Devika wakes up to find herself alone in bed, the sheets still warm and the scent of Vikrant lingering in the air. She rubs her eyes and sits up, hearing the faint sound of a piano playing from the living room.
She gets out of bed, still wearing nothing but Vikrant's white shirt. She walks towards the living room, her footsteps soft and cautious on the hardwood floor.
Devika enters the living room and sees Vikrant sitting at the piano, shirtless with a pair of grey joggers hugging his hips, a plain silver chain around his neck. He plays the piano with a level of skill and expertise that is clearly the result of years of practice.
The sight of him, in his casual attire, playing the piano so beautifully, is undeniably sexy and captivating.
Vikrant continues playing the piano, now shifting his focus to the Twilight soundtrack. He strikes the keys with skilled precision, and the melody of "Bella's Lullaby," the iconic tune from the movie, fills the air.
The soft and beautiful notes wash over Devika, and she stands in the doorway, transfixed by the sight of him playing so intently and skillfully.
As Devika approaches, Vikrant smiles warmly and pats the space between his thighs, gesturing for her to sit down. She obliges, settling against him, his body providing a firm and comfortable support.
"teach me". Devika says looking at piano keys then him.
Vikrant then wraps his arms around her, guiding her hands to the keys.
"I'll teach you some basic chords," he says, his voice a low, soothing whisper in her ear. "Just follow my lead."
He covers her hands with his own, demonstrating the hand positions and finger placements necessary for each chord. As he guides her through the motions, his body is pressed closely against her, the warmth of his chest against her back sending shivers down her spine.
As Devika starts to get the hang of it, Vikrant loosens his grip on her slightly, allowing her to play the chords on her own. His hands hover over hers, ready to intervene if she makes a mistake, but he lets her experiment and find her own rhythm.
As Devika stops playing and leans her
head back against his chest, Vikrant wraps his arms around her, holding her close in a gentle embrace.
"When i was 10 years old, i always wanted to play piano but it never happened". She says and sigh sadly.
"Why didn't you?" he asks, his voice soft and soothing. "Why didn't you get to learn piano, even though you wanted to?"
Devika turns around on his lap to face him, Vikrant looks at her with a mixture of empathy and anger in his eyes. He can see the pain and sadness in her words as she shares her past experiences with him.
"My father never likes me, he never seen me as his daughter and neglected things i wanted". Devika says with shaky low voice.
He listens intently to her story, his arms still wrapped around her, providing a sense of security and comfort. When she mentions her father's neglect and indifference, his heart clenches, and his grip on her tightens ever so slightly.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. "No child should ever be made to feel unwanted or invisible by their own parent."
Vikrant kisses her forehead gently, he speaks in a soft and comforting tone. "You have me, Devika."
His words hold a deeper meaning, a promise that he's there for her, that he sees her, that he cares. The weight of his words hangs in the air, the significance of his promise not lost on her.
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