Sneha has fallen asleep in her bedroom.
Now Ishika also goes to her bedroom. She opens the door and finds Ujjwal asleep on the wooden rocking chair near the window, his eyes closed, and the chair gently rocking.
She quietly enters the room and very carefully closes the door. She walks up to him and lovingly gazes at him for a moment.
Because it’s very cold, she takes out a soft blanket from the cupboard and gently covers him with it.
As soon as the blanket touches his body, his eyes open.
“I thought you might be feeling cold, so I covered you with a blanket. I didn’t know it would wake you up,” she says, feeling bad.
“I was just resting my eyes, Ishika. I wasn’t asleep.”
“Okay.”
“I was waiting for you.” He has something important to discuss with her.
Pointing to herself, she asks, “Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“Did you need something, Kumar?” she asks softly.
He nods his head.
“What?”
“Come here,”
She walks closer to him and stands there.
“Now sit.”
She looks around but doesn’t see any table or chair, so she starts to sit on the floor.
“Not on the floor, Ishika…”
She was just about to sit down but stands back up again. “Then?”
“Here,” He places his hand on his lap.
She hesitates. “How can I sit there?”
“Why, Ishika? Don’t you want to sit here?” He looks into her eyes, but she looks down.
Ishika wonders whether to say what she’s thinking, but after a brief pause, she finally speaks, “If I sit on your lap, your legs will start hurting.” Her eyes dart up to his face and then back down.
“It’s just for a while, Ishika. I’ll manage.”
She slowly nods her head. He briefly removes the blanket from himself.
She is wearing a new, loose kurti.
As she turns to sit, she uses the chair for support, but he extends both his hands to help her, and she gently sits on his lap.
However, she doesn’t sit properly. She doesn’t put her full weight on him, and he notices this.
“Sit properly”
“I am... sitting properly,”
“You’re not sitting properly so that I don’t feel your weight.”
She then adjusts herself to sit properly.
“Good,” Ujjwal says. He covers both of them with the soft blanket again, leans back on the chair, and asks her to lean back as well.
Leaning back, Ishika pulls the blanket up to her chest. She closes her eyes, and just the thought of sitting on his lap makes her feel butterflies in her stomach, her cheeks turning red.
She feels something hard beneath her.
Naughty thoughts start to enter Ishika’s mind, making her cheeks feel even warmer.
“That’s my phone,” he says.
She softly nods.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and places on the side table.

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Conditions Of Shashank | 18+
RomanceIshika, a dark-skinned and chubby woman, has endured years of harsh taunts and cruel whispers. People ridiculed her appearance, declaring no one would ever truly accept her. Their words cut deep: "No man will marry someone like you?" "Anyone who...