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Kashvi's pov~~
I leaned against the balcony railing, book forgotten in my hand, as my mind drifted to him. The mere thought of him made my heart race, a soft smile tugging at my lips.
How did I get this lucky? How did I find someone who knows just how to make me feel safe, cherished, like I’m the center of his world?
Even in my silliest insecurities, he treats me with such patience and care, as if I were the most precious thing he’s ever held.
He doesn’t brush me off or let me feel silly for feeling vulnerable. Instead, he talks to me gently like I'm a toddler.
I smile to myself, thinking about his little rituals—the way he comes home every evening, immediately searching for me, as if the weight of his day only lifts once he finds me.
He’ll lay his head on my lap, close his eyes, and wrap his arms around me, holding me nuzzling against my stomach, and I melt every time.
It’s like he knows exactly how to soothe me, how to make my heart flutter with just a touch, a look.
And his little antics are adorable, the way he pretends he’s utterly helpless when it’s time for dinner. Every night, he waits for me to feed him, acting like he’s as weak as a five-year-old who can’t lift his own fork. He’ll sit there, pout on his lips, with his innocent eyes, looking at me like he couldn’t possibly eat without me feeding him.
My cheeks flush, a smile breaking out as I remember how he always seems to know when I need him most. It’s like he reads my heart, understands me in ways no one else ever has.
When he kisses my forehead, when he looks at me with that gentle, adoring gaze, I feel like the luckiest person alive. I can’t help but imagine his smile, the warmth in his eyes, the way his hand cups my face so tenderly.
A soft laugh escapes me as I whisper to myself, “I don’t think he even knows what he does to me.”
My heart brimming with a love that feels almost too big for words.
"I love you," slipped out of my mouth, soft and unguarded, before I even realized it. My hands flew up, covering my mouth in shock. Did I just… Did I actually say that out loud?
Do I love him?
I love my Aan?
The question lingered, but before I could even try to reason with it, my heart answered in a voice so clear, so loud, that it left no room for doubt.
A big, resounding yes.
A smile broke across my face, filling me with a giddy excitement that I couldn't contain. I started bouncing in place, my heart racing, a warmth spreading through me from head to toe.
