Whispers of Fate

𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇

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Third Person's POV

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The next morning, Anisha stirred awake precisely at five. Glancing at her phone on the bedside table, she swiftly rose freshened up, and donned a casual tee and trousers. With her hair loosely pulled into a ponytail, she tiptoed around, careful not to disturb the two individuals still peacefully asleep in the dimly lit room.

Prepared to leave, she halted as her gaze landed on Atharva peacefully sleeping on the couch. The memory of his request from the previous day echoed in her mind - he had asked her to wake him up before leaving for her morning stroll.

She approached him. Standing near him, she began pondering on how to rouse him from his peaceful slumber.

After a brief contemplation, she cleared her throat once, twice and then thrice.

After that, she leaned in slightly, and then whispered delicately, "Mr. Raichand! Mr. Raichand!" into the stillness of the room.

Observing no immediate response, she leaned in even further, and whispered, this time slightly louder, "Wake up, please! Can you hear me, Mr. Raichand? Mr. Raichand,  please wake up!”

In the realm of his light slumber, Atharva sensed a familiar, gentle voice calling out to him.

Subconsciously, a recognition dawned on him, and he felt that it was Anisha.

A gentle warmth spread across his features, and a serene smile graced his lips, as if the mere sound of her voice had painted a tranquil moment in his still-slumbering consciousness.

Upon witnessing his tranquil smile, a subtle irritation swept over Anisha. Determined, she spoke with increased volume, "Mr. Raichand, wake up! This is the final time. If you choose to stay in the world of your dreams, I'm leaving. Don't come later, wondering where I've gone. You're getting me late. Are you hearing me? Just wake up.”

Still met with silence, Anisha sighed in resignation.

"Fine, enjoy your beauty sleep. I'm going," she muttered to herself, grabbing her mobile from the bedside.

Seeing her mobile, a mischievous notion crept into her mind as she smirked slyly.

With a devious smile, she selected a loud rock music track on her phone and, leaning in, strategically placed the device right next to Atharva's unsuspecting ear after playing the music in full volume.

Startled by the sudden burst of loud rock music, Atharva's eyes snapped open, and he jolted upright on the couch.

Anisha couldn't help but suppress a mischievous grin as she watched his surprised reaction unfold.

As Atharva gathered his bearings, his eyes focused on Anisha, who stood there with a playful yet triumphant expression. Confusion etched across his face as he tried to make sense of the unexpected wake-up call. The realisation dawned on him, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her clever tactic.

Seeing his wife standing in front of him, he exclaimed, his voice still soft for his precious wife, "What the hell, Anisha?"

"What? You were the one who asked me to wake you up," she said innocently, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

"And this is how you wake people up?" he asked incredulously. There was a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes.

Attempting to stifle her laughter, Anisha responded with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "Consider it an advanced wake-up service. Guaranteed to get even the deepest sleepers on their feet."