Anaya-His heartbeat

CHAPTER-33

SO GUYZ WHATS UP 

like i seriously dont know what I am writing recently I am a bit nervous as its my first time doing all this  things might not be in place but please co operate I try to be better every passing day  enjoy the chapter btw 

ANAYA'S POV

As soon as we pulled up to the Car, I saw Ayaan and Samaira running towards the car, their faces full of worry and guilt. Samaira leaned in, her voice laced with concern, "bhabhi! Are you okay? What happened?"Before I could respond, Shivarth shot them a look, his expression a mix of irritation and protectiveness. "Oh, so now you're concerned? This was your brilliant idea, wasn't it?" he muttered, raising an eyebrow at both of them.Ayaan groaned, holding up his hands in defense. "We just wanted her to see the farm! How were we supposed to know she'd get hurt?"Shivarth scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, right, because nothing says 'good idea' like sending someone who's never stepped foot on a farm down a narrow, uneven path. Genius move, Ayaan."Samaira shot him a look, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Bhai, she's fine now! Don't act like we threw her into a pit!"I couldn't help but giggle, despite the pain in my ankle. Seeing Shivarth all riled up, defending me like this, was oddly heartwarming—and just a little funny. But I couldn't let him keep scolding Ayaan and Samaira. They were just trying to show me around, and honestly, I'd been more than eager to go."Shivarth,  i am sorry I wanted to go " I said, giving him a gentle nudge. "It wasn't their fault. I wanted to go, remember?"He sighed, casting a sideways glance at me, his irritation softening just a bit. "Fine, you dont need to be sorry about ths " he muttered, clearly giving in, but he couldn't resist one last jab. "But next time, try not to send her on an adventure that requires sturdy boots and a first-aid kit."Ayaan rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "You're just mad because she got hurt and it wasn't us you could yell at."Shivarth narrowed his eyes. "You're lucky she's here, or you'd be in the doghouse already."I chuckled, shaking my head at the banter. But as we headed inside, I could still see the worry etched on Shivarth's face, even as he tried to mask it with his usual grumpy demeanor. He didn't let go of me once, keeping a firm hold around my waist to make sure I wasn't putting any weight on my injured ankle.By the time we got to the front door, the sky had already turned dark, and the cool evening air was wrapping around us. Before I could even try to walk on my own, Shivarth bent down and effortlessly lifted me into his arms, not bothering to ask."Shivarth!" I gasped, my face heating up instantly. "I told you, I can walk!"He just smirked, his gaze daring me to argue. "You wanted the farm tour, and I delivered. Now that you're hurt, I'm delivering you safely back to our room. End of discussion."I opened my mouth to protest, but he raised an eyebrow, daring me to argue further. "Keep fighting me on this, Mrs. Oberoi, and I'll make it my mission to embarrass you in front of everyone on our way to the room."That shut me up quickly, my protests fading as he carried me down the dim hallway. I looped my hands around his neck, feeling my heart race as the distance between us disappeared, our faces mere inches apart.As we entered the room, he gently set me down on the bed, his hands lingering just a second longer than necessary. I caught the faintest hint of a smile on his face, a softness in his eyes that almost made me forget the pain. And as he pulled back, he couldn't resist one more comment, his voice low and teasing."Next time you want an adventure, maybe leave the heels behind, hmm?" he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.I huffed, crossing my arms. "You know, you're really enjoying this 'I told you so' moment, aren't you?"He shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. "What can I say? It's not often I get to be right *and* play the hero."I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto my face. Shivarth might be stubborn, grumpy, and sarcastic—but right now, with him standing in front of me, looking at me with that soft, warm expression, I didn't mind it one bit.  

After a long day fi Shivarth and I finally settled down for the night. He took the couch while I claimed the bed, the familiar arrangement that had somehow become our routine in just a few days of marriage. The next morning, I woke up to an empty room. Shivarth was missing, and I assumed he had gone to the gym.As I stretched and blinked the sleep from my eyes, I glanced out the window and was immediately enveloped in the vibrant greens of the countryside. Unlike the concrete jungle of Delhi, this place felt like a breath of fresh air, and I couldn't help but smile. The sun shone brightly, illuminating the lush landscape, and I felt a wave of happiness wash over me. Today, I decided, would be a day for photos. I quickly got ready in a black saree that made me feel breathtaking, the soft fabric hugging my curves perfectly, almost as if I could conquer the world—or at least my Instagram feed.I sauntered to the mirror, twirling and admiring myself. "Look at you, Anaya! Absolutely stunning," I said to my reflection, feeling a surge of self-obsession. But when I grabbed my phone to capture the moment, my heart sank. The screen was cracked, a casualty of yesterday's mishap at the farm. "Ugh, great," I muttered to myself, feeling a knot form in my stomach. I needed good pictures, and with my phone in this state, it was impossible. Ayaan and Samaira were out for a morning walk, leaving me with no one to turn to but Shivarth. *Come on, Anaya, just ask him for his phone. It's not a big deal,* I reasoned with myself, pacing around the room. *But what if he thinks I'm being too needy?* I sighed, glancing at his phone on the bedside table. *And what if he says no?* "Okay, but it's just a phone! You need it to take pictures. Besides, he said I could use it whenever," I reassured myself, still feeling a flutter of hesitation. "But what if he finds it weird? Ugh, stop overthinking!" I shook my head, exasperated with my own thoughts.After much back-and-forth, I finally decided to confront the situation. Just as I was about to gather my courage, he walked back into the room, looking freshly energized and a bit disheveled, the edges of his hair still slightly tousled from sleep."Good morning, ," he greeted, his smile brightening the room."Good morning!" I replied, trying to keep my composure as I felt a blush creeping onto my cheeks. "Um, I need to borrow your phone'

''umm spying on your husband already"

" shut up obv not.... my phone broke"

He raised an eyebrow, concern flickering across his face. "What happened?"I quickly explained the whole saga, from the farm fall to my current phone predicament. "So, can I use yours for a bit?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but my nerves were evident."Of course! It's right there," he pointed to the bedside table. "But why didn't you just take it? You know it's all yours, right?""Didn't want to seem pushy," I admitted, feeling a bit sheepish. He laughed softly, a warm sound that made me feel lighter. "Trust me, asking for my phone is the least pushy thing you could do. Just don't break it, alright?"I grinned, relieved. "I'll do my best!" I picked it up and noticed a small piece of paper peeking out from the corner. "By the way, what's the passcode?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's 1601," he replied, and my heart did a little flip. "That's my birthday!" I exclaimed, my smile widening. After a half-hour of struggling to take a decent picture, I threw my hands up in defeat. "Ugh, I can't do this! Shivarth, help me!" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Just show me what you want, and I'll help you." With a few pointers from him, I finally managed to get some shots that I was happy with. "Okay, how about one where I pretend to be a Bollywood diva?" I suggested playfully, striking a dramatic pose.Shivarth raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh really? You think you can pull that off?""Watch me!" I said, flinging my hair back dramatically as I tilted my head."Okay, okay, but don't overdo it. I want to capture your beauty, not scare off the neighbors," he teased, adjusting the angle of the phone.Afterward, I settled down on the bed, scrolling through the gallery to see how they turned out. I giggled at some of the ridiculous poses I had struck, but that's when I stumbled upon the paper again. My name was written on it, and curiosity piqued, I picked it up. To my surprise, it was a list of my favorite things: my favorite colors, foods, and even my hobbies. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized that despite this being a forced marriage, he had taken the time to learn about me, to care for me.I placed the phone back on his drawer, feeling overwhelmed. I needed to ask him about this later, to understand just how much he cared. For now, though, I felt a rush of gratitude and warmth towards him, and I couldn't wait to see where this new understanding would lead us. As I stood there, staring at the list, I thought about how different this all was from my expectations. This wasn't just a marriage of convenience; it had the potential to become something meaningful. With renewed determination, I promised myself I would confront him about the list later, to find out what he thought about it. Maybe this was the start of something beautiful between us after all. and I will ask him about this in the evening