His sukoon : His junoon

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It was 2:45 in the morning, and Isha woke up with a grumbling stomach. She felt a sudden hunger but decided to ignore it and sleep. Her eyes closed as she tried to turn to the other side but couldn't because of the heavy arms wrapped tightly around her.

She could feel his breath near her ear and neck as his head tilted slightly down, too close to her face. Calm breaths escaped him, and Isha's cheeks blushed at his closeness and the soft, tickling breath on her neck.

Her half-closed eyes widened as her stomach grumbled again, louder this time. She felt his arms tighten around her before they relaxed again. Now her cheeks were red with embarrassment. A sudden thought of spicy, tasty Maggi invaded her mind, but she shook her head. Her mouth watered, yet she dismissed the thought.

Reaching for his arms around her, she tried to remove them, but they were as stiff as a rock. After a few tries, her arms started hurting, so she let go with a low huff and took a deep breath. She acted as if she were just waking up and shifted to the other side. Rudransh, as if sensing her movement, loosened his hold.

Taking the chance, Isha slipped out of his embrace and stood at the side of the bed. Looking at his large figure under the comforter, she smiled widely. She, a small-sized girl (at least compared to him), had managed to outsmart a huge, heavy guy.

She first thought of just drinking water, but her stomach grumbled again, louder this time. Fearing he might wake up and with the hunger gnawing at her, she ignored her sleepy self and quietly walked toward the door.

Opening it while glancing back at him and cheering when it didn't make noise, she realized too late that she'd opened the wardrobe door. With a slight facepalm, she turned to the room door, opening it carefully.

Slipping out, she quietly closed it behind her, smiling in victory.

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Isha stood near the kitchen counter, hands resting on it, lost in thought. Plain Maggi or spicy Maggi with her own twist? She'd developed a taste for spicy Korean ramen, and now she craved that spice.

But if she made the spicy version, what if the noise woke someone? The servants' quarters were nearby, and she didn't want to disturb anyone. Standing there for a long time, she felt her eyelids drooping, only to jerk open when the light suddenly switched on.

"What happened?" His deep voice, even lower from sleep, startled her, making her drowsiness vanish.

She turned and looked at him, feeling anxious. "Sorry, I was hungry and... and I tried to sleep but couldn't. Sorry." He kept looking at her for a few moments before walking toward her.

Isha took a step back, wishing she could vanish in embarrassment, but he came closer. Usually, she was the one catching Ishaan in the kitchen during midnight cravings—but now, the tables had turned.

His arms, visible through his loose vest, were placed on either side of her, and he tilted his head.

"If you need something, you should call your husband, no matter what or where he is, hmm?" Isha swallowed and nodded, only to squeak when he lifted her onto the counter, making her sit.

"Why were you staring at this for so long?" He gestured toward the Maggi packet. She smiled a bit nervously. "I wanted something spicy, but I was worried someone might wake up because of me."

He looked at her, then at the packet, before moving toward the fridge. He pulled out some onions, green chili, and tomatoes, placing them on the counter before grabbing a knife. Isha watched, uncertain of what he was doing.