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"रुख़सत की घड़ी थी, आँखों में आँसू थे,
दिल कह रहा था के बस अब तुम्हें कभी न जाने दे।
पर रस्म-ए-दुनिया है अलविदा कहना,
ख़ुदा हाफ़िज़, हम फिर मिलेंगे, ये अफ़साना कहना।"
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Avyansh entered his mother's room quietly, the soft glow of the evening light casting a warm hue over everything. There, on the bed, lay Avantika, curled up like a hedgehog, her small frame tucked in under the blanket.
A few strands of hair had fallen across her face, and he noticed how peaceful she looked in sleep, her usual guarded expression softened.
He also noted something else-her dark circles were lighter now compared to when she first came here as his wife.
The exhaustion that had seemed to permanently settle on her face had eased a little, and that tugged at something inside him.
He crouched down next to the bed, careful not to disturb her. Sitting there quietly, he allowed himself to just observe her, his gaze tracing the gentle rise and fall of her breath.
Her vulnerability, her quiet presence-it was all a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in his own mind.
He studied her face for a long moment, wondering what went on inside her head, what she dreamed about when she was like this, lost in her own world.
There was a strange feeling in his chest, something unfamiliar but soft.
For now, he remained still, crouched near the bed, as if being close to her in this quiet moment was enough.
Slowly, almost without thinking, Avyansh reached out and gently moved the stray hairs from her face, his fingers barely grazing her skin. She stirred slightly but didn't wake up. Her peaceful expression tugged at him, making him hesitate.
"I should take her to our room," he thought, glancing around the room. But then doubt crept in. "Should I wake her up?" He debated with himself for a moment, staring down at her serene face. "No, no, that could be wrong... agar gussa ho gayi toh?"
The idea of her waking up irritated by his action made him pause. He didn't know how she would react, and he didn't want to shatter the calmness that surrounded her right now.
Avyansh hesitated for a moment before carefully removing the blanket that was draped over Avantika. His movements were slow and cautious, not wanting to wake her up. Once the blanket was off, he leaned closer, slipping his arms beneath her-one under her knees and the other around her back.
Gently, he lifted her in a bridal style, her body curling instinctively into him. In her sleep, she nestled closer to his chest, her arms loosely wrapping around his neck.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she subconsciously cuddled into his warmth, resting her head against his shoulder.
His heart skipped a beat as he held her close, surprised by how naturally she clung to him. For a moment, all the tension and distance between them seemed to vanish. Holding her like this felt...different, almost intimate, and it made him pause, his breath hitching as he adjusted his grip on her.
