बड़ी बिगड़ैल है ये यादें देर रात को टहलने निकलती है... ~Aviraaj S. Rathore -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
3rd Person's POV
Aarayna tossed and turned in her sleep, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead to her neck. She muttered incomprehensible words as Aviraaj, fresh from a meeting, was taken aback by her state. Without hesitation, he rushed to her side, attempting to rouse her from her slumber.
"Aarayna wake up, it is just a bad dream, sshhh "
With a firm grip on her shoulders, he drew her closer, swaying gently as he held her. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she forcefully pushed him, causing him to lose his balance and stumble away from the bed. In a burst of anger, she let out a loud shout,
"Don't ever fucking touch me! "
Aviraaj approached her cautiously, his eyes filled with icy disdain. He couldn't stand a single thing she had done or said. However, as he drew closer, he couldn't help but notice that she seemed lost in a daze. From his vantage point below, she appeared like a captivating seductress, with her tousled hair clinging to her sweaty face, and the soft lighting casting an enchanting glow. Aviraaj rose to his feet, moving slowly towards her with his hands held out in front of him.
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"It's me, Rayna, relax "
As I grasped her hands gently, she remained unfazed, her touch sending a chill down my spine, she was cold, too cold. Her eyes, devoid of any emotion, locked onto mine, as if searching for something within me. Earlier, I could hear her faint murmurs, desperately pleading for salvation from an unknown threat. And then, amidst her whispers, I distinctly heard my name escape her lips. But why? She was never one to fear anything, yet the terror etched on her face upon awakening was undeniable. Perhaps her panic attacks and nightmares were intertwined, stemming from the same source. I must uncover the truth, delve into that file, but first and foremost, I must ensure her well-being.
As I sat beside her, holding her tightly in my arms, I couldn't help but notice her lack of emotion. It was as if she had built a wall around her heart, shielding herself from the world. Yet, she fit perfectly in my embrace, allowing me to hold her. I gently leaned her head on my shoulder, and to my surprise, she didn't resist. I wondered what had caused her to become so guarded, so distant. But then, she looked at me with her cold, empty eyes and held my face in her hands. I could feel the chill of her touch, just like her gaze. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, vanishing into the hollow of her neck. I decided to let her be, to let her relax in whatever way she felt necessary. She took a deep breath, almost as if she couldn't believe I was there in front of her. It was incredibly rare to witness such vulnerability in a woman who concealed her emotions so well.
She left my face and kept her head on my heart, which was beating slightly faster, and snuggled more muttering a sorry.
My heart clenched due to her tone of vulnerability, I held her tightly and told her,
