"𝑯𝒊𝒔 Bindani "

26. My love bite 💖

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As I lay there, thoughts swirling in my mind, I couldn't hold back the words that slipped past my lips—

"Kyun jaana chahti ho humse door, aap?" (Why do you want to go away from me?)

Silence followed.

I waited.

Maybe she was too lost in her dreams, too far from the edge of consciousness to hear me. A part of me hoped she would respond, even if just in a whisper. But the quiet stretched on, and with each passing second, my hopes crumbled a little more.

I sighed, resigning myself to the emptiness of an unanswered question, and let my eyes flutter shut.

And then—

Like a delicate melody, her voice broke through the silence, brushing against my senses like a soft breeze.

I froze.

"Aap door mat jao na... safe feel hota hai... comfort zone ban chuke ho aap... cute ho na... isiliye... magar pata nahi aapke mann mein kya hota hai, samajh hi nahi aata..." (Don’t go away… I feel safe with you… You’ve become my comfort zone… You’re cute, that’s why… But I don’t know what goes on in your mind, I just can’t understand...)

Every single word she spoke carved itself deeper into me, marking my heart with her presence. Her grip on me tightened, her warmth seeping through, setting my senses ablaze.

I stayed still, waiting.

Waiting for her hold to loosen, for the fire within me to subside so I could slip away and take a cold shower.

This girl—first, she made me do things I had never even imagined in my life.

And now, she’s saying things I never thought I would ever hear.

What an exceptional piece of existence she is.

As she didn’t move an inch, I had no choice but to sleep like that—trapped in her warmth, in her grip, in the chaos she unknowingly created within me.

Only this little girl had the power to make me feel this way…

To make a man like me lose control over himself.

It wasn’t a small thing, after all.

—

My eyes fluttered open when I felt her slipping away from my arms.

Blinking through the haze of sleep, I caught a glimpse of her face—worried, lost in thoughts so deep that she didn’t even notice me watching.

And before I could say anything, before I could reach out—

She vanished from my sight.

SIYA S POV

I didn’t even realize how long I had been asleep on the sofa. The whole room felt still, time slipping away without my notice. But one thing I was damn sure about—the dream I just had, of someone carrying me so gently, was straight out of my books.

Too fictional. Too delusional.

Bas, kaash aisa kuch real life mein bhi hota… (If only something like this happened in real life too...)

Hayee, yeh mere nadaan khwab… (Oh, these naive dreams of mine…)

But before I could drift deeper into my dreamy haze, someone—some ruthless, heartless insaan (person)—had the audacity to interrupt my sleep. A harsh jolt, shaking me awake as if my peaceful slumber was a crime.