𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"43. Peace in his arms"

"Unke labon ka sparsh jaise gulab ki pankhudiya,
Unki muskaan jaise phoolon ki kaliyan,
Sharam se laal gaal jaise oos ki boondein,
Aakhon me gehrayi aisi jaise meri puri duniya"

-Vaidehi
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(Rudraksh)

Rishwik reached the office in record time, his anger simmering as he thought about the audacity of the person who had called him. The parking lot was almost deserted, and the building seemed eerily quiet, with most of the lights turned off. Only a few dimly lit corners hinted at the presence of the regular guards stationed for security. He parked his car hastily, stepped out, and walked briskly towards the entrance. The stillness of the office, combined with the festive season, was unusual but didn't deter him. It was Diwali, and the office was officially closed, but he had a mission. With determined steps, he entered the elevator and ascended to his floor.

As the elevator doors opened, he strode purposefully towards his cabin, his mind still preoccupied with irritation. But as he reached the door, he came to an abrupt halt. His breath hitched, and all traces of anger evaporated in an instant, replaced by pure, unadulterated awe.

There, right in front of his cabin door, sat Riyanshi. She was leaning against the doorframe, her head tilted slightly to the side, lost in a peaceful slumber. Her golden lehenga, intricately adorned with mirror work, shimmered softly under the faint light, casting a mesmerizing glow around her. The scattered packets of chips and her sandals lying haphazardly nearby added a touch of endearing casualness to the scene.

Rishwik's heart softened as he took in the sight of her. The delicate rise and fall of her breathing, the serene expression on her face, and the way her lehenga sparkled, it all held him captive. His anger seemed like a distant memory as he stood there, utterly entranced. In that moment, all he could do was marvel at the enchanting vision before him, completely forgetting the purpose of his visit and the storm of emotions that had driven him there.

Rishwik couldn't tear his eyes away from her angelic face, her features glowing softly under the muted light. It was as though time had stopped, and all that existed was this tranquil moment. Without even realizing it, his legs carried him closer to her. Gently, he lowered himself onto his knees, sitting mere inches away, his heart brimming with an unspoken warmth. A soft smile graced his lips as he gazed at her, every detail of her face etched into his mind, the delicate curve of her lips, the faint blush on her cheeks, the serene expression that made her look even more ethereal. A few stray tendrils of hair had fallen onto her face, partially obscuring the captivating view.

Almost instinctively, his hand reached out, fingers brushing her skin ever so lightly as he tucked the loose strands behind her ear. The simple gesture made his heart race, but it also brought a touch of reality back into the moment. Riyanshi stirred slightly at his touch, shifting as if sensing his presence. The subtle movement jolted Rishwik out of his reverie. Realizing how utterly lost he had been, he quickly composed himself, straightened his posture, and tried to erase the telltale smile that lingered on his lips.

Turning his face away to mask his emotions, he cleared his throat, the sound echoing faintly in the stillness of the office. With a deep breath, he gathered his resolve and turned back towards her, gently shaking her shoulder.

Rishwik: "Riyanshi, uthooo"
(Riyanshi, wake up!)

Riyanshi slowly opened her eyes, her lashes fluttering as she adjusted to the light. Still drowsy and in her sleepy state, she tilted her head slightly, her gaze landing on Rishwik's face. A soft, cute smile curved her lips as she admired his handsome features. Rishwik noticed her sweet, innocent expression and smirked mischievously, leaning closer to her.