EHSAAS- The Whispers Of Hearts

The Nightmare

A/N- Child abuse is a serious crime, and I do not support it in any way. Please read this as a fictional story, created solely for storytelling purposes.

Next Day..🌼

"Haseena tumhara phone baj raha hai..!" Anubhav mumbles drowsily, his face nestled against her chest, his voice thick with sleep. Haseena hums softly, reaching out to silence the alarm before drawing him closer, her arms wrapping around him tenderly.

They lie intertwined in the morning light, wrapped in each other’s warmth after a night of shared passion. He’s in his trousers, she’s draped in his shirt, the soft fabric barely brushing her skin. His legs are tangled with hers, his hand resting under her shirt, splayed across her waist, his touch both protective and possessive.

The silence between them is intimate, their breathing synchronized, a quiet rhythm that speaks of comfort, love, and the unspoken promises of a new day.

"Chhodo hume, subah ho gyi hai..!" She whispered, yawning softly, stretching her arms to shake off the last traces of sleep.

"Das minute aur...!" He murmured, moving his head from her chest to nuzzle into the curve of her neck.

"Nhi, bilkul nhi..!" She replied firmly, placing her palm against his face to halt his advances.

"Khadoos kahin ki..!" He mumbled, reluctantly releasing her waist as he sat up, a cute frown forming on his sleepy face.

"Good boy, ab jaldi se jakar fresh ho jao tab tak hum room saaf kar dete hai warna tumhe headquarters ke liye late ho jayega...!" She said, grinning as she tied her hair up into a messy bun.

Her effortless movements caught his attention, his gaze lingering on her as the morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over her face and making her hair shimmer. The hair clip held between her lips made him pause, eyes darkening with admiration as he licked his lips, mesmerized by her effortless beauty.

"Jaan..!" He said in his sweetest voice which made her eyebrows uplifts at him.

"Bas morning romance kar lene do..!" He said, sliding his hand around her.

"Bilkul nhi Anubhav, 8 baje chuke hai, tumhe late ho jayega aur hume bhi parlour aur shopping ke liye Jana hai, thak jayenge hum..!" She said.

"Thik hai phir jao..!" He replied, pouting adorably.

"Ab muh mat banao warna marenge hum tumhe..!" She teased, pinching his cheeks.

"Aisa hai toh ab hume divorce chahiye, hum roj roj yeh gharelu hinsa sah nhi sakte...!" He shot back with a grumpy expression.

"Gharelu hinsa 🤨, bataye hum tumhe kya hota hai hinsa, Uncle ji se bol denge phir pata chalega tumhe..!" She warned, her tone playful but stern.

"Hum bhi Sasu maa se bol denge..!" He retorted, matching her tone.

"Haan thik hai bol dena, uske baad hum bhi toh dekhenge, tum is room mein aa kaise jate ho..!" She challenged, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

"Jaise aate hai, darte nhi hai hum tumse..!" He said boldly.

"Darna padega warna..." She let the words trail off with a mischievous look.

"Warna kya kar logi tum?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Anniversary wale din jo surprise plan Kiya hai woh cancel kar denge..!" She said with a smirk.

"Surprise? Kya surprise hai?" He suddenly curious, his expression lighting up like a child’s.

"Woh toh anniversary wale din hi pata chalega..!" She said, smiling as she climbed off the bed, only for him to catch her wrist and pull her back onto his chest.