HER SAFE PLACE

Periods

Shivangi’s POV

I was just about to respond when—suddenly—I felt something wet down there.

My whole body tensed. No…

Panic shot through me as realization dawned. Without thinking, I shoved Rocky off me and bolted towards the washroom, slamming the door shut behind me. My heart pounded as I frantically checked.

And there it was.

I got my periods.

I groaned, running a hand over my face. Of all times… Why now?

Before I could even think of what to do next, I heard a knock.

"Shivangi?" Rocky’s voice was confused at first. "What happened?"

I bit my lip, unsure whether to answer.

Another knock. Louder this time. "Shivangi, talk to me!"

I remained silent, feeling too embarrassed to say it out loud.

A sharp bang on the door made me jump. "Shivangi, open the damn door!" His voice had turned urgent now, almost desperate.

I cursed under my breath. Why is he panicking so much?!

And then—BANG.

I gasped. Was he trying to break the door?!

Hurriedly, I unlocked it and pulled it open.

The moment Rocky saw me, he let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. Without wasting a second, he cupped my face, his hands trembling slightly. His eyes frantically scanned me, his panic still evident.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

I blinked up at him, momentarily stunned. He was sweating. His breathing was uneven. His eyes were wild with worry.

He kept looking at me, waiting for me to speak. When I didn’t, he suddenly snapped, "Say something, Shivangi! You’re scaring the shit out of me!"

Lowering my gaze in embarrassment, I mumbled, "I… I got my periods. I need some stuff."

Rocky stared at me. And then—he let out a deep sigh, his tense shoulders finally relaxing. He ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes for a second before looking back at me.

And then—before I could process anything—he picked me up.

"Rocky!" I gasped, my arms flying around his shoulders. "Put me down! Are you mad?! You’ll get dirty—you’ll get stained!"

Did he care? Not one bit.

He carried me straight into the wardrobe, walking towards a specific section.

"Open it," he instructed.

I hesitated. "Rocky, I—"

"My hands are kind of busy carrying you, sweetheart. Just open it."

Sighing, I reached forward and opened the cabinet.

And froze.

Inside were all types of sanitary products—pads, tampons, menstrual cups, pain relievers, heating patches—literally everything a girl could possibly need.

I stared at the neatly arranged shelves, my eyes widening.

"Pick whatever you prefer," Rocky said casually.

I turned to look at him, completely stunned. But then, feeling shy, I quickly lowered my gaze. "Put me down… I can manage from here."

Did he listen? Nope.