Midnight Whispers ||18+

Ch-38

Sana's POV

He's mine. Right? Yes he's fucking mine. The way his arms are wrapped around me, his leg draped possessively over mine. It's like he's silently claiming me even in his sleep.

And God, he looks so innocent, so peaceful, yet every inch of him screams danger.

His messy hair is a beautiful disaster, and I swear it's going to be the death of me. I've never seen him this vulnerable, not like this. He never lets his guard down-except when he's sick, or when he's with me. And, of course, after he's fucked me so hard I can barely think straight.

That's his rhythm, his routine, and the crazy part? It's the most twisted thing about him that turns me on the most.

My eyes trace the sharp lines of his back, the taut muscles relaxed for once, but even in stillness, he radiates power. He's lethal, beautiful, and so unapologetically mine.

But when did this happen? When did I go from seeing him as my chaos, my storm, to being unable to breathe without him? When did the man who drove me insane become my calm? My peace?

He's my savior. He keeps the demons at bay, destroys anything or anyone-that threatens me. But who will save me from him?

Because Aarav Chauhan isn't just a man.

He's a force of nature, a storm in human form. The darker shade of his eyes whenever I'm too close to someone else is a warning I'd be foolish to ignore. He doesn't share. He doesn't forgive. He destroys.

He's not just a man- He's a devil in human form. He's tall, sharp, and those grey eyes are so addictive they feel like a trap. I'm already caught, and I don't even want to fight it.

Aarav Chauhan. My chaos. My peace. My devil. And the scary part? I wouldn’t change a single thing about him.

The scar on his back, which is covered in tattoos, must have caused him unbearable pain. I don’t even know the full extent of what he has been through. He wasn’t always the way he is now. There was a time when he must have laughed freely, felt safe, and trusted the world.

Monsters aren’t born; they’re made.

And it’s true. The fact that he was abused by his father, the fact that his real parents tried to kill him, fucking burns me from the inside. He didn’t deserve this. He was just a child—innocent, vulnerable, and craving love like any other kid. But instead, he got pain. Pain that shaped him into the guarded, ruthless man he is today.

My heart aches as I brush my fingers over the scar, hoping to comfort him somehow.

“DON’T.”

The sharpness of his voice makes me flinch. I freeze, and I slowly pull away.

“I’m sorry,” But before I can get far, his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist in. He pulls me back toward him, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Don’t run away from me"

“I wasn’t—” I begin but he cuts me off.

“You were,” he says, his grip tightening slightly. “Don’t. I hate it when people leave.”

"I wasn’t leaving. I was just…"

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, he doesn’t respond. Then he sighs, letting go of my wrist but keeping me close. “No one touches it. Not ever.”

“You didn’t deserve any of it.”

He looks away “Deserve doesn’t mean shit. Life doesn’t care about fair. You either survive, or you don’t.”

“And you survived"

“You don’t know what I’ve done. You don’t want to see that side of me. No one does.”

And with that, he stood up and left.

They say the worst monsters are the ones hiding under the bed. But for us, the monsters are always here—always watching, always creeping.

His monsters are in his head, taking over everything, stealing his peace, and breaking his happiness. Some things we just can’t say, feelings too dark to even talk about. They don’t seem important, but they’re the ones that tear everything apart.

Emotions don’t just make us weak—they show the twisted, ugly parts of us we try to hide. The parts that scare everyone, even us. I don’t know about anyone else, but I know his monsters are still there, still digging into him. His emotions are tearing him apart from the inside, and he can’t escape them.

I wanted to reach out, to pull him back, but I knew better. The more you fight the monsters, the stronger they get. And deep down, we both knew, we were already too far gone.

Aarav's POV:

Shit. What was I even thinking? The last thing I want is for her to feel sorry for me. Those hauntingly beautiful brown eyes—were they full of sympathy? No, not sympathy. Shit, no. I can’t let her in. Not yet, at least.

There are too many things to deal with, too many pieces to put back together. I can’t let her become one of them, not right now. I can’t let her be a part of the mess I’m carrying. I’ve built these walls for a reason, kept my distance for a reason.

The way she looked at me, with that softness in her eyes—it almost made me want to let everything go. But I can’t.

There’s too much I have to do, too much I have to fix. And if she becomes a part of it, she’ll just get hurt. I won’t let that happen.

I can’t afford to be weak around her, even though every part of me is screaming to let her in. Not now. Not yet.

It was hard. And the harder I tried to pull away, the stronger the pull toward her became.

Chirag said the whole media is talking about Sana — How she kidnapped and killed my uncle. The words felt like a punch to my chest.

“This can’t be happening,” Before I knew it, I grabbed a vase and smashed it against the wall. The sound of it breaking filled the room.

The last thing I wanted was for Sana to go through this. For the media to hate her. But now, they’re turning against her.

Gripping my phone tightly as I called Chirag again.

"Get everything ready. Book the best hotel you can find and make sure it’s flawless. By tomorrow, she’ll be mine—officially."

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Thank you so much for waiting and sticking with my story! I’m really sorry for the late updates, but I’m so incredibly happy right now—

Oh my God, they’re finally getting engaged! Yayyyyyyyy.