⚠️ Warning: This chapter contains mature content. Read at your own risk. 18+
"Do you want to go to him?"
Akash Ji's voice was calm—too calm and filled with sadness.
I blinked, struggling to process his words. "What?"
"Do you want to go to him?" he repeated, his expression unreadable.
This wasn't what I had expected. I thought he would ask, Do you love me? I thought he would fight for me, not offer me this choice.
He looked as though he would walk away if I said yes.
Anger surged within me. "Why would you even ask that?" My voice trembled, not from hesitation, but from the sheer absurdity of his question.
"Because you should decide for yourself, Avani," he said, his jaw tightening. "If there's any part of you that still wants to be with him, I won't stop you."
I stared at him, frustration bubbling over. "Why would I want to go to that bastard?"
Akash exhaled, his shoulders sagging as if he had been holding his breath. Yet, he still looked uncertain, as though he didn't trust my answer.
I stepped closer and hugged him around his torso he shivered and kept my face on his chest hearing to his heartbeat and replied. "I don't want to go to him, Akash Ji. I never did. And I don't know why you'd even think that."
He hesitated before speaking. "Because you were engaged to him. You looked... happy. You never told me you wanted this—us. And now, after everything, I don't know what to believe."
For the first time, I saw it—the fear in his eyes. The fear of losing me.
I had always known Akash Ji cared, but I had thought he was too intense, too volatile—traits I didn't admire. There was a fire in his eyes, a pride in the way he carried himself, a power that made people step back.
But he was also honest. A man of his word.
And in the last few days, living with him, seeing him soften for me, sharing those quiet moments—it had changed everything.
Now, he was looking at me as if he was on the verge of breaking, and I couldn't bear it.
I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his torso. He shivered under my touch.
Taking a deep breath, I whispered, "I didn't like him. I was forced into the engagement."
Akash's body tensed, but then he relaxed slightly, as if those words were what he needed to hear.
"I tried to accept my fate. I tried to like him," I admitted. "But he was a lost cause. All he cared about was showing me off to his friends, trying to touch me whenever he could."
His breathing turned ragged, his fists clenched at his sides.
I looked up at him. "I wanted a miracle to happen on my wedding day." I swallowed hard.
"And YOU happened."
His eyes widened, his lips parting as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
The look on his face—it was something I would remember for a lifetime.
He reached forward, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear before pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead.
When he pulled away, there were tears in his eyes.
"Shh... don't," I murmured, wiping them away. "I am yours, Akash Ji. I'm not going anywhere. Never."
He let out a shaky breath, pulling me closer, as if he was afraid to let go.
"Let's go to bed," I whispered, tugging him with me.
He didn't resist.
I laid down, opening my arms for him. He didn't waste a second. He pulled off his kurta and collapsed into my embrace, resting his head against my chest.
Feeling his warmth, I relaxed, gently threading my fingers through his hair.
"Avu," he called softly.
"Hmm?"
"I love you," he breathed.
My breath hitched.
"I loved you from the first time I saw you at that fair when you were sixteen," he continued.
I felt his lips curve slightly against my skin as he lost himself in the memory.
"I had come back from the city for the holidays," he whispered. "That day was the best day of my life..."
His voice was distant, lost in the past, and I found myself holding my breath, waiting for him to continue.
"It was the village fair," he said. "Kids were running around, laughing. Music played from a loudspeaker, blending into the voices of the crowd. I remember thinking that nothing had changed here—until I saw you."
His arms tightened around me.
"You were standing near the clay lamp stall, dressed in a simple white and pink salwar, yet you looked... ethereal. Like an angel who didn't belong to this noisy, chaotic world. The evening lights flickered around you, but it was you who was glowing. I swear, Avani, in that moment, I forgot how to breathe."
I swallowed, my heart pounding at the way he spoke about me—as if I was something magical.
I closed my eyes, trying to remember that day.
"That was the moment I fell in love with you," he admitted.
"You didn't even know my name," I murmured.
He chuckled, his voice vibrating against my skin. "I didn't. But I knew my heart had chosen you."
I swallowed hard, unable to find words.
"I love you, Avani," he whispered again, this time like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "And I was meant to be yours."
His grip tightened around me, as if he had been waiting his whole life to hear that.
And maybe... he had.
Time Skip
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. His proposal, the depth of his love—all these years, I hadn't known
He held me so tightly, as if he feared I might escape his grasp and run away.
"Akash Ji," I murmured. "I can't breathe. Loosen your hold."
"No," he grumbled like a stubborn child, his lips brushing my skin as he pouted. Then, his eyes flickered with mischief, and I narrowed mine in warning.
His gaze dropped to my chest, and he smirked.
"Shut up and sleep," I scolded.
His face fell, but I knew better. He wasn't going to back down that easily.
For the last two days, he had barely spoken to me, sulking and only breaking the silence to throw out the damn question. Do you want to go to him?
Now, as he nudged me playfully, whispering a quiet please, I turned away.
"No."
His expression flickered with defeat before something darker replaced it—something teasing, something determined.
Without warning, he disappeared beneath my saree, his warm breath ghosting over my skin. His lips pressed slow, lingering kisses against my exposed collarbone, trailing lower.
"Akash," I warned.
He didn't stop.
Soft kisses turned into playful bites. My body jolted under his touch.
"Shh," he murmured, his tongue flicking over the marks he left behind.
"Stop it." My voice was weak, betraying me.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin. "Stop it? Or keep going?"
His hands roamed lower, finding my waist, gripping it firmly. I sucked in a breath as his fingers played at the edge of my saree, teasing.
"Get off me," I tried again, but he only smirked against my skin.
"Get inside you?" he teased, lifting his head just enough to meet my eyes.
Heat flooded my face. "Akash—"
Before I could finish, he tugged my saree higher, his lips moving over my stomach, taking his time, savoring every reaction.
He removed my blouse, and since I wasn't wearing anything underneath, he pressed his face into the valley of my breasts, groaning. I giggled at the tickling sensation.
He latched onto my left breast, his mouth working magic while his hand played with the right one, switching between them, biting and teasing.
I was lost in his touch, craving release, but he kept me on edge, increasing and decreasing the intensity.
I pulled the pallu away from his face and met his gaze. He lifted his eyes, still with my nipple in his mouth.
"Voo kijiye na," I said softly.
Please do that
He bit me hard, and I almost slapped his head in shock. Tears brimmed in my eyes.
yeh? this
I glared at him in anger.
Seeing my pain, he licked the spot gently to soothe it. His right hand moved downward, cupping my clothed core, and I gasped.
He left my nipple and captured my lips in a mind-blowing kiss, all while his hand continued to rub up and down, driving me wild.
When he finally broke the kiss, he looked at me and said, "Kya bol rahi thi kuch der pehle? Shut up and sleep, huh? So jaoo abb, mujhe nind aari hai."
"What were you saying a little while ago? Shut up and sleep, huh? Should I sleep now, because I'm feeling sleepy?"
I stared at him in disbelief.
He chuckled and lowered himself, pulling my saree upward. My stomach churned with a mix of emotions.
Finally, he looked at me, his eyes locking onto mine. "You need to be worshipped, Avu," he said.
He bent down to kiss me there, but I pulled away in shock.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Why are you doing that?" I asked.
"Doing what?"
"You can't kiss me there. It's dirty," I said.
"No, it's not dirty," he replied. "But I'll show you what is to be dirty." He smirked and bent down.
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