OUR LOVE

CHAPTER-21

Nanda POV-

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. I lay beneath my blanket, lost in the remnants of sleep, when her voice broke through the haze, calling my name, gentle yet insistent.

I opened my eyes to see her sitting on the edge of my bed, a stunning presence in a flowing salwar set of soft cream, adorned with delicate gold patterns that shimmered in the light. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and the sight of her stirred something deep within me.

She sat there, her posture relaxed but attentive, glancing at me with a smile that lit up her face. The edges of her salwar set danced slightly with each movement, and I found myself captivated by the simple beauty of her presence.

As she settled in, the bed dipped gently under her weight, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her. She seemed completely at ease, the morning light highlighting the contours of her face and the softness in her expression. It was a moment that felt suspended in time, charged with unspoken words and shared breaths.

In that tranquil space, my heart ached with the love I held for her, a feeling she was blissfully unaware of. I longed to reach out, to close the distance between us, but instead, I stayed still, afraid to disrupt the delicate atmosphere we shared.

She looked around the room, her gaze wandering as if taking in every detail. I watched her, every small action a reminder of how deeply I admired her. The way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way her laughter echoed softly in the stillness—it all made me ache for something more.

In the silence that enveloped us, I savored the intimacy of the moment. Here we were, two souls sharing a space, yet separated by unspoken emotions. The sun continued to rise, casting a golden hue over everything, but all I could focus on was her, sitting at the edge of my bed, a vision of grace and warmth.

Time felt infinite, and I knew that even without words, this moment was a treasure. As I lingered in the quiet, I understood that love often lies in these small, simple exchanges—moments that weave together the fabric of our lives, waiting for the right time to reveal their true depth.

I was brought back to the harsh reality when she went over and got me a glass of water. I took it and drank.

She took the glass fron my hand and kept it on my bedside table. All her actions were so mechanical to watch.

"Acha abb zare kam karke jaldhi neeche avo " (Now go do your routine and come down) she said getting up "Jeese appke hukum rani sa" (As you order goes his highness) i slowly gets up while she start to leave my room.

As I blinked away the remnants of dreams, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet meeting the coolness of the wooden floor. With a deep breath, I embraced the quiet of the morning.

Shuffling to the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, the shock invigorating my senses. I caught my reflection in the mirror, running a hand through my tousled hair and mentally preparing for the day ahead. After brushing my teeth, I felt more awake, ready to tackle whatever lay before me.

The mirror reflected a fresh determination as I showered, letting the warm water wash away any lingering drowsiness. I emerged feeling renewed, ready to face the world.

Dressed in comfortable clothes, I took a moment to check my appearance in the mirror, smoothing down my shirt and running a hand through my hair. Satisfied, I grabbed my bag and made my way down the stairs.

As I descended, the sound of my footsteps echoed softly in the stillness. When I reached the bottom, the familiar sounds of my family stirred in the air—laughter and chatter mixing with the aroma of breakfast.