BOOK 1 OF THE UNEXPECTED SERIES
In a world where tradition clashes with modernity, Vaidehi is a modern-day princess bound by society's rigid expectations.
Saransh, a brooding prince with a shadowed past, one he's not keen to reveal. Despite his nobl...
Early Update <3 (Cz someone said ki "aapko aapke pati ki kasam update kar do, agar pati nahi hai toh bhi" 😭😂)
Also, don't worry, nobody saw them in the balcony. And lemme tell you all, if I had to rewrite that scene, I will again write in the balcony only, cause it's just more hot, period.
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"Vaidehi," he calls, his voice pulling me towards wakefulness. I feel the gentle press of a mattress beneath me as he lays me down, his hands careful. My heavy eyelids flutter open, and I find him watching me, his dark eyes filled with something I can't quite place.
A lazy smile tugs at my lips. He exhales, relief washing over his face.
"Wait here," he murmurs, disappearing for a moment before returning with a glass of water and one of his t-shirts.
"Drink," he says, bringing the glass to my lips. I take small sips, too tired to hold it myself.
Then, with patient hands, he helps me out of my saree, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. There's no urgency, no hesitation—just quiet care. Once I'm free of the heavy fabric, he slips his t-shirt over my head, the fabric soft and carrying his scent.
He pulls the blanket over me, tucking me in. The moment my head touches the pillow, my eyes flutter shut, exhaustion pulling me under.
I barely register the feather-light kiss he presses to my forehead.
"I have to go," he whispers.
But sleep is already claiming me, and I am too tired to understand.
The warmth of his body lingers for a moment, then vanishes. Even in my sleep, I sense it—the absence of him. A strange emptiness settles in, but I am too far gone to do anything about it.
My eyes blink open to soft daylight filtering through the curtains. The first thing I notice is the cold. The missing warmth beside me.
I shift beneath the blanket, my hand instinctively reaching out—searching.
But he isn't there.
The entire day passes in an agonizing haze of waiting. The house bustles around me—but I remain still, caught in the restless anticipation of his return.
I don't eat breakfast, nor do I touch the lunch Maa Saa lovingly sets before me. I tell myself it's because I want to have dinner with him, that I'm simply waiting for us to eat together like we always do. But deep down, I know the truth. It's not just about dinner.
It's about the way he watches me, the way his fingers brush against my lips when he feeds me a bite, the way—without saying anything—he makes me feel like I belong beside him. I want that again. I need that again.
I call him. Once. Twice. Again and again.
No answer.
A strange knot forms in my stomach. Everything between us had been going fine—better than fine. Last night...
