𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑨: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐞 - Yours With All My Heart

{64}•ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴏʀᴇ?•

BONDITA

A soft, sleepy sigh left my lips as I stirred in bed, my body heavy with exhaustion. My limbs felt weak, my muscles sore, every inch of me tingling with a dull ache that was oddly satisfying. My mind was still hazy, trapped between sleep and wakefulness, wrapped in the remnants of last night.

Last night…

Heat crept up my cheeks as the memories came rushing back—the way he had touched me, claimed me, worshipped me in every possible way. His voice, deep and commanding, still echoed in my ears. “You’re mine, Bondita. Every inch of you belongs to me.” The possessiveness in his tone had sent shivers down my spine, had made me surrender to him completely.

And the way he had looked at me—intense, filled with something raw and untamed. Like I was the only thing that mattered. Like he would break the entire world apart just to have me.

A small, shy smile tugged at my lips as I stretched under the warm blanket, my fingers brushing against the soft sheets beside me. Instinctively, my hand reached out, searching for the familiar warmth of his body, expecting to feel his strong, steady presence next to me.

But all I felt was cold, empty space.

My brows knitted together in confusion. My fingers roamed the bed, patting the sheets as if I had missed him somehow. But no—his side was completely untouched.

A frown formed on my lips. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open, blinking away the last traces of sleep. I turned my head to the side, my heart sinking as I confirmed what I already knew.

Anirudh… he wasn’t there.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, suddenly feeling an odd hollowness settle inside me. He never left me like this. Never. No matter how rough, how intense the night was, he always stayed. Always pulled me into his arms, whispered against my hair, pressed lazy kisses to my temple before drifting to sleep with me.

Then where was he now?

A nervous gulp escaped me as I slowly sat up, wincing when a sharp ache shot through my body. My thighs burned, my skin was sensitive, my entire body ached in ways I had never felt before. I removed the blanket, hissing as the cool air hit my bare skin.

The marks he had left—deep, red, possessive—painted my body. My thighs, my breasts, even my wrists bore the evidence of his touch. My core was sore, a deep, pulsing ache settling between my legs.

I bit my lip, trying to stand, but my legs felt weak, trembling slightly under my weight. A whimper escaped before I could stop it, my fingers gripping the edge of the bed for support.

Where is he?

My eyes flickered to the bathroom door, hope flaring in my chest. Maybe he was still here. Maybe he was just freshening up. A small, expectant smile played on my lips as I perked up, waiting, anticipating the sound of the door opening, of him stepping out with his usual smirk, ready to tease me for sleeping so much.

But the smile faded the moment my gaze landed on the bathroom door.

It was open. And empty.

A deep pout formed on my lips as disappointment crashed into me. "Huh!! Abhi bhi gussa hai kya?" I mumbled, my voice hoarse from exhaustion. (Huh!! Is he still angry?)

Was that it? Was he upset? But… he had held me so close last night, had worshipped me like I was his most treasured possession. His touch had been possessive, adoring. So why did it feel like he had vanished without a word?

My eyes wandered around the room, searching for any sign of him. And then—something caught my attention.

On the bedside table, neatly placed, was a small set of ointments and medicines.