𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

Chapter Thirty-Five: Whispers of Affection

It was 5.30 in the morning when Shubman stirred awake due to an uncomfortable position. He woke up balancing himself on his elbow on the bed to have a look at Geetanjali making him blush at their last night's activities. He sighed in happiness but it was soon replaced with a frown as his gaze wandered over her body scars from missions and many more. He mentally slapped himself for getting lost so in desire that he didn't observe this. Lying his head on her chest for a few minutes before he left he traced his fingers on the scar that was on her breast making a mental note to kiss each one next time. He held her few minutes listening to her calm sleeping heartbeat.

Five minutes later getting up he brought a damp cloth to clean her and the mess they made before cleaning himself. He tucked her in the blankets before getting dressed. A gentle smile graced his lips as he took a moment to appreciate the quiet beauty of the scene before him. As he stood there, quietly observing her, he found himself entranced by the way her eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly with each breath.

Sitting close, he gently traced the contours of her face with his fingertips, admiring each delicate feature as if they were works of art. His fingers lightly traced the contours of her face. Shubman couldn't help but admire the unique beauty in every feature. "Your skin, though it may be rough in places, holds a certain kind of warmth that draws me in," he murmured softly. "And your lips... they're like delicate petals, each one a testament to your grace."

As his fingertips brushed over her eyelashes, he marvelled at their delicate fluttering. "Your eyelashes, like lily petals dancing in the breeze, add to the charm of your gaze," he said with a gentle smile.

Gently, he traced the bridge of her nose, feeling the subtle imperfections that made her all the more endearing. "And your nose, with its few freckles and tiny imperfections, only adds to its character," he continued, his touch tender and reverent.

Finally, his fingers lingered on her chin, holding it gently. "This chin of yours," he said, his voice filled with adoration, "it's just the perfect shape to fit in my fingers, a comforting reminder of how perfectly imperfect you are."

Leaning in closer, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling back slightly to meet her peaceful slumber. "You're beautiful in every way, my love," he whispered, his words filled with sincerity and love. "And I wouldn't change a single thing about you."

He reached for a pen and paper, quickly jotting down a note: "Leaving early. Gotta wake my sunshine up and get her ready for the airport. Meet you at the airport - Your  Love Agent Gill" He chuckled softly as he added the last part. Although he wasn't typically referred to by his last name among his loved ones, being called "Gill" by her always stirred a unique thrill within him, unlike anything his given name evoked.

Pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, he moved quietly out of the house, leaving the note where she would easily find it.

Starting the car, he began navigating the early morning streets of Delhi. The cool breeze of the morning flowed in through his open windows, offering a refreshing sensation as he drove. His gaze wandered over the sparse scattering of people here and there, the city still slowly waking up around him.

Recalling the events of the previous hours, he couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through him, accompanied by a slight blush. Each moment seemed to carry a sense of bliss that was difficult to articulate. Suppressing a smile, he absentmindedly pressed his index finger between his teeth.

Reaching his home, the blush still lingering on his face, he swiftly inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. With careful steps, he tiptoed into his room, mindful not to disturb anyone who might still be asleep. Without delay, he made his way into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

As the warm water cascaded over him, he closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment of solitude. The memories danced in his mind, each one accompanied by a rush of emotions that he struggled to contain. Despite the lingering blush and the fluttering in his chest, he couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that enveloped him.

After dressing in his joggers and t-shirt, he made his way towards Anamika's room. As he gently pushed the door open, he couldn't help but smile at the sight before him. There she was, sleeping soundly, with her hands and legs sprawled out, and her mouth slightly open in peaceful slumber.

His heart warmed at the sight of her, and he couldn't resist the urge to quietly approach her bedside. There, nestled beside her, was her beloved husky soft toy, a constant companion in her dreams. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her innocence and the simple joy she found in the comfort of her toy.

As he lay next to her, he gently pulled her into his embrace, feeling her initially protest with a soft whine before she gradually yielded, nestling her face against his chest. In her sleep, she muttered something indiscernible, her voice barely audible as she drifted into the embrace of dreams. He listened intently, catching the faint murmurs that escaped her lips.

He listened intently as she muttered in her sleep, her words barely audible but filled with anticipation. "Australia... beach house..." Her voice carried a hint of excitement, her dreams painting vivid images of sunny shores and carefree moments. "I can't wait to feel the sand between my toes... the warmth of the sun on my skin," she whispered, her words drifting softly into the quiet of the morning.

He chuckled softly at her whispered dreams, marvelling at her excitement even in the depths of sleep. With tender affection, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, silently blessing her dreams of sunny beaches and tranquil moments.