Aradhana: His only worship

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Apologies for the delay! Here is the chapter.

Long chapter!

Bas tujhe chaahna

Ik yehi kaam hai

Kaam aane lagi saari bekariyan

Uspe shama bhi hai pyaraaa

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Warning ⚠️: 18+ content ahead!!

Aradhana's POV

Next Morning

*Ring*

*Ring*

The sound of the phone ringing pierced through the silence, tugging me from the edges of a dream. With a heavy sigh, I kept my eyes closed, my hand blindly searching for the source of the noise. But something heavy weighed down on my chest, keeping me anchored in place.

"Ahh," I hissed, frustration mounting as I struggled to remove the weight pressing me down. The phone's persistent ringing grated on my nerves, pushing me to pry my eyes open. They fluttered weakly at first, resisting the urge to wake up, but eventually, I forced them open, yawning deeply.

And then I saw it-

"Ahhh!" I screamed, panic surging through me as I shoved the heavy object off my chest and scrambled backward, propping myself up on my elbows. The remnants of sleep vanished instantly, leaving me wide awake, heart pounding in my chest.

"What the fuck, woman?" came the groggy voice of Rana Sa, his tone a mix of irritation and exhaustion. The light flicked on, and I froze, my eyes widening as they adjusted to the sudden brightness. There he was, sitting on the floor, his hair disheveled, eyes half-closed, and voice laced with huskiness from sleep.

"Wait... were you sleeping on me?" I stammered, gathering what little courage I had to speak. My words seemed to cut through the haze of his sleep, earning me a sharp look that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Oh, the weight was you," I muttered, a mix of relief and disbelief in my voice. I pushed my tangled hair away from my face and tried to sit up properly on the sofa-only to realize that the sofa had somehow transformed into a makeshift bed. My frown deepened as I turned my gaze back to Rana Sa.

"This sofa-" My words caught in my throat as I noticed his eyes, dark and intense, staring back at me. His gaze was unreadable, but it sent a ripple of unease through me.

I gulped and, hesitantly, spread my arms in a gesture of invitation. His eyes blinked, and with a sigh, he got up and moved toward me, closing the distance between us.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around me, and before I knew it, I was pressed back against the sofa, his weight settling comfortably on top of me. His warmth seeped into my skin, and I could feel his breath against my neck, steady and calming.

"Better?" I whispered, my voice soft as I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him.

"Much better," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet contentment as he tightened his hold on me. As his breathing evened out, memories of the previous night's events flooded my mind, making my heart swell with a strange mix of emotions.