𝐈𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐪

𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩:-

“Don't worry Jaan, I'll never let you fall. Not after knowing that you have become the world to me.” I whispered and she hummed in response.

My eyes widened, when I looked down she was sleeping peacefully. A chuckle skipped for my lips, I think she had a habit of speaking in sleep.

I scooped her a little up and something unexpected happened. her face turned towards me, and her lips lightly brushed against the side of my neck.

The touch was so soft, so feather-light , a whisper of warmth and softness that sent an electric shock through my body. For a moment, I was paralyzed, my mind struggling to process the sensation.

It was as if time had stopped, and all I could focus on was the lingering feel of her lips against my skin. My whole body felt numb and goosebumps erupted in my whole body.

My heart raced in my chest, a thunderous drumbeat that echoed in my ears. I knew it was an accident, a simple mistake made in the depths of sleep, but the impact it had on me was anything but accidental.

I tried to calm myself, rationalizing that it meant nothing, that it was just a fleeting moment without significance.

The touch had been so innocent, so unintended, yet it had stirred something deep within me. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, trying to calm the sudden rush of feelings coursing through me.

But the sensation lingered, an undeniable reminder of how close we were, how vulnerable we both were in that moment.

I gently put her on the bed and covered her till her neck as Aditya has said. She snuggled into the warmth of the blanket

I pulled away, careful not to disturb her sleep, but the imprint of her lips on my neck remained, a sensation that seemed to burn with a soft, persistent warmth.

My heart thudded in my chest, a rhythm that matched the anxious flutter of butterflies in my stomach. I had been standing here for what felt like an eternity, gathering the courage to approach the one person who had unknowingly captured my heart.

The room was cozy, the air carrying a faint hint of lavender from the bouquet on the nightstand. It was a space that mirrored Ruhanika's essence-soft, warm, and calming.

I could hear her steady breathing, a soft cadence that brought a sense of peace to my restless thoughts. She lay curled up under a thick blanket, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow like a cascade of silk. Her hair looks long but I don't know till where they end.

I took a tentative step forward, my sneakers making the faintest scuffle on the wooden floor.

My gaze was fixed on Ruhanika, her face bathed in the gentle glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. She looked so peaceful, so untouched by the chaos that churned within me.

My eyes never leave her face. She looked so beautiful, so calm, and so out of reach. Yet, she was right there, within arm's length, and I longed to tell her everything that had been brewing inside me for so long.

I paused at the edge of her bed, my hands trembling slightly as I reached out to brush a lock of hair from her face.

My fingers lingered for a moment, savoring the warmth of her skin. She stirred slightly but didn't wake, and I couldn't help but smile at how peaceful she looked.

My fingers hovered just above her skin, as though the mere touch would shatter the tranquility of the moment.

My heart ached with a mix of longing and hesitation. I had never imagined it would come to this-confessing my feelings while she slept, unable to hear the words I had practiced over and over in my mind.