"She was a storm he never expected. He was a calm she never knew she needed." 💖
Sakshi and Ranveer's lives were worlds apart-until a twist of fate brought them together. Bound by a promise, yet torn by unspoken desires, they must navigate a relatio...
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Ranveer's pov:
I've always thought women are strange creatures, so many emotions tangled in their hearts. Sakshi, for one, is no different. Hot-headed and stubborn, yet surprisingly afraid of the dark. Watching her now, resting her head against my shoulder, completely at ease and deep in sleep, I can't help but smile.
It's hard to believe this is the same girl who was fuming just yesterday. Ajeeb ladki hai. But then again, she always manages to surprise me. I shifted slightly, careful not to wake her up, and continued to watch her. Her gentle breathing, the calmness on her face—everything felt so serene, almost peaceful. I never thought I'd be the one providing someone else with comfort. But here I am, holding her close like she's the most delicate thing I've ever encountered.
Slowly, I felt myself giving in to sleep as well. A rare moment of peace for me, one I wanted to cherish. I drifted off, still holding her, with a protective instinct I couldn't quite explain.
The early morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, warm glow in the room. I opened my eyes slightly, still groggy from the restless night. As I slowly adjusted to the light, I realized that I wasn't alone. Sakshi's head rested gently on my shoulder, her soft breath tickling my neck, her arms wrapped around me. I blinked, confusion and a strange sense of contentment washing over me simultaneously.
What was this girl made of?
Last night she had been terrified, trembling like a leaf in the darkness, and now she was clinging to me as if I was the only thing holding her together. Despite everything, despite my attempts to push her away, she kept coming back. Why? Why was she doing this to herself? And why... why did I feel this reluctant joy at the sight of her sleeping peacefully beside me?
"Ajeeb ladki hai ye," I muttered softly, shaking my head in disbelief. " isse itnaGussa aata hai ke mai bhi darr jata hu, par andhere se darti hai... women are really ajeeb."
As if on cue, she stirred, her fingers tightening around my arm. I stayed still, afraid of waking her, but when her eyes fluttered open, there was no going back. She looked up at me, a hint of shock in her eyes, but then... she smiled. A soft, shy smile that made my chest tighten painfully.
"Kitne pyaare hain aap," she whispered to herself, unaware that I had heard her.
Before I could say anything, she tried to pull away, but I—still half-asleep—instinctively wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close again.
"Araam se sojao, Sakshi... main yahi hoon. Kuch nahi hoga, daro mat," I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. I felt her freeze, then relax against me. There was something comforting about the feel of her in my arms, something I hadn't realized I craved until now.
