Abhimaan
"Cherry are you okay baby?"
"Abhi" her voice ever so breathe less
"Hey, I'm here. What wrong?" I ask while holding her neck and feeling her pulse.
And that's when I realise.
A rapid heartbeat,
Heavy breathing,
Sweating,
Trembling,
And her holding her chest as if it pains her.
A panic attack
Shit!
I take her towards the nearest washroom, enter inside with her and lock the door.
"Cherry baby, take deep breathes." I tell her calmly even when being calm is the last thing I feel.
"I-I'm.. trying" she says between the whole ordeal.
"It's okay, you're such a brave woman. And I'm proud of you, you've come a long way tiya."
The moment I say that name, silence hangs between us just sound of her heavy breathing pertains.
And there it comes
The tears.
Fuck!
I hate to see her crying.
I know why this all is happening and I wish.
Oh! How I wish, I could bring back the dead just so I could kill him again.
How I'd be more torturous than a 10 year old.
I catch her gaze, and it's as if time stands still. Her eyes widen in disbelief, a mixture of surprise and recognition washing over her face.
It dawns on her who I am—her Abhi.
Memories flicker behind her gaze, and I can almost feel the weight of what we once shared.
"A-Abhi"
"Shh.. breathe tiya breathe I'm here"
"And I'm so proud of you bacha"
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close as I softly whisper sweet nothings in her ear. The warmth of the embrace envelops us, creating a cocoon of intimacy. Time seems to melt away as we remain like this, lost in our own world. An hour might have passed, but I can't quite tell; all that matters is this gentle moment shared between us.
All I know is that I deeply and utterly desire her. I want her to remain just as she is, right here beside me, for all eternity. The thought of forever feels elusive and almost impossible, and yet, in this moment, it seems so incredibly attainable. I wish I could freeze time, capturing the warmth of her presence and the way her laughter fills the air. She is my tiya, my cherry blossom bringing beauty into my life, my everything. It's as if the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a perfect, unchanging moment that I never want to end.
As I glance down, it dawns on me that she's sound asleep, her delicate features relaxed in peaceful slumber. The soft rise and fall of her breath calms my heart. Carefully, I lean down and lift her gently into my arms, cradling her as if she were made of the finest porcelain. As I do, I can't help but smile at the warmth radiating from her small body.
With a quiet determination, I unlock the door, the click echoing softly in the stillness around us. Stepping outside feels like breaching an invisible barrier, leaving behind the comforting bubble we had just created, where time felt still and the world outside faded away. The crisp air embraces us as I take a moment to adjust, ready to face whatever lies ahead.
As soon as I'm out
"What did you do to her hn!?"
"My poor baby"
This bishh! Ughh I can't even kill her.
Taking a deep breath and after making sure that I won't kill her.
I say "she had a panic attack, and she slept after being tired."
"Of course she had a panic attack! Kyunki tumne toh hume class se bahar bhagana tha"
( of course she had a panic attack but you had to kick us out of the class)
She says while scoffing.
"Abe oo 5'3 inch chup kr kam bola kar nhi toh ulta latka dunga"
(Oh 5'3 inches, keep quiet, speak less otherwise I will hang you upside down.)
"Abe oo chamkadar ki shakal ke Tu kam Bol nhi toh yahi thok dungi, aaya bada."
As I prepare to speak my mind, I sense Tiya shifting beside me, her movements signaling something important. With a rush of understanding about my priorities, I decide to leave that irritating person behind. I turn away and start making my way towards my car.
As I settle into the car with her nestled comfortably in my lap, I grip the steering wheel with one hand while gently wrapping my other arm around her. With a soft hum of the engine, I ease the car into motion, focusing intently on the road ahead.
. . .
Nitya
I wake up to a relentless throbbing in my head that amplifies every ache in my body. As I slowly open my eyes, I take in my unfamiliar surroundings—the walls are a dull shade of beige, the curtains drawn tight. A chill runs down my spine as it dawns on me: THIS IS NOT MY FREAKING HOUSE!
Where am I?
That's when I remember all the events that happened in the morning and now its...
I look at the clock and see
9:00 PM!?
The heck!?
I never sleep so late.
But
Abhimaan he's him
But does he still desire for me to become his wife? Is this merely a ploy to demonstrate to his parents that he is deserving of the authority to govern his own kingdom?
I find myself feeling overwhelmed and uncertain right now, grappling with so many thoughts and emotions swirling around in my mind. I realize that what I truly need is time—time to sort through everything, to reflect on my feelings, and to figure out the path I must take moving forward.
With a soft sigh, I slip out of the bed, the lingering scent of him still wrapping around me like a warm blanket. As I move towards the door, anticipation bubbles within me. The moment I swing it open, an intoxicating aroma wafts in, rich and savory—paranthe, fresh and inviting.
Cheeni ke paranthe!
Gosh he's making it hard for me to leave!!
Ughhh!!
Wait! Nothing happened right?
I mean I am dressed toh I don't think anything happened and.. I don't feel anything either so, yeah nothing happened.
Why do I sound disappointed!?
I rounded the corner in the expansive hallway, and a wave of frustration washed over me. Where in the world is the exit?
As I continue my journey forward, I spot a set of inviting stairs leading down into a cozy hall. To my right, the warm glow of the kitchen beckons, filled with the delicious aroma of home-cooked meals. Just beyond that, a few rooms line the hallway, one of which is a serene puja room, radiating a sense of peace. Straight ahead is, the exit.
Just as I sprint toward the exit, a pair of strong arms encircle my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. It's Abhi, and his breath brushes against my ear as he whispers,
"Where do you think you're going, Rani sa?"
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RomanceABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE "She was mine the moment I saw her, she just needs to realise it." The 'emotionless' King of Rajasthan. He's always searched for her in the wrong places, but when he finally stumbles upon her by chance, there's no way he's l...
