Sidharth
Fucking heaven—that’s what I feel the moment I wake up, with the sweet scent of Nisha all around me, invading my senses. Her naked body is pressed tightly against mine, every damn curve aligning with me perfectly, as if she were made just for me. And that soft breath of hers drifting over my chest… it’s epic. This is the kind of moment that brands itself into a man’s soul, and damn if it doesn’t make me want her for the rest of my life.
Damn, I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to her.
I know that for her, this step… trusting me with her body and heart is huge. And that alone should be enough. But it’s not. I want more. I want her laughter, her stubbornness, and her quiet moments. I want to fall asleep with her in my arms and wake up to her sleepy smile and messy hair every damn morning. I want my forever with her.
With those thoughts circling in my head, I press a kiss to her hair and whisper, even though I know she’s fast asleep and can’t hear me.“I meant every word, Nisha. I’ll protect you with everything I’ve got.”I swallow hard, the lump clawing at my throat, and pull her closer, wishing like hell I could shield her from the world just by holding her tighter.“I don’t give a damnhow long it takes or how deep I have to dig, but I’ll hunt those bastards down. I’ll bury every monster that ever laid a hand on you. That’s a promise, sweetheart.”
But I know getting those bastards six feet under won’t happen overnight. It’ll take time. So for now, I’ll give her something that might bring out that smile I fucking live for.
And just like that, the perfect idea hits me.
I know it might be cliché as hell, but I want to do it. I want to make her breakfast and surprise her in bed, just like in those cheesy romance movies she secretly loves.
It’s something I’ve never done before. Hell, I used to cringe at the thought of it.
But Nisha, she brings that side out in me. The one that wants to give her everything she’s ever secretly dreamed of, everything she’s ever wanted in her version of the perfect man. The kind who sees her, cherishes her, and never lets her forget just how damn loved she is.
And also, knowing her cooking skills, this might just make me a hero in her eyes.
With the motivation to impress her, I carefully ease out from under her, making sure not to wake her.
She shifts slightly, and I go still, but she doesn’t wake up. Just rolls onto her stomach, with one hand tucked under the pillow, her face resting against it.
For a moment, I just stand there, taking her in. She’s a vision to behold. Her hair is spread across my pillow like a halo, her expression relaxed, completely at peace.My peace.
And God, if I didn’t already know I was screwed for life, this would’ve sealed it.
I grin, shaking my head as I walk to my closet. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, I head into the bathroom for a quick shower.
When I’m back in the bedroom, she’s still fast asleep. I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead, my lips lingering a moment longer than they should. Then I grab my phone from the nightstand and head to the kitchen, ready to play chef for the woman who’s turned my whole world upside down.
Setting my phone on the counter, I open the fridge and pull out the eggs and bread, already imagining the smile she’ll give me when she wakes up. I’m just about to crack an egg into the bowl when my phone starts ringing.
I glance over and wipe my hands on a towel to see Viraj’s name flashing across the screen. A quiet curse slips out. Because if Viraj is calling this early, it’s not for small talk. It has to be bad news. It always is.
Unwilling, but knowing I have no choice, I grab the phone and answer.
“Yeah?” I grunt, already bracing myself for whatever shitstorm’s about to hit.
“Sidharth… it’s Sunita Aunty,” Viraj says tightly, his voice clipped.
My grip on the phone tightens instantly, a chill running down my spine.
“What about her?” I snap, dread already crawling up my throat.
“She was attacked this morning.”
Everything inside me goes cold.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I bite out.
“She’s at City Hospital as we speak. The doctors are checking on her,” Viraj says, his voice heavy. He exhales sharply before continuing, “I saw the CCTV footage. Prakash and another man, wearing a black hoodie and a mask, broke into her house early this morning through the back door. She was in the kitchen when they attacked her. They went straight for her and stabbed her.”
“Fuck.” I grip the edge of the kitchen counter so hard my knuckles burn. My jaw clenches as I force the next words out. “How bad is it?”
“Bad. She’s lost a lot of blood. They hit an artery. If the neighbor hadn’t heard the noise and called for help when they ran off, she wouldn’t have made it.” There’s a beat of silence before he adds quietly, “I’m waiting for the doctors to give me an update.”
