Heal Me

34. Possesion

Tum mein hum hain

Hum mein tum ho

Tum se hum hain

Hum se tum ho

Kismaton se milte hain do dil yahaa
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Ishaan's POV
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I looked down at her, her head resting gently on my shoulder, her breath soft and even as she slept. Esha. She looked so peaceful, completely lost in the safety of my arms. A slight smile curved my lips as I felt my love for her deepen with each passing moment. "Tum meri ho, Esha," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Mujhse door jaane ka toh tum soch bhi nahi sakti."

I gently shifted her on the bed, making sure she was comfortable. My hands moved to cover her with the blanket, tucking it around her as if to protect her from the world, from anything that could harm her. "Main tumhara hamesha khayal rakhunga," I murmured, my voice soft yet possessive. She was mine, and I would make sure nothing—absolutely nothing—would ever come between us.

I couldn't resist. Leaning down, I placed a soft kiss on her forehead, my lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. Her skin was warm beneath my touch, and a wave of tenderness washed over me. But it wasn’t enough.

My gaze moved to her lips, slightly parted as she slept. "Yeh hont sirf mere liye hain," I whispered possessively. Slowly, I leaned in closer and pressed my lips to hers. The contact was gentle, but the rush it gave me was anything but. A fire ignited within me, and I felt an overwhelming need to protect, to claim, to possess her entirely.

"Tumhe koi chhoo bhi nahi sakta, samjhi?" I whispered against her lips before reluctantly pulling away. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her face still serene, unaware of the storm raging inside me.

I stepped back, glancing at her one last time before climbing out the window. The night air was cool against my face, a stark contrast to the heat of the emotions burning inside me. "Meri zindagi sirf tum ho, Esha," I thought as I landed on the ground softly, careful not to make any noise.

I walked toward my jeep, the metallic glint of its surface reflecting the dim moonlight. Sliding into the driver’s seat, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding in my chest.

Kuch kaam abhi baaki hai.

I started the jeep, the engine roaring to life, the sound cutting through the stillness of the night. "Hmm...main aa raha hoon," I said, calling Karan briefly before hanging up immediately. I didn’t need to say more—he knew I was on my way.

The sound of the jeep echoed on the empty road as I drove through the darkness, the headlights cutting a path through the trees that loomed over me like silent sentinels. The road twisted and turned, taking me deeper into the forest. Half an hour later, I reached the spot—a clearing in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by tall, ominous trees.

I parked my jeep and stepped out, the crunch of gravel under my boots the only sound in the oppressive silence. The cool air carried a faint smell of damp earth and leaves. In front of me, Karan was sitting on the bonnet of his car, smoking a cigarette and laughing about something with the two men kneeling on the ground in front of him. Their condition was pathetic—bruised, bloody, and broken.

"Bhai, tu aagaya," Karan grinned, looking up as I approached. He took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke lazily. "Maza aa gaya in dono ki haalat dekh ke. Bilkul kutto jaisi ho gayi hai inki."