HER SAFE PLACE

Baby

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Shivangi's POV

The moment Rocky left the room, a strange sensation crept over me, settling like a quiet storm in my chest. It wasn't sadness exactly, but it wasn't joy either-just an odd heaviness that I couldn't quite shake off. I brushed it aside quickly, forcing my mind to replay his parting words: "If I'm even a minute late, you can punish me."

My lips curled into a sly smirk as the corners of my mind filled with wicked ideas. "Oh, Rocky, you have no idea what's coming," I whispered under my breath, already planning ways to make his potential lateness memorable. My thoughts jumped from harmless teasing to downright mischievous pranks, each one more tempting than the last.

I glanced at the clock-20 minutes had already ticked by. There were only 10 minutes left before his promised return. My excitement bubbled up like an untamed force. The food on my plate had long been finished, and with nothing else to distract me, I began pacing the room. My restless energy needed an outlet.

My eyes landed on my phone, and an idea sparked. Music. That always worked. A mischievous grin crept back onto my face as I pulled up my playlist and hit play on Besharam Rang.

As the sultry tune of Besharam Rang filled the room, my feet moved to the rhythm, first hesitantly, then with growing confidence. The words floated through the air, pulling me deeper into the moment. I raised my arms, letting my body flow with the music, every beat syncing with my movements.

"En esta noche, la vida es completa..." I sang softly, swaying my hips to the hypnotic rhythm. My hands traced graceful arcs in the air, my smile growing wider with every note. I twirled, spinning lightly on my toes, feeling the music consume me.
(Tonight, life is complete)

"En este segundo, la vida es vírica..." My voice mingled with the lyrics, the playful smirk on my face turning into laughter. I moved to the center of the room, abandoning all hesitation as I let the music take over.
(In this second, life is rich)

I pointed at an imaginary audience, dramatically lip-syncing the next lines, "Humein toh loot liya milke, ishq walon ne," adding a playful flick of my wrist as if accusing the invisible culprits. My hips swayed, and I struck a mock-serious pose before breaking into a fit of giggles, my hair flying as I spun again.
(My heart has been robbed by my lovers)

The beat picked up, and so did my energy. I leaned into the playful vibe of the song, mimicking a confident strut as the words rolled off my tongue:
"Bahut hi tang kiya ab tak, inn khayalon ne..."
(How they torment me, these crazy thoughts of mine...)

The music crescendoed, and I pointed at my reflection in the glass, smirking as I twirled once more.
"Besharam rang kahan dekha, duniya walon ne," I sang, gesturing dramatically as if I were the star of my own concert.
(The world has yet to witness the full colors of me)

The song became a celebration of freedom, and I danced with every ounce of joy I could muster. For those few minutes, the world faded away, leaving just me, the music, and the giddy rush of being alive.

As the final lines played, I ended my impromptu performance with a dramatic flourish, striking a playful pose and laughing at my own antics. The music faded, and I was left breathless, my cheeks flushed, my heart pounding with exhilaration.

It wasn't just dancing-it was release. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was unapologetically, unashamedly myself.

As the song ended, I finally came to a stop, breathless and grinning from ear to ear. My hands rested on my knees as I caught my breath. But the moment I looked up, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.