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तेरी हर अदा से मोहब्बत है हमें,
तेरे हर लफ्ज़ से मोहब्बत है हमें।
हमें तो बस तेरे होने का अहसास चाहिए,
क्योंकि तेरे बिना जीना गवारा नहीं हमें। 🎀
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AVANTIKA'S POV
I felt a warmth around my waist, a comforting presence that held me securely. My heart fluttered as I felt soft breaths against my face, a steady rhythm that matched my own.
For a moment, I stayed still, relishing the unfamiliar sense of peace that wrapped around me like a protective cocoon.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking against the soft morning light filtering into the room.
As my vision cleared, I found myself face-to-face with him, his peaceful expression just inches from mine.
His features, softened by sleep, looked different than they usually did-gentler, almost vulnerable.
His arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me close, and his shirt was slightly crumpled where my hand had gripped it tightly in my sleep.
The sight of him so close, his features relaxed and calm, made my heart skip a beat.
I couldn't help but admire him-the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead, the gentle curve of his lips, the strong line of his jaw. There was a sense of security in his presence, a comfort I hadn't expected.
The steady rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his body against mine, all made me feel strangely safe, as though nothing could harm me as long as I was in his arms.
For a moment, I let myself be lost in the details of his face. He looked so different like this, so approachable and serene. It was a side of him I rarely saw, and it stirred something deep within me.
But then, like a cold wave crashing over me, realization hit. This wasn't right. We weren't supposed to be this close, this intimate. Our marriage was not one of choice, but of necessity.
We were bound together by circumstances beyond our control, not by love or affection. The reality of our situation weighed heavily on me, pulling me back from the brief moment of peace.
As I lay there, a flood of doubts and insecurities began to seep into my mind. My thoughts spiraled, taking me back to the taunts and whispers I had overheard during the wedding.
Words that had etched themselves into my mind, cutting deep and leaving scars that hadn't healed.
"She's too plain for him," one voice had said, dripping with judgment.
"She's not beautiful enough to hold his attention," another had sneered.
"So quiet, so dull-how will she ever fit into such a lively family?"
Those words replayed in my mind like a broken record, each one a sharp jab that made me shrink further into myself. I thought about the women I had seen at the wedding, their bright smiles, their confident laughter, their effortless beauty.
Women who seemed to belong in his world, who could match his charm and charisma with their own.
And then there was me. Plain, quiet, introverted me. I wasn't like them. I didn't have their grace, their poise, their ability to light up a room with their presence.
