❞𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐇 [𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧] ✔

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

"tere bina ab kaise jiye
o sajni re"

JANHAVI

It was already night and I wanted to grab a pillow and sleep. The whole day had been fucking tedious and I had no more energy left in me. I was about to jump into the bed when I realised that I was wearing Didi's sari and it was rather heavy. She had given me this to wear when the guests had come to offer their condolences.

This saree wouldn't let me sleep, but I didn't bring anything to wear either! I was moving towards the door to ask didi for a lighter dress when I bumped into someone, someone very familiar. He grabbed me by my waist to stop me from falling.

"Kahaan ja rahi ho? Why are you in such a hurry?", he asked.

"Are actually main didi se kapde maangne jaa rahi thi. I won't be able to sleep in this", I said pointing at my saree.

His hands were still rested on my waist.

"Tumhare kapde haina?", he asked being confused.

"When did I pack clothes?", I asked yawning.

He tugged me by my waist and made me sit on the bed.

"I packed some of your clothes, tum baitho main nikal deta hu", he said taking a suitcase out of the corner.

As I was eyeing him, he unzipped the suitcase and took out various clothes from it. After digging into it for a while, he pulled out the kurti and pants I usually wear at night.

"Aur kuch lagega?", he asked while handing me those clothes.

I actually needed a bra, the one I was wearing was too stiff to wear while sleeping but... did he pack my lingeries as well? I don't think so..

"Nahi", I said because the next conversation might turn too embarrassing for me.

He nodded and got up. I went inside the bathroom to change into the clothes I had in my hand. When I returned back to the room, Ishan ji had already tidied the bed and laid pillows and sheets for both of us.

He was sitting on the bed and scrolling through his phone. Yawning again, I locked the door and came to the bed.

Suddenly Ishan Ji's phone rang up.

Ishan ji? Doesn't it sound a bit weird nowadays?

A weird memory of me calling him 'Ishu' hit me and it seemed really weird. I couldn't comprehend it quite well. Ishu? Seriously?

My thoughts were interrupted by Ishan ji. "Janhavi? Shubi baat karega ekbaar karlo please", she said handing his phone to me.

I nodded and took the phone from him.

"Janhavi? Mujhe abhi Ishu ne bola. You're okay?", he said, concern etched in his voice.

"Hmm", I said faintly.

"We are always with you haan? Don't worry you're not alone"

"I know Shubman. Thank you so much"

"Okay tum so jao. Good night", he said and cut the call.

"You go to sleep, you're looking really tired", Ishan ji said.

I nodded and dropped on the bed. He turned off the lights.

I was very sleepy and even fell asleep for a while but the stiff bra was feeling really uncomfortable and kept waking me up. After adjusting many it a times, I finally got up.

I tried my best to be quiet as Ishan ji was fast asleep. Turning on the torch in my phone, I went to open the suitcase.

I searched into the clothes if he had packed any lingerie of mine but they were nowhere to be found.