MERI CHANDANI - Consume by love Sealed with Sin

⠂ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɪɴ⠐

CHANDANI

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains. The room felt different—softer, quieter. I frowned, realizing I was alone in his bedroom. How did I end up here? Last night, we were on the balcony under the stars. I must have drifted off to sleep, and he brought me inside, then I got up again and went to his study room and slept again. I remember it was almost morning when I slept and now I am sleeping till 5 in the evening, god konsa nasha kiya hai aaj mene and then again it hit me.

Oh god, I told him everything.

My heart began to race as the events of last night came rushing back, each memory sharp and vivid, like shards of glass slicing through my thoughts.

I had told him everything. I had bared my soul to him, shared the darkest parts of myself that I had locked away for so long. My past, the secrets that I had guarded with everything I had, the wounds that had never fully healed. I had trusted him with all of it, and now, in the cold light of day, I was panicking.

My stomach churned with anxiety, and I sat up abruptly, clutching the sheets to my chest as if they could shield me from the storm brewing in my mind. What had I done? Why did I let my guard down? My thoughts were a whirlwind, each one more frantic than the last. Would he see me differently now? Would he judge me like everyone else had?

The room was eerily quiet, and it took me a moment to realise that Shiv wasn't there. The space next to me on the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch.

"Shiv?" I called out softly, hoping to hear his familiar voice. But there was no response. I frowned, wondering where he could be. My heart sank even further. Where was he? Why hadn't he stayed?

A lump formed in my throat as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, my movements stiff and awkward. I felt like I was in a daze, my mind racing to all the worst possible scenarios. What if he couldn't handle what I had told him? What if he was disgusted? What if he decided he didn't want to be with someone as damaged as I was?

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to steady my breathing, but the panic only grew. The thought of losing him, of him seeing me as less, was unbearable. I had seen the way others looked at me when they found out, the judgment in their eyes, the way their affection turned to pity or, worse, disdain. I couldn't bear the thought of seeing that same look in Shiv's eyes.

I sat up, feeling a pang of worry. I rubbed my face, trying to push away the dark thoughts that began to creep in. Images of past disappointments and betrayals flashed before my eyes, making me question everything. But no, I had to remind myself—Shiv was not like the others. He loved me. He cared about me.

I took a deep breath, repeating the mantra in my head. "He is not like others. Don't be scared. You have him now. You are not alone." The familiar words gave me a sense of calm, and I decided to get up and start the day.

I turned my attention to the side table where a glass of water sat. Reaching for it, I gulped down the contents in one go, trying to clear the fog from my mind. As I set the empty glass back down, I noticed a small, folded note underneath it. My heart skipped a beat.

I unfolded the note, my eyes scanning the text printed, on the sides many handwritten notes were thrown carelessly, this man had tried his best but his handwriting didn't support him enough, I laughed at his childish writing and cute thoughts. The note read:

"Aww, this man is such a cutie" I murmured to myself, feeling my heart flutter at his sweet effort. I couldn't help but smile, finding his imperfect handwriting endearing.