𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲*

Contains Violence read-only if you are comfortable

Chapter Forty-two: Answer Me Correctly

Shubman grabbed him by the collar and threw him onto an old rusty chair, swiftly tying him up with a rope. Geetanjali's eyes blazed with fury as she glared at the man who dared to harm her daughter and her beloved. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her expression reflecting her fierce protectiveness.

Geetanjali closed the door behind her before striding purposefully towards the intruder, her intent clear. Shubman's eyes widened in realization; he knew exactly what she was about to do. Geetanjali was going to unleash her agent Vasisth, a force feared by notorious criminals, though it wasn't really necessary right now. However, her anger was fueling her determination as the intruder posed a threat to him and their daughter.

Geetanjali, ready to confront the intruder, tensed to strike, but Shubman intervened, trying to hold her back. Despite his efforts, Geetanjali's strength made it difficult for him to restrain her. She struggled against his grip, her muscles taut with the desire to defend her family and unleash her power upon the threat.

Feeling her frustration and determination, Shubman tightened his grip around her waist, gently pulling her closer. He began to pepper kisses along her neck, each one a soft, soothing gesture meant to calm her racing emotions. As he kissed her, he whispered softly, his voice a comforting presence amidst the chaos. "Shh, Geetanjali, it's okay. I've got this. Let's handle this together," he murmured, his words a reassurance of his support and love.

Geetanjali leaned into his touch, gradually calming down, although her hands remained clenched in fists. Shubman maintained his hold on her as he spoke, his voice steady and reassuring. "Let's sleep for now. We can deal with him tomorrow," he suggested. "Your punch to his neck was enough to knock him out until evening," he added, chuckling softly.

Geetanjali hesitated, reluctant to leave the intruder unattended. Sensing her reluctance, Shubman gently scolded her, his voice firm but gentle. "I know you want to make sure he doesn't pose a threat, but we need rest too," he said softly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll keep an eye on him, I promise. But for now, let's prioritize our own safety and get some sleep." His words carried a sense of logic and concern for both of them, urging Geetanjali to prioritize their well-being. Reluctantly, she nodded, conceding to Gill's reasoning, and allowed him to lead her away from the scene.

As they lay down, Geetanjali hugged Shubman tightly, burying her nose in the crook of his neck. He could feel the wetness on his neck, a sign of the tears she had been holding back. His heart clenched at the realization of her distress.

Feeling her tears against his skin, Shubman held Geetanjali's face at arm's length, gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. Concern etched into his features, he spoke softly, "What happened, darling?"

Geetanjali's breath caught in her throat as she looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine concern reflected in them. With a trembling voice, she began to speak, her words choked with emotion. "I... I just can't shake off the fear, Shubman," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "The thought of someone trying to harm our family... it terrifies me."

Shubman's heart ached as he listened to Geetanjali's words, feeling her fear deeply. With a tender smile, he reached out to gently wipe away her tears, his touch a soothing balm to her troubled soul.

"I understand, my Gia," he murmured, his voice filled with love and reassurance. "But you're stronger than you think. You showed incredible courage today, protecting us when we needed it most. You saved us, just like I know you can overcome any challenge that comes our way."

Geetanjali hiccuped as she spoke, her voice trembling with emotion. "But we're agents, Shubman. Falling in love... I think we've invited more trouble to Anamika," she managed to say before Shubman interrupted her by pressing his lips against hers, silencing her fears with his love and passion.

He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes burning with anger as he gazed into Geetanjali's. He drew her closer, their noses almost touching, his voice firm yet filled with emotion.

"Geetanjali," he began, his tone intense. "I won't let fear dictate our lives. We may be agents, but that doesn't mean we can't love and protect our family. Anamika is stronger because of our love, not weaker. Together, we'll face whatever challenges come our way, and we'll do it as a family."

Geetanjali opened her mouth, her brows furrowed with another fear she was about to voice, but before she could speak, Shubman gently placed a finger over her lips, silencing her.

"No more fears, my love," he whispered, his voice tender yet resolute. "We'll tackle whatever comes our way together, just like we always have. Trust in our love, trust in our strength."

Geetanjali nodded, her fingers gently tracing along his face from his eyes to his lips, causing a shiver to run down his spine at her touch. Her finger then trailed down to the scar on his neck. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to the scar, softly sucking on it, eliciting a contented sigh from him as he relaxed into her embrace.

She moved back up to his lips, giving them a tender peck before whispering, "Right now, our priority should be Anamika. I want her beach picnic tomorrow to be the best."

He smiled beautifully, admiring her embracing motherhood alongside her duties as an agent. Returning her affection, he planted a sweet kiss on her lips before murmuring, "Goodnight," as they prepared to rest, knowing that whatever challenges awaited them, they would face them together.

The next day, both woke up early to prepare sandwiches and snacks for the picnic. Geetanjali then went to wake up Anamika, gently coaxing her to take a bath and get ready for their day at the beach. Surprisingly, Anamika complied happily, excited for the day ahead, while Shubman observed from the doorway of the bathroom with narrowed eyes.

"You don't let your dad bathe you without being cranky, and here with Aunt Gia, you're playing happily with rubber ducks," he remarked with amusement and bewilderment at Anamika's sudden cooperation.

Anamika, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm, turned to her Daddy with a mischievous grin and replied, "Well, Daddy, Aunt Gia makes bath time fun! Besides, I know we're going to the beach today, and I want to be super clean before we go build sandcastles and swim in the ocean!" Her excitement was contagious, and Shubman couldn't help but chuckle at her reasoning.

At the beach, the sun danced on the waves, painting the sand with golden hues as Geetanjali, Shubman, and Anamika settled down with their picnic. Anamika's laughter filled the air as she darted around, collecting seashells. Shubman helped set up umbrellas and spread out the picnic blanket while Geetanjali laid out the delicious spread of sandwiches, fruits, and snacks.

With appetites whetted, they dug into the food, savouring each bite amidst the salty breeze. Anamika eagerly devoured her favourite sandwich, her face smeared with crumbs and a wide grin plastered on her face. After the satisfying meal, they embarked on their beach adventures. Geetanjali and Anamika teamed up to build towering sandcastles adorned with seashells, while Shubman took a stroll along the shoreline, her feet sinking into the soft sand.

As the day waned, they dipped their toes into the cool ocean, the waves lapping gently at their feet. Anamika squealed with delight as she splashed around, her infectious joy spreading to Geetanjali and Shubman.

As the day drew to a close and Anamika fell asleep, exhausted from her beach adventures, Vasisth and Gill found themselves in the dimly lit storeroom around 1 am. Their eyes met the gaze of an intruder, wide with fear as they entered who was now awake. With their strong and imposing presence, both of them took a seat in front of him on small stools. They cracked their knuckles, a subtle yet intimidating gesture, as they prepared to confront the unwelcome visitor.

Geetanjali took out a tool from her back pocket, untangling the intruder's hand and holding it tight in her grasp. The intruder shivered as he looked at her, his fear evident in his eyes. Geetanjali's voice was low and menacing as she spoke, her tone sending chills down his spine. Despite the intimidating aura she exuded, she reached out and began to caress the intruder's fingers with an unexpected gentleness. "Answer me correctly, or each of your fingers comes off."