MOHABBAT-E-DIWAANGI ( Book 1)

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avantika s pov

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hen my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I felt was him—still holding me in his arms, safe and warm. I hadn’t moved; I didn’t want to. This was the most comfortable I’d ever felt, wrapped in his embrace. But, as I looked up, I noticed that Mr. Rajawat seemed to be absorbed in something far more important than waking up or the world around us.

Any guesses?

He was lost in my hair, gently twirling strands between his fingers, completely captivated. His eyes held a soft, warm glow, a brightness that revealed how happy he was in that moment. So deep in admiration, he didn’t even realize the owner of those long strands had woken up, watching him with quiet amusement.

"Lagta hai kabhi kabhi inhe humse jyada humare baalon se ishq hai...

(Sometimes it feels like he's more in love with my hair than with me...)

Jab dekho tab... baal baal baal...

(Whenever you look, it's hair, hair, hair...)

Uffff... yeeee ladka...

(Ugh... this boy...)"

aadish pov

The moment she stepped into the dining hall, it was like the whole world faded around her. My eyes were locked on her, completely captivated. Those deep, mesmerizing black doe eyes, drawing me in like they always do. And those chand baliya swayed delicately with her every movement... yes, I know their name. I remember noticing her love for jewelry, and I couldn't help myself—I had to look it up. It’s silly, but I wanted to know. Maybe it’s so normal, but... she does this to me, makes me care about the smallest details just because they’re a part of her.

Her hands, covered in delicate bangles, made my heart race in ways I can’t fully explain. The soft clinking sound with every movement stirred emotions I didn't want to confront, thoughts I’d never dare to imagine without her permission. In her eyes, I saw a delicate balance—love mixed with fear, like she was holding back something she couldn’t fully express. That look made me feel a surge of protectiveness, yet a deep respect for her space.

I know her so well, maybe too well. I notice every little detail of her life, even when I’m not by her side. It’s like a part of me is always connected to her. But more than anything, I want her to experience life on her terms, to feel free, as long as she’s happy and safe. That’s all I ever want—for her to live fully, and for me to be there when she needs me, even if it means watching from a distance.

And what happened last time? That was just a test—a playful little trial—to see if my baby love had picked up anything from her devars or not.

Yeah, it was me. I knew everything. I’m the one who arranged those idiots, set them up to mess with her, just to see how she’d handle it. Watching her rise to the challenge... it made me feel a strange mix of pride and amusement. I couldn’t help it; I wanted to see if she had learned, if she could take them on. Maybe it was wrong, but damn, the way she handled it... it was worth every second.