all started with a slap✧
╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying...
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I felt him stir in his sleep, whimpering and groaning loudly. I immediately got up when I noticed him, completely drenched in sweat, with his hair stuck to his forehead. His brows were drawn together, and his hands gripped the duvet tightly.
With each harsh breath, he let out a loud whimper, and his chest moved quickly.
I gently shook him to try to wake him up. "Rudra, wake up!"
I tried again to wake him up as he thrashed around the bed. I clutched his shoulders, shaking them, but his next words froze my hands in fear and filled my heart with dread.
"I didn't kill anyone. I didn't kill him. No! No! Don't leave me!" He screamed and awoke, gasping for air and pressing his hands against his chest. He shifted his gaze to me and flinched.
"I--I, uhm," he attempted to say, but nothing came out of his mouth.
"Did I say something?" he asked, looking around. I shook my head, unable to think of anything coherent. His words rang in my head, and my mind went blank. He exhaled a deep breath and relaxed.
"I am sorry I disturbed your sleep," he apologised, keeping his eyes low. "It is fine; are you all right?" I asked, finding my voice once more.
"Han, mai theek hun. Kabhi kabhi bure sapane aate hain," he says again, his gaze wandering but not settling on me. (Yes, I am fine. I sometimes have nightmares.)
"Do not worry. Go back to sleep," I said, but he said no and that he would not be able to fall back, asleep.
"At least give it a shot; you need to sleep," I said, and he sighed, leaning back and laying on his back. I sat next to him, gently scratching his scalp, hoping that by doing so, he would fall asleep. I have been running my finger through his hair for a few moments now.
"My mumma used to do this when I could not sleep or found it difficult to fall asleep," he said abruptly, startling me with his groggy voice. I smiled as I looked down at his face, his lips slightly curved as he remembered his mother.
My parents died when I was sixteen years old. So spending the next few years by myself was challenging. It has been five years since they have been gone.
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My neck and left shoulder hurt when I woke up. I dozed off, with my hand in Rudra's hair and my head tilted on my arm. I sat up, groaned in pain, and rotated my neck.
Rudra was still sleeping, so I decided to let him rest for a while. I went to the restroom and returned with my hair wet, having just showered. I wore a simple kurti.
"Fucking hell, she is so beautiful," he said, his voice deep with sleepiness, and I do not think he meant to say it out loud because he was staring with a strange look in his eyes. I felt my cheeks burning.
His eyes were darting around my frame, making me aware of his gaze. I quickly went into the closet to apply vermillion to my partition. When I returned, I heard the water running and went downstairs, my anklets belling loudly as I walked down the stairs. I should change them or perhaps remove them.
