FORCED MARRIAGE<3||SWARNALI

Part 11

Y/N POV: I woke up in the middle of the night, Nischay was sleeping with his head on my shoulder.At the speed the train is moving,I guess we will reach by early morning.

For a moment I stared at Nischay's face. He looks like an innocent child while sleeping, again he slept with his glasses on.

The day before my eyes flashed when Nischay fell asleep with his head in my lap like this,He did not open his glasses that day, even today.

I felt a gentle bump as the train shifted tracks, and it brought me back to the present moment. Nischay stirred slightly but didn't wake up, his glasses still perched precariously on his nose. I carefully reached up and removed them, placing them safely in the case on the small table in front of us. His face, now free of glasses, looked even more peaceful, the soft light from the window casting gentle shadows.

I couldn't help but smile, remembering how he'd always forget to take them off when he was too tired. It was one of those small, endearing quirks that made him who he was.

The rhythmic clattering of the train on the tracks was soothing, and I found myself drifting into my own thoughts. We had come a long way, both literally and metaphorically, to be on this journey together. It felt like a metaphor for our relationship-sometimes bumpy, sometimes smooth, but always moving forward.

Suddenly, the train gave a sharper jolt, and Nischay's eyes fluttered open. He looked up at me, momentarily confused, then smiled sleepily.

Nischay-Main kya fir se so gaya tha?

his voice thick with sleep.

I nodded, chuckling softly.

Y/M- han, aur tum fir se apna chashma utarana bhul gaye the!

He laughed quietly, a sound that was comforting in the quiet of the night.

Nischay- Thanks for looking out for me.

hifting to sit up straighter but still leaning into me.

Y/N- tumhare liye kuchh bhi! ❤️

feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the shared blanket draped over us.

As the train continued its journey through the night, I felt a sense of contentment. Whatever lay ahead, I knew we would face it together.

I was watching the window view.

Nischay- so.. poetess ji..kuch likha kya?

I turned to him and nodded.

Nischay- sunaya bhi nahi, kab likhaa??

Y/N- abhi!

Nischay- itna fast?💀

I was straightly looking into his eyes.

Y/N-
Pehle kahan aata tha humko,
Yeh Ishq ka sweater bunna?
Tere aane se Jaise Sikh gaye ho
Aasman se sitare chunna!
Tu Meri Kalam, Main Teri diary ban gayi!
Main Shayar,to tu Meri shayari ban gayi!
🌙❤️ (No copy)

Nischay's jaw dropped again.

Nischay- bro for real? Tumne on the spot banaya?🙂

I nodded.

Nischay- dhanya hai maate ap, Charan kaha hai apke?

I chuckled.

Y/N- shukriya bro!

Nischay- 😒hey am not your bro!

Y/N-are chill it's gaming wala bro!

Nischay- Tum ek Engineer dekhke shaadi krlo!.. fir mujhe bhi bulana!