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I didn't realise when I slept last night
I remember our little banter and me changing into something comfortable and drifting off to sleep on his sofa as I spilled coffee on his bed
I got up from the sofa and turned to look around the room
There he is.
My husband
On the bed!!!!
Guess he asked one of the staff to change the bedsheet last night
Hume uthaya tak nahi!! Kya soch rahe honge vo.
Dulhan sofe pe??
I moved myself closer to him and bend down on his level
Sote hue kitne pyaare lagte hai magar uth jaae toh?? Toofan ki tarah hote hai!
I traced my hand on his hair.
Confession: I always wanted to touch his hair, they look so soft all the time
Aur ek humare baal, itna kuch karte hai phir bhi bure hai!...
His eyelashes would be the highlight of his face.
Kitni fursat se banaya hai inhe!! Aur utni hi fursat se inka gussa bhi!
Suddenly he held my hand and I could see creases in his forehead along with sweating
Ye uth gaye hai kya? Mar gaye!
"Nahi......nahi pleasee!!!" He started panting while he was asleep
The hold on my hand just got tighter
"Nahi....leave her, please"
Kya ho raha hai? Is he having a bad dream
I started shaking him to wake him up
"Uthiye Rudra!! Rudra get up please!!!"
"Nahii. ....."
"RUDRAA!!!"
His eyes shot open and met mine
He stilled for a moment and release a breathe of relief.
I tried to take my hand away but he held it firmly in his large ones
"Say it again"
I looked at him questionably.
Neend mai hai kya abhi bhi?
"My name. Say it again"
"Kya bol rahe hai Rudra?" I seriously couldn't understand him
"Again" he pulled me a little closer to himself and my breathe hitched
"Haath choriye, Rudra" he just kept pulling me till I was completely on him. Literally
"Again"
I could feel his left hand caressing my cheek and other one on my waist. I was feeling drowsy at our closeness.
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