𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉: 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝟔𝟓.

RANVIJAY

After ages, I'd slept peacefully. Not physically but mentally. I mean, who sleeps while having sex? One year had felt like a thousand without her. It was 5 a.m., and I was awake, watching the beautiful woman breathing next to me. 

One of her legs was draped over my thigh, and her head rested on my upper arm. Her sleeping positions were funny.

After spending countless nights alone in misery, we had spent last night making love. It felt more like a dream. I traced her lips with my thumb, they looked perfect, especially when tangled with mine. 

Leaning forward, I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, careful not to wake her up. Kashish, you have no idea how much I missed you. 

When I took those three bullets, I thought I wouldn't survive—that it was the end of my life. And then, something magical happened. Maa. I saw her in my dream. She gave me the strength to fight back, reminding me of the promises I'd made to you.

Maa and Kashish. Only two women in my life whom I loved the most. They were both my strength and my weakness at the same time.

I returned to Pune a day before Dad's retirement party. Only I know how hard it was to hold myself back when Divya and Akash went to meet Kashish. I was dying to see her, touch her, embrace her. But I stopped because I wanted to surprise her. Divya and Akash were my partners in crime for that.

I was inside my room, wearing clothes for the party, when I heard anklet bells outside. With every step she took forward, my heartbeat reached its peak. That sound was familiar—playful, museful, and little noisy like Kashish—but my heart found peace in it. I knew Kashish was coming to my room.

A chuckle escaped my lips when she dropped her hands in annoyance. I was impressed she had learned to wear saree, though she was still clumsy with knots. So, I helped her. I landed back in the moment as she stirred slightly.

I brushed her hair away from her face and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. A lazy morning smile tugged at her lips as she recognized my touch. She let out an adorable yawn before her eyes slowly opened to meet mine. "Morning, Ran,"

I smiled and wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. "Morning, Jaan. Slept well?"

"Hmm." She stretched her tiny arms and snuggled closer. "I had a dream." I slid the blanket over her shoulder with one hand while caressing her hair with the other.

"What were you dreaming about?" I asked. She tilted her head up and looked at me. "I was dancing with a handsome guy. In the rain."

"Was it me?" Of course, it was me.

"Mmhmm. No. It was someone else in a black suit, but I don't remember exactly." My smile immediately dropped. "So, you were dreaming about other guys?" I pulled my hands away from her and flipped over.

She giggled at my annoyance. "Ranvijay..." Her hair cascaded over my face as she crushed her lips to my cheek, hugging me from behind. "Don't want to talk to you." I tried to pull her away, but she clung to me like a second skin.

"Are you getting jealous of a dream?" she teased, making me sigh. Yes, I wasn't okay with other guys capturing her thoughts except me. Her thoughts belonged to me. "How do you expect me to react?"

"Sometimes you're so cute, Major." She pinched my cheeks playfully but flinched when I rolled her over and pinned her hands above her head. "Nothing is funny about it," I warned coldly. 

"And I hate it when you think about other men instead of me," I growled. I never liked sharing what was mine, and Kashish was mine. I couldn't share her with anyone—not even my shadow.