You own my heart ( short story series)

Part-4

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"You've got me, Bondita... Anirudh Roy Chaudhary is yours now."

The words were a promise, a warning, and a surrender all at once. 

Bondita looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes as she whispered, "Shotti?"

He couldn't help the way his lips quirked into a smile. She looked so vulnerable, so precious—his little Bondita.

With one hand gently holding her waist, his other hand rose to her face. Her skin was warm, her eyes brimming with trust and a love so pure it made his heart ache. Her small frame pressed against his chest, clutching at him as if he were her lifeline. And perhaps he was.

He tilted her chin up gently, his thumb brushing against her cheek. " Ekdam Shotti shona."The way she looked, so ready to give him everything, to be his, did something to him, and to say it didn't give him satisfaction would be a lie. "How did I get so lucky to have you... for life?" 

His voice was soft, filled with wonder and disbelief. He had always been her protector, her guide, her teacher, but now... he was hers, completely and irreversibly. He didn't know if it was her confession that had sparked this overwhelming realization or if it had always been there, beneath the surface. But in this moment, he couldn't deny it any longer.

He loved her. Fiercely. Deeply.

His fingers caressed her cheeks, as if she were made of the most fragile glass. He was melting. How could someone so pure, so beautiful, love him with such devotion?

"I don't deserve this... I don't deserve you, Bondita," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her trembling lips. "But I promise you this—I'll spend every single day of our lives making sure you never doubt how much I love you."

Her chest tightened against him, her fingers digging into his shirt as if she feared he'd disappear. But he wouldn't—he was here, with her, for her. She leaned into him. "You... you're really mine, Pati Babu?"

Anirudh chuckled, his hand coming up to gently caress her head, his fingers threading through her soft hair. "Completely yours. For my whole damn life, love,"

Without warning, Bondita wrapped her arms around him even tighter, pressing her face against his chest. She buried herself in him, as if wanting to disappear in his warmth. Anirudh smiled to himself, feeling her against him.

He leaned down slightly, his voice playful as he teased, "So, Bondita... are we going to sleep? Or are you planning to cling to me like this for the whole night? I don't mind either, you know. You can cling to me all you want. But shona, if you plan on staying like this, we might have to make some adjustments."

She blushed deeper, pulling her face away just enough to look up at him, embarrassed but clearly unwilling to let go. "Pati Babu... don't tease me."

He grinned at her, his hand still gently caressing her hair. "Who's teasing? I'm just stating facts." He suddenly bent down, easily lifting her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards the bed as if she weighed nothing. Bondita gasped, her hands instinctively flying around his neck for balance.

"Are we getting shy now?" he teased, as he glanced down at her.

Bondita's cheeks flamed even more. "Pati Babu!" she squeaked, trying to hide her face in his chest again.