15.Taking Stand

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Niskarsh brought Aarna to their bedroom and laid her comfortably on the bed and made sure she sleeps without any discomfort.

He then took out his diary from the bag which he used to carry to the office..
He also took out the picture which he had clicked while Aarna was eating golgappe with happiness on her face.
He pasted that pic in his diary.

He wrote something while reciting it..

" Today I found out that you love golgappe . I am going to make sure to get you golgappe from time to time so that I can see that same happiness on your face Aaru. I also got to know about a new word which is pookie meaning cute. I had never thought that I would ever look cute because people always say me that I look scary without any expressions. Anyways..Niskarsh Singh Chauhan can be scary but your Nishi ji will always try to be a pookie for you .

You might be wondering , about how I know that you are hiding something from me related to your past or why I suspect your family. It's because Aaru , even I pretend as if everything is well with me when it's not . So I sense that same thing from you also.
Not every time but sometimes when you smile it seems as if it's fake. It seems as if you are hiding something.
Though you don't say anything with your mouth but your deep eyes , whenever I look into them , I feel like these eyes have seen a lot of pain .
But it's okay , I will wait for the day when you will share your troubles with me . "

With this he keeps his diary and goes to sleep..

Next morning 🌅
Niskarsh woke up...his body just got goosebumps while witnessing the sight early in the morning.
Aarna was sleeping while clutching him tightly like a small kid does with his teddy while sleeping. Her head was over his shoulder and her hand was around his stomach. She looked so cute.

Niskarsh started adoring her face with a gentle smile....her perfect pink plumpy lips were making him go crazy. Her lips looked very perfect to be sucked and eaten.
He suddenly closed his eyes and murmured in his mind..
" Control Nishi Control . You can't do this without her consent. "

Meanwhile Aarna woke up and felt awkward seeing herself in his embrace. She thought to get up soon before Niskarsh opens his eyes and she started getting up but had to be in that same position as Niskarsh slightly pulled her holding her waist. He was pretending as if he was sleeping and was enjoying the intimacy they were sharing.

Aarna felt butterflies buliding up in her stomach as she felt his hand on her waist. Her waist was covered with the top she was wearing but still his touch was giving her goosebumps.
She looked at Niskarsh who was still pretending as if he's sleeping.
Automatically a smile formed in her face and her eyes sparkled seeing Niskarsh. She wanted to caress his hair but she somehow stopped herself thinking about Niskarsh's reaction .

She again tried to get up and this time Niskarsh opened his eyes..their eyes met and a red blush coated Aarna's cheeks. She got rid from his clutch and rushed towards the washroom out of Shyness.

Niskarsh held his chest with his palm and started rubbing his chest..
" Hayee yeh ladki jaan leke hi manegi "

After a hour..

Aarna had already taken her shower and was sitting in their room when Niskarsh came out of his closet after getting ready...

Niskarsh : Let's go for breakfast.
( Aarna didn't want to face bua dadi after that incident )
Aarna : I don't want to go Nishi ji please. I will have my breakfast later on.
Niskarsh came and sat near her..
Niskarsh : It's perfectly alright if you don't want to go down and have breakfast with bua dadi . I can understand and yeah you really don't have to eat your breakfast daily with everyone. Whenever you feel like having it alone than you can have it in our room also. And don't think about what everyone will say ? Because everyone does that including me , whenever we don't feel like having breakfast with everyone we have it in our rooms instead.
Aarna : But..
Niskarsh : I will get our breakfasts here.
( With this he goes out of the room )

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