Naina: His subconscious desire

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Whoever thinking Nayan is boys name then let me tell you Nayan is name for both gender and it doesn't matter because Yashveer calls her Nayan with the concept of mrignayni, as her eyes are lije that understand the feeling sweetheart

Naina's Pov

I woke up, when I felt sunlight hitting my face. I opened my eyes and sat on the bed. The familiar smell of wood and leather hit my nose and I immediately guessed where I was. I slowly got out of bed but the moment I stood up on my feet my head felt dizzy and I lost my balance. Before I could fall, I felt a hand wrapping around my waist and I held his shoulder for support. My breath stopped when his bare body came into my contact, I froze at my spot, my mind was in haze. I didn't realise my action and by now I was already roaming my hands on his well built chest.

I felt his muscles tightened and his chest buffed. I was still in his arms, my hands travelled down to his abs.

“One,Two, Three, four, five, six” I was counting but was shocked, it's not the end , there is more.

“Seven, eight” I was wooed with his muscles. I felt his breath turn a little heavy but he didn't stop me, probably flexing but why not! it's worth flexing, I don't mind. My hands roamed to his biceps and I tried to press it but damn, I couldn't. In Fact my fingers got hurt with this stunt.

“Woahh Mr. Rajvansh, are you a fitness freak? I mean of course you're but do you know what is the difference between wall and you?” I asked in a curious tone forgetting all my questions and doubts, this seemed important to me.

“No” I grumpy, deep husky voice, current ran through my spine, I was so lost in him that I forgot everything even why I was here?

“You can breathe,” I chuckled at my one stupid joke. I felt his eyes roll. He left me and I fell on bed, what the hell, I came back to reality, what the hell I was doing? How can I embarrass myself? I felt like disappearing from earth but it was impossible. I stood up and marched towards him.

“Mr.Rajvansh, What am I doing in your room huh? Why did you bring me here?” I asked crossing my hands but he walked away, Maybe doing his work.

“You will be living here from now on” He said no, no no he declared how dare he. I followed him and sat beside the couch as he sat on the couch.

“And Who are you to tell me that?” I was so furious, why does he always do whatever he wants, I don't like this.

“Your Husband” He mocked me,

“On papers” I mocked back,

“That does not change the fact, your belongings are shifted here, start your day” I felt so angry I felt like fisting his hair and pulling it till he became bald.

“Listen you oldie uncle, I am not comfortable with you”I jumped in fear when he pushed the table angrily, uff jyada bol gayi kya par ye log mujhe gussa kyu dilate hai.

(uff, did i say too much but the make me angry a lot. )

He took his predatory steps and I walked back in fear like a prey who has no chance of getting saved. I did it till I felt the wall. I stopped when the wall hit my back, unknowingly a tear fell from my eyes. I felt his face closer to mine, I stopped breathing. I felt his hot breath hitting my face, he cupped my cheeks and wiped off my tears with his thumb softly but I can feel his anger, he is way too angry. Maybe if it was not me he would have buried the person under ten feet.

“Exactly Emerald, don't get too comfortable. Who knows what you're digging for yourself and as for oldie– he took my palms and kept on his abs – we both know who is lying” I took my hands back and looked down, it was a warning a clear warning to not mess with him or he would not care about his reaction, ye kutta kitna darata hai mujhe.