Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 44

Prabhneet Kaur Aulakh

I never thought love would feel like this—so overwhelming, so deep, and so uncontrollable. It wasn't supposed to happen. I had a plan, a clear goal: to marry him for my family's honor and make his life as difficult as possible. I wanted to see him suffer. But now, I was the one suffering.

Because I had fallen in love with him.

It was a quiet night, and the only sound in the dimly lit room was the soft rhythm of his breathing. The warm glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows on his face, highlighting his sharp features. His strong jawline, his perfectly sculpted cheekbones—it was as if God Himself had carved him with special care. I couldn't help but reach out, my fingertips tracing the outline of his face, memorizing every inch.

He stirred slightly under my touch but didn't wake up. His arm, which had been draped around my waist, tightened just a little, pulling me closer. My heart skipped a beat.

How did this happen? How did I go from wanting to ruin him to wanting nothing more than to be held by him?

The memory of last night played in my mind like an old movie. We had gone out, just the two of us, wandering through the bustling city streets. He had held my hand the entire time, his grip firm, protective. Every time I tried to pull away, he just held on tighter, as if letting go wasn't an option.

"You always run from me," he had said with a small smile, his voice teasing but his eyes serious.

I had rolled my eyes, pretending I didn't care. "And you always chase me."

"Of course," he had replied without hesitation. "I always will."

Those words had sent a shiver down my spine. There was something about the way he said them, like a quiet promise. A promise I wasn't sure I was ready to accept.

But then there was the moment under the moonlight. We had found a quiet rooftop, away from the noise of the city. He had pulled me into his arms, and for the first time, I didn't resist.

"I never thought I'd love someone like this," he had murmured against my hair.

I had frozen, my breath catching in my throat. Love. He had said it so easily, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. But for me, love had always been complicated. Messy. Dangerous.

I had pulled back slightly, looking up at him. "Why?" I had asked. "Why me?"

He had smiled then, a real smile, the kind that reached his deep brown eyes. "Because you make my world make sense."

And then, before I could think, before I could stop myself, I had kissed him.

Now, lying in bed beside him, I relived that kiss. The way his lips had felt against mine—warm, firm, yet incredibly gentle. The way his fingers had slid into my hair, holding me as if I was something precious. It had been unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

I sighed softly, pressing my face against his chest, breathing him in. His scent—something fresh and masculine—wrapped around me, making me feel safe in a way I didn't understand.

"Stop thinking so much," his sleepy voice suddenly murmured against my forehead.

I tensed. "You're awake?"

He chuckled, his voice still thick with sleep. "I have been for a while."

Embarrassment flooded me. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I like it when you touch me like that," he admitted, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look at him. His gaze was heavy with something I couldn't quite name, something that made my stomach flip. "And because I know you were thinking about last night."