𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 : 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

~🥀 Adoring his Deity 🥀~

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In the quiet embrace of the evening, the clock struck 8 as Anubhav returned to the palace, his usual commanding demeanor intact. After shedding his coat and draping it over the sofa, he inquired about Haseena's whereabouts.

"Abhi tak library mein hain, rana sa," Meera informed him softly.

A flicker of surprise crossed his face. She had been in the library since morning. Without a word, he adjusted his cuffs and headed toward the library.

As he approached the grand doors, he stopped in his tracks. The scene inside was nothing short of ethereal.

There she was, seated on the plush couch, engrossed in a book. Her hair, tied in a messy bun with the aid of a pencil, framed her face delicately. The soft glow of moonlight streaming through the towering windows bathed her in a silvery radiance. Her white Anarkali seemed woven from moonlight itself, cascading around her like a gentle ripple of waves.

His heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t just beautiful—she was divine. In that moment, she wasn’t just Haseena. She was "his goddess."

Leaning against the doorframe, Anubhav crossed his arms, allowing himself a rare moment of vulnerability as he drank in the sight. The hard edges of his personality softened, replaced by an ache that he couldn’t quite name.

He didn’t disturb her, content with simply watching. The silence between them was serene, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. Yet, deep within, a fire raged—a yearning, a possessiveness, and a love so intense it threatened to consume him whole.

"Kaash yeh pal hamesha ke liye ruk jaaye," he muttered under his breath, his lips curling into a faint smile.

For a moment, he was not the dominating Anubhav Singh Yaduvanshi. He was just a man admiring the woman who had unknowingly claimed every piece of his heart.

Anubhav watched her for a long while, every subtle movement of hers pulling him deeper into his trance. The way her delicate fingers turned the pages, the soft crease on her forehead as she concentrated, and the occasional sigh she let out—it was as if the world outside had ceased to exist.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, he cleared his throat, his deep voice cutting through the stillness of the library. "Kitna padhengi, Haseena? Din bhar se yahin hain."

Startled, she looked up, her doe-like eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, she seemed unsure of what to say, as if she had been caught doing something forbidden.

"Hum... woh bas ek aur kitaab..." she trailed off, her voice barely audible.

He stepped inside, his leather shoes making soft clicks against the wooden floor. His towering figure seemed to fill the vast room as he walked toward her. "Humne aapko yeh library gift ki thi, iska matlab yeh nahi ki aap apni health ko nazarandaaz karein."

She lowered her gaze, fiddling with the corner of the book in her lap. "Yahan itni saari kitaabein hain... samajh nahi aa raha kya padhein aur kya na padhein."

Anubhav smirked faintly, shaking his head. "Aur agar hum yeh keh dein ki library sirf ek bahana tha? Ki hum bas aapke chehre par muskaan dekhna chahte the?"

Her eyes shot up to meet his, confusion and something unnameable flickering within them. "Aap kyun...?"

"Kyunki aap humein chain se jeene nahi deti hain," he interrupted, his voice dropping an octave, laced with a dangerous tenderness. "Jab aap roti hain, hum tadapte hain. Jab aap haste hain, hum jeete hain."

She swallowed hard, her heart racing at the intensity in his gaze. The way he looked at her—as though she were the only thing keeping him alive—was suffocating and liberating all at once.

"Lekin yeh galat hai," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Aapko humein jaane dena chahiye."

Anubhav chuckled darkly, taking another step closer. "Galat aur sahi ki baatein tab hoti hain jab dil aur dimaag ek ho. Hamare liye toh bas ek hi sach hai... aur wo hai aap."

Before she could respond, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes softening just a fraction. "Aaj ka dinner saath karte hain, Haseena ji. Chaliye."

She opened her mouth to refuse, but the sharp edge in his gaze warned her against it. His stern expression left no room for argument. Reluctantly, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Theek hai."

A flicker of satisfaction crossed his face as he stepped aside slightly, gesturing with a subtle bow. "After you," he said, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable authority.

Haseena hesitated for a moment, unused to such a gesture. Gathering herself, she quietly stepped forward, her soft anklets chiming faintly in the silence. For a man like him, so commanding and unyielding, this simple act of chivalry felt oddly tender.

Her heart fluttered, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through her chest. No one in her life had ever shown her this kind of care or respect. Her mind warred with her emotions—was it genuine, or just another way to bind her closer?

Anubhav followed behind, his lips curving into a faint smirk. He could sense the subtle shift in her demeanor, the unspoken thoughts swimming in her head.

As they reached the dining table, he pulled out a chair for her, the scrape of wood against the marble floor echoing lightly. "Please," he said simply, gesturing for her to sit.

Haseena lowered herself into the chair, her hands resting on her lap, as Anubhav took his seat across from her. The meal began in silence, her movements hesitant as she picked at her food. His gaze remained steady, watchful yet unreadable.

For Haseena, this dinner was unlike any other. Despite the weight of her circumstances, for the first time in a long time, she felt seen—an unsettling yet undeniable feeling that both scared and softened her heart.

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Sorry if guys found it boring.. but let me tell you this story is not pre planned so I'm thinking over it.

A/N: A collection book is on the way..💝

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