MOHABBAT-E-DIWAANGI ( Book 1)

33. Dinner Date ✨

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Avantika's pov

As I stood there, gazing at him, lost in my thoughts, I wasn’t even sure if he noticed my presence.

My mind wandered back to that day—when I fell asleep in his arms.

In that moment, I realized something profound: it was up to me to choose him over the pain and fears I carried.

Only I had the power to decide if my past would overshadow the love he offers in the present, or if I would embrace the future he's waiting to build with me.

A future filled not only with his love, but with the warmth of his family.

In his arms, I felt the promise of happiness, the kind that could brighten even my darkest corners.

As I drifted into sleep, careless and peaceful in his arms, my dreams felt incomplete without him. But the moment they faded away, and my eyes fluttered open, I found his gaze already on me. That look... it was like a wave of calmness washing over my soul, and I couldn’t ignore the butterflies dancing in my stomach. His touch felt as sacred as a prayer whispered in devotion.

With gentle care, he adjusted me on his lap, and as our eyes broke away, he pulled me into a tight embrace, like I was the only thing left in his world. When he softly placed a kiss on my forehead, a sudden warmth filled my heart, making me feel blessed in a way I hadn’t before.

He leaned in slowly, his breath grazing my neck and collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine. The warmth of his closeness contrasted with the cool sensation that rushed through me. As his lips neared my ear, he whispered softly, yet with an intensity that made my heart race, "Junoon ban chuki hai aap humara" (You have become my obsession). Those words, laced with both tenderness and passion, wrapped around me like a spell, making everything else fade away.

As his words sank in, I just looked at him, wondering how someone could love me like this. I had never truly understood what love was, but today, as he gave me everything I had longed for all these years, I felt myself losing my soul to him once more. We never dated, he confessed his feelings, yet we never acted like a typical couple. And now, here I am, saying yes to marry him, for reasons even I don’t fully understand.

I know my safety will always be his priority, but I also know who he is, and providing security is probably the simplest thing for him to manage in his entire life. Still, being part of his world feels like my fate. The day I lost the only blood relative I had left—my father—was the day I found him, or maybe, he found me.

I can’t help but regret marrying him, yaar. He never truly proposed to me… I mean, ek phool hi de dete bhai! (He could’ve at least given me a flower!)

They call him the mafia king of the world, and yet he couldn’t bring me even a single flower—huh!

I’m about to marry him, but come on, it’s not like… Heyyy Bhole, mai nahi karungi inse shaadi! (Hey, Lord Shiva, I won’t marry him!)

Mummmyyyy… eee kaha phas gayi main? (Mummyy… where have I gotten stuck?)

His brother, on the other hand, never gets tired of giving flowers, and here he is, can’t even give me a single petal!

I was talking to myself when he suddenly came in front of me and offered me his hand. Still lost in my thoughts, I heard him say, “Madam, krupy aap chalne ka kasht kare; aapki baate hum ghar par sun lenge, 1 ghante se khade hain…” (Madam, please take the trouble to walk; we can discuss what you want at home; I've been standing here for an hour…).