Accidental LOVE

Unexpected Dayout

It was 6 o'clock in the morning, and Naina's phone was ringing, which woke Rajveer from his sleep.

Still half-asleep, he reached out with his hand to the side table and picked up Naina's phone.

The screen displayed 'Akshaj,' his younger brother’s name.

Rajveer looked at the phone for a moment, then put it back on the table without answering.

Just then, a message notification appeared on Naina's phone, showing Akshaj's name.

Rajveer read the message notification: "Shall we have lunch together today?"

There was more to the message, but he couldn’t read it fully because the phone was locked.

Rajveer wondered, "Since when has Akshaj started inviting people for lunch? And why is he inviting Naina?"

As far as he knew, Akshaj didn’t like interacting with many people.

Rajveer found it strange that Akshaj was messaging Naina.

For a moment, doubts crossed his mind, but he brushed them aside.

Rajveer put the phone back on the table and looked at Naina, who was curled up on her right side, sleeping like a small child.

Her face had an innocence that touched Rajveer’s heart.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

At that moment, he forgot everything else and found himself lost in Naina's happiness.

Rajveer reached out and gently pulled Naina into his arms.

Naina mumbled something in her sleep but nestled even closer to Rajveer.

Rajveer reflected on how his routine had changed over the past few days.

He used to work out in the morning, go for runs, but now he had adjusted his schedule to sleep in with Naina and moved his workouts to the gym or swimming at night.

This change was new for him, but it brought him peace.

The moments he spent with Naina had become precious to him.

Rajveer set aside his thoughts, closed his eyes, and let his heartbeat synchronize with Naina’s breathing.

As long as Naina was with him, he was ready to face any challenge.

Rajveer drifted back into a deep sleep, the smile on his face a testament to the joy Naina brought into his life.

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In the stillness of the early morning, a group of men was working quietly, transferring heavy wooden boxes from a large truck into a warehouse.

The air was thick with anticipation, and every movement was calculated.

Armed guards dressed in black suits stood like statues around the area, their eyes scanning every corner, ensuring no one came near.

The cold, hard gleam of their weapons under the dim light of the dawn made it clear—they were not to be messed with.

The men loading the boxes worked quickly but cautiously, mindful of the watchful eyes of the guards.

One of the workers, struggling to lift a particularly heavy box, grunted under its weight.

He looked over at his colleague and whispered, "Kya hai isme jo itni bhari ho gayi hai ye dabbe?"