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Inayat, a 25-year-old with a heart of gold, has been navigating life solo since a tragic accident took her parents and her memories. Raised in an orphanage, she stepped into the world at 1...
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Inayat pov: -
I open my eyes slowly; my head hurts so much. I take my surroundings and find myself in my room lying on bed. I try to get up but I feel some weight on me. I look to my side and find Veer asleep on my arm while his half body is on floor.
He looks uncomfortable. "Veer." I say or more like I whisper he doesn't respond. "veer" this time I say louder also shaking him by shoulder and he wakes up. He looks around and then look at me and suddenly hugs me "god you scared me today." He says "I'm sorry I don't know what happened." I say.
"What happened to me?" I ask "you had low blood sugar and BP that's why you fell unconscious." He says giving me water from the bedside and I drink it.
"Freshen up, I'll bring dinner here," he says, leaving the room. I glance at the clock; it's already 7 pm. I've never been out this long before. Why can't I remember anything? Shaking off the confusion, I rise and head towards the bathroom.
When I emerge, Veer is seated on the couch, two plates neatly arranged on the table. "Why haven't you eaten?" I ask, settling onto the couch and tucking my legs beneath me. "I wanted to eat with you," he replies. Nodding, I pick up my plate and start eating. Then I notice that only my plate has kheer. "Don't you want some kheer?" I ask. "I'm not a fan of sweet dishes," he responds. "Who doesn't like sweets? Here, taste it," I insist, extending my spoon towards him. When he doesn't open his mouth, I plead, "Please." He sighs and finally accepts a spoonful of kheer. A wide smile spreads across my face at this small victory.
"It's really good," he admits, licking his lips. "I'm glad you like it." The light from the lamp casts a warm glow on his face, making his features seem softer, more approachable.
I find myself growing more comfortable with him, more at ease. Maybe it's the familiarity of the setting or maybe it's just him, but I feel safe here, with Veer.
He gazes at me with a soft smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with admiration. Under his gaze, I feel safe and cherished. Suddenly, I wince in pain as I bite my tongue. "What happened?" he asks with concern. "Nothing serious, just bit my tongue while eating," I reply, trying to soothe the stinging pain. He shakes his head and advises, "You should focus on your food while eating, not on me when I'm all yours." Feeling a sudden heat rush through me, I turn away to sip some cold water. I'm not sure why, but his words make my heart race.
"You should get some sleep now," I suggest to Veer as he returns from washing his hands in the bathroom. He nods in agreement and leaves the room, but not before wishing me goodnight and planting a gentle kiss on my forehead.
