You Are Mine

13. fear

Armaan's pov

"With every fiber of my being, I yearn to take her hand and lead her out of the shadows that haunt her, to gently guide her away from the pain that still echoes through her soul. I vow to be her unwavering rock, her sanctuary of peace, where she can find refuge and solace in my embrace. I'll move heaven and earth to ensure she never lets the ghosts of her past define her, never judges us by the scars that still linger on her heart. We must cradle her with care, for she's as delicate as a flower, bruised and battered by life's storms. Yet, I'm resolute in my determination to help her discover her inner steel, to fan the flames of her courage, and empower her to rise above the ashes of her past. I'll be her shining beacon, her guiding light in the darkness, and together, we'll shatter the chains of her pain and forge a brighter, bolder future, where love, laughter, and hope entwine like the tender shoots of a rose."

"With every breath, I'll be her safe haven, her shelter from life's tempests. I'll hold her close, whisper words of comfort, and remind her that she's not alone. I'll be her partner in every sense, her confidant, her friend, and her soulmate. Together, we'll create a world where she can bloom, where her smile can light up the darkness, and her laughter can echo through the silence.

I'll help her find her voice, her strength, and her resilience. I'll be her cheerleader, her biggest fan, and her guiding light. I'll celebrate her triumphs, support her through her struggles, and love her with every fiber of my being.

With patience, understanding, and compassion, I'll help her heal, help her mend, and help her rediscover herself. I'll be her mirror, reflecting back her beauty, her worth, and her potential. I'll be her safe space, where she can be herself, without fear of judgment or rejection.

"As I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs, my thoughts shattered like fragile glass, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. My heart skipped a beat, then raced ahead with anticipation, as I turned my head towards the sound. And then, I saw her. My eyes met a vision that left me breathless, my soul trembling with reverence. She was a goddess, descended from heaven, wearing Western attire that accentuated her divine beauty. The white top and unbuttoned shirt hugged her curves, showcasing her ethereal elegance. The blue jeans clung to her legs, highlighting her toned physique. But it was her open hair that truly mesmerized me - a cascade of golden silk, framing her face, and illuminating her features like a halo.

I was captivated, entranced, and enslaved by her radiance. My pulse raced with excitement, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I felt my very existence tremble, as if the foundations of my being were shaken to the core. As she approached me, maintaining a safe distance, I couldn't resist the urge to compliment her. My voice barely above a whisper, I said, 'Bahut sundar lag rahi ho' (You look very beautiful). But what happened next left me stunned, my emotions raw and exposed.

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, like the first blush of dawn, and she gave me a small, demure smile. 'Thank you,' she said, her voice dripping with sweetness, like honey nectar to my parched soul. In that moment, I felt my heart melt into a puddle of emotions, my very essence dissolving into nothingness. I was struck by her humility, her grace, and her beauty - a beauty that was both fierce and fragile, like a rose in bloom. I knew right then and there that I was doomed - she had stolen my heart, and I couldn't imagine a life without her. Her smile was my undoing, my destruction, and my salvation. I was forever lost in its depths, a willing prisoner of her love."



"As I stepped forward, she followed me, her footsteps echoing mine, and my heart skipped a beat with excitement. I slowed my pace, allowing her to match my stride, my soul craving her presence. I opened the car door for her, and she slid into the passenger seat, her movements graceful and fluid, like a symphony to my eyes. I made my way to the driver's seat, my guard opening the door for me, and I couldn't help but steal glances at her.

As I settled in, I glanced over at her, and my heart stopped. She was sitting peacefully, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes cast downward, and I felt my world tilt on its axis. But what caught my attention was that she hadn't yet worn her seatbelt. "Wear your seatbelt," I said, my voice gentle, yet firm, my concern for her safety overriding all else. I wore mine, and then turned to her, noticing her confused expression, and my heart went out to her.

"Kya hua, angel? Koi baat hai?" I asked, my concern growing, my voice laced with empathy. She looked up at me, her eyes locking onto mine, and I was lost in the depths of her blue irises. I could see the turmoil brewing within her, the words trapped in her throat, and I ached to set her free. "Don't you know how to wear a seatbelt?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood, my voice barely above a whisper.

She shook her head, her eyes cast downward, and I could sense her embarrassment, her vulnerability. My heart shattered into a million pieces, and I couldn't resist the urge to help. I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over her, my face inches from hers, my pulse racing with excitement. I could hear her heartbeat, feel her warm breath on my neck, and inhale her intoxicating fragrance. My goosebumps had goosebumps, my soul was on fire, and I was lost in the moment.

As I helped her wear the seatbelt, our eyes met, and I was drowned in the depths of her blue irises. I wanted to stay there forever, to get lost in their tranquility, to bask in their beauty. But alas, she looked down, breaking the spell, and I was left gasping for air. I returned to my seat, started the car, and began driving, my heart still reeling from the encounter, my soul forever changed."

"As I glanced towards her while driving, I couldn't help but notice the amusement and confusion etched on her face. Her questioning eyes sparkled with curiosity, but she remained silent, leaving me wondering what thoughts swirled in her mind. When I stopped the car at hospital, I turned to her, and our eyes met, the tension between us palpable. It was as if time stood still, and all that existed was the two of us, suspended in a sea of uncertainty.

As the guard opened the gate, I unbuckled our seatbelts and stepped out, my heart racing with anticipation. I held out my hand, and she placed hers in mine, her shivery and cold fingers sending shivers down my spine. I felt a jolt of electricity run through me, a spark that ignited a fire deep within my soul. I led her forward, handing her a mask to wear, my protective instincts kicking in. I couldn't risk her identity being revealed, not now, not ever. The thought of losing her, of her being taken away from me, was unbearable.

We approached the lift, and I pressed the button for the 5th floor, where Karan lay waiting for his surgery. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions - concern for Karan's health, anxiety about the surgery, and a deep-seated fear of losing him. But with her by my side, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. She was my anchor, my rock, my everything.

As the lift doors opened, we stepped out, and I was met with a sea of familiar faces. But what caught me off guard was Aditya's behavior. He ran towards us, his eyes shining with excitement, and enveloped her in a warm hug. She let go of my hand, and I felt a pang of jealousy, my heart twisting with emotion. It was like a knife had been thrust into my chest, leaving me breathless and bleeding.

She hugged him back, and he asked, "Are you fine, bhabhi?" She nodded, and I was left standing there, feeling like an outsider in my own family. I couldn't believe I was jealous of my own brother, but the feeling was undeniable. I felt like I was losing her, like she was slipping away from me. Why couldn't she be this comfortable with me? Why did she have to be so reserved, so distant? The questions swirled in my mind, taunting me, haunting me.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the emotion, but it lingered, a constant reminder of my vulnerability. I felt exposed, raw, and open, like a wound that refused to heal. I knew I had to confront these feelings, to face them head-on, but I was scared. I was scared of losing her, of losing myself, of losing everything that mattered."

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