Sitaaron ki mehfil mein, faqat tum hi mera noorani chaand ho
After few months
Naira’s pov
It's strange how life can shift, how you can feel broken and lost one day, and then... slowly, everything changes. The bruises are gone now, the ones that used to mark my skin like shadows of the past. I don’t feel the sting of those memories as sharply anymore. I feel like myself again, the old Naira, the one who smiles without holding back and lives without looking over her shoulder.
And Dev... he's been my anchor through all of it. Every time he’d gently hint at his feelings, every time he asked if I could see him as more than a friend, I’d freeze up, unsure of my own heart. He’d smile and say, “Take your time. I’ll wait.” It’s incredible how he’s never pushed, never pressured just waited, always there, supporting me without asking for anything in return.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to give him the answer he’s hoping for. But what I do know is that, because of him, I’m not afraid to face tomorrow. He’s helped me rebuild, until I could stand strong again.
There are moments when I catch myself thinking about what it would mean to be with Dev, really with him. He’s always been patient, even when I’ve been distant or silent. Somehow, he understood that I needed time more time than anyone else might have been willing to give.
I see him differently now. There’s this warmth in his eyes, something gentle and unwavering. It’s not just affection; it’s this quiet strength, this assurance that he’s there, no matter what. It makes me wonder if maybe, just maybe, I could let myself feel something deeper. But then, fear creeps in, whispering doubts about whether I can trust my heart after everything it’s been through.
I never imagined I'd feel this way again. Not after everything that happened with Yuvaan. There was a time when I was sure love wasn’t for me especially after Yuvaan. He wasn’t just protective; it felt like he was trying to control every part of my life.
I suspected dev was watching me, not openly, but there were signs. He’d always know details I’d never shared, be aware of things he couldn’t have known otherwise. I tried to confront him once, almost jokingly, saying I thought he might be stalking me. He just laughed, brushing it off as if I were imagining things. But it left me unsettled, and in the end, it only deepened my doubts about love.
Dev showed me what real love looks like one that’s full of care, understanding. It’s not just in the way he treats me, but in the way he treats Ahaan too. Yuvaan barely cared about Ahaan, as if he is unworthy of his time. But Dev? He’s there for Ahaan every day. He’s never too busy or too tired to spend time with him. Watching him play with Ahaan, seeing how much joy he brings him it melts my heart. It makes me fall for him more deeply than I thought possible.
From the very beginning, Dev had feelings for me, even when I first called him bhaiya ji. I didn’t realize back then that he was so serious about me or that he had this mysterious side hidden beneath his calm exterior. But looking back now, none of that matters. What matters is the way he feels like home, like the safe place I never knew I needed.
My parents often call and ask about Dev, which always brings back memories of how he would reach out to them, explaining and reassuring them that I hadn’t done anything wrong. He never judged me and was always willing to speak up for me, something no one else had ever done. He’s the first person to make that kind of effort, to show me I was worth standing up for.
