Chapter 29 | KAHE KHAFA HAMESHE

Khawahish nahi tum, hakikat ho mera

Mere sharir ke her jaare ka akidat ho mera

Ishq nahi sirf, tumse nahi jaana

Ishq ke Mila joonon ka khumar ho mera....

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I slept peacefully until a soft, gentle voice whispered my name. Irritation flared; I hated being disturbed during sleep. I love my sleep more than in this world.

"Please, let me sleep," I mumbled, snuggling deeper into my blanket. The voice persisted, "Sweetheart, wake up. The doctor is here to check on you. Baby!!"  What?? Baby doctor Disoriented, I opened my eyes and looked around then I realised I'm not in my room then, I found Mr. Randhawa beside me, his fingers tangled in my hair. Like he is caressing my head some time ago.

I sat up abruptly, wincing as pain shot through my wound. I felt burning sensation all around my body due to which my eyes got moisture, fuck...Mr. Randhawa's concerned expression softened as he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent shivers down my spine. It felt intoxicating out of the world.

" Easy baby, who told you to get up that fast haa.. you have wound around your body look what you did, I told you to get up slowly, but you never listen to me. Never mind, tell me you're okay, sweetheart?" he asked, his eyes searching for mine. I felt a flutter in my chest, but memories of the previous day's events flashed before me – like a rollercoaster his self-inflicted punishment, the intensity in his eyes. Fear and apprehension gripped me.

I created distance between us, shifting on the bed. I clearly saw that my actions didn't please him. He clinched his jaw, but I'm not in my mind to analyse his expression right now. I just need space after all this thing that I heard last night...

He tried to calm himself. And said " The doctor is here sweetheart." I just nodded, The doctor arrived, and I submitted to her examination. She asked about my pain, and I confessed that my back ached more than other areas. She reassured me, prescribing painkillers.

As the doctor departed, I gazed blankly at the attendants Mr. Randhawa was appointed for me. Seriously they are looking like an army, ready to cater to my every need. Oh God kis tarah ka design system use Kiya tha inko banane me.

Mr. Randhawa's instructions to them were clear: "Attend to her every need. Whatever she wants, provide it." He turned to me, his expression stern. "Don't get hurt, okay? You can skip your bath today; your wound needs to dry." I felt a surge of frustration; I wasn't a child to be coddled. But Mr. Randhawa's gaze brooked no argument.

"And you miss Malini, just do your work properly, If listening to any neglecting behaviour and mistakes of yours, then I himself didn't know what I would have done." He literally threatened her, is it necessary but then for whom I'm saying he is the devil he has no sweet tongue tho...

But then taking help from others in doing my personal business is not a cup of my tea.. whatever it is but I can't it's so embarrassing you know like, they help you in the bath then dress like seriously he wants me to be naked around his maid no chance....

I protested, "Mr. Randhawa, I don't need anyone's help. I can manage myself." He glared at me, his tone cold. "You need it. That's all." I tried again, in more pleading and convincing "Please, Mr. Randhawa, please... ok if you want then only Miss Malini can help me. Send the others away." Mr. Randhawa's expression softened slightly, but his voice remained firm.

"I'll allow Miss Malini to assist you, but the others will stay out of your room. Your safety is my priority." Is he serious dominating saala. Jo karna hai kar ke rehtaa hai. Idle person...  I just want to go home to my sweet home.. Trisha please take me.

Oh fuck

Fuck

I just fucked up.

How can I forget about, 'Trisha, oh God who ghar pe hii.. wo mere ko jinda maar denge;  how can I, how can I?? It's all because of Mr Randhawa..

How is he In mistake; my subconscious mind alert, ufff he gets active whenever I try to blame him. Is she a lawyer to him.

All is his fault, why did he have to take me here

Agar wo nahi Lata tho tu maari padi hoti... My subconscious said

Haa tu keh tho sahi rahi hai.. but still all is his fault, I just don't know how but you know Naa , main khud ko galt keh nahi sakte Naa kisi na kisi ko blame karna padega..

Lekin ise bechare ko kyu

Oh my god bechara, wo bhi ye kis angle se, wait a minute tu mera dimag hi bol rahi hai na, kahi use devil ke mind se cross connection tho nahi ho gaya..

Idiot, maine teri hi dimag hu..

Okk then shut up.. jo main kehti hu wohi sahi hai. Or tujhe bhi manna padega...

Par----

Just shuuuu... Bhag ab mujhe distrub mat kar.

Or mujhe Trisha pe focus karne de . . I again lie down on the bed in thinking.

As I lay in Mr. Randhawa's luxurious bed, my mind drifted to Trisha . Anxiety gripped me; Trisha must be frantic, searching for me everywhere. My phone was nowhere to be found, and I had no way to contact her. I imagined Trisha's tears, her worry, and her desperation. A pang of guilt and longing hit me. I had to return home, no matter what.

But Mr. Randhawa was nowhere to be found. I decided to wait for his return, but first, I needed to freshen up. Miss Malini's gentle voice interrupted my thoughts. "Ma'am, where were you lost? Let's go; I'll help you." Her words pulled me back to reality.

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "No, Miss Malini, I'll do it myself." But she insisted, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and obedience. "No, ma'am, sir has strictly instructed me to help you. I...I can't take the risk. If sir found out he didn't hesitate to behead me." What she said shocked me.

My curiosity piqued, I pressed her for more information. "What do you mean, Miss Malini, do you know what you are saying." Her voice trembled,  she is looking tarrified and fear is visible on her face like it disclosed some hidden truths.

But she quickly backpedaled, her nervous smile faltering. "Oh, nothing, ma'am. I just meant...sir is very particular about your care." Her explanation didn't ring true, but I let it slide.

I compromised, allowing Miss Malini to escort me to the washroom door. "I'll take it from here," I told her firmly. She nodded, relief washing over her face, and handed me a fresh set of clothes. As she departed, I started doing my business.

As I emerged from the washroom, feeling revitalized, I noticed Miss Malini standing in the same spot, awaiting my exit. Her unwavering dedication amazed me; she seemed petrified of Mr. Randhawa.

Miss Malini assisted me in sitting on the bed, and I rested my back against the headboard, taking a deep breath. She inquired about breakfast, but I declined, having no appetite. My mind was preoccupied with escaping this opulent prison.

Just then, Mr. Randhawa burst into the room, exuding confidence with his signature cool attitude. His expressionless face was a mask, concealing his emotions. Yet, his fresh appearance caught my attention.

He wore a wine-red coat that accentuated his broad shoulders, and his tight white shirt showcased his chiseled physique. The top buttons were undone, revealing a glimpse of his well-built body. His torso was slim, and his abs were clearly visible, making my heart skip a beat. I felt a flutter in my chest as I gazed at him, my eyes tracing the contours of his body.

His sharp jawline, prominent nose, and piercing eyes seemed chiseled by the gods themselves. For a moment, I forgot about my predicament, transfixed by his captivating presence. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Miss Malini's voice broke the spell, "Sir, ma'am is not feeling well. She doesn't want to have breakfast." Mr. Randhawa's gaze shifted to me, his eyes narrowing slightly as he approached the bed. Wait when I said I wasn't feeling well, oh miss Malini. Looking at his it seems like he's gonna call the whole army of doctors no no..

As Mr. Randhawa marched toward me, his eyes scanned my body, searching for any signs of injury. His gentle touch sent shivers down my spine as he cupped my cheeks, his voice laced with desperation. "What happened, sweetheart? Are you not feeling well? Tell me." His concern seemed genuine, but I knew better than to trust him.

I tried to reassure him, but he wouldn't have it. "I told you not to take a single step alone," he reprimanded, his gaze shifting to Miss Malini. "And Miss Malini, be prepared to face the consequences. A useless woman, can't even do your job properly." His roar was menacing, and I feared for Miss Malini, blame this innocent

Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed Mr. Randhawa's hand, my touch halting him in his tracks. His eyes changed color again, and I wondered if he possessed some kind of magic. 'Hamesha inki aankhe colour change karti hai.'

He took my small hand in his, his touch sending sparks through my body. "What happened baby?" he asked again, his voice softening. "Are you feeling pain somewhere? Wait let me call the team of doctors that miss Sharma is also useless. Use tho main chodunga nahi." He said in a demonic voice.

I was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. And then, he dropped another bombshell – a new nickname. "Baby," he called me, his voice low and husky. I was shocked, unsure how to react. Main khud hi bhul gayi hu apna  naam ab, kitne Nick name is ye bulata hai mujhe. Uff...

"No Mr Randhawa you don't have to, I'm fine she just mistaken my word for not having appetite." I said calmly and looked up at him, our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of electricity. His hand still cradled mine, and I knew I had to let go. Abruptly, I withdrew my hand, feeling embarrassed. Oh god, why did I do that?

Mr. Randhawa's eyes narrowed, his gaze searching for mine. I avoided his eyes, looking around the room instead. He sighed, seemed to relax, and instructed Miss Malini to bring me something to eat. Not again, I thought, my stomach churning at the prospect of eating.

"Mr Randhawa I want to go home." I said while drinking the soup from his hand, obviously he is feeding me himself like he do yesterday. Sunte kaha hai meri, jerk.. I told him my hand is fine now, but he glared at me and said .D.R.I.N.K. and his one monastery glance is enough for me.

"Are you listening??" Again tried to say, but is looking at me empty eyes and dumb face without saying anything. It's so so so difficult chodo yaar it's so impossible to understand him. Is he bipolar or what.

"I'm listening sweetheart."

"Thank God, I thought aapne apne kaan hi bech diye ho kisi ko." I mummed softly, sighed.

"I hear what you said darling."  He replied with deep husky voice.

"Well good for you, it means you have bunny ear and even heard a muffled sound." I showed him a thumbs up and grind at my statement, I don't know what I said but I'm trying to hide my nervousness behind my confidence grin.

He chuckled at me and shook his head, "we will go after you take you medicine." I nodded my head, then he give me my medicine. "Let's go Mr Randhawa."

"Itni betabi humse dur jaane ke liye, jaana." He mumbled softly near my ear and tugged the strands behind my ear. His words give ticklish sensation around my neck region his deep and warm breath is falling. I kept my hand over his chest and tried to make distence between us.

"Mr Randhawa, let's go please."

As I attempted to rise from the bed, a sudden jolt of pain shot through my leg. I hissed, feeling a bit of pressure. Maybe it would take time to heal, but I was determined to walk. When I lifted my lashes, Mr. Randhawa was glaring at me, his eyes narrowing.

Oh god, what did I do now? He strode toward me, his long strides eating up the distance. Before I could react, he scooped me up in his arms, and I gasped at his sudden action. I grabbed his shoulder tightly, my fingers digging into his muscles as I tried to prevent myself from falling.

I glared at him, my eyes blazing with indignation. "What the hell, Mr. Randhawa? Why did you lift me up like that? I might have fallen! Put me down right now!" But he simply looked at me like I was a mad woman, his expression unreadable.

As he shifted me in his arms, my hand automatically wrapped around his neck, and I found myself glaring at him, my heart racing. He whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine, "I'll never let you fall." His words were laced with a romantic tone, and I felt my cheeks flush.

He continued, his voice low and husky, "Rahi baat aapko apni bahon me uthane ki tho, aapko taklif ho rahi thi chalne Mai or main ye kabhi bardasht nahi kar sakta ki mere hote hua aapko koi bhi taklif ho, fuck even without me I will never let you face any kind of problem and pain ever." His words sent goosebumps down my spine, and I felt butterflies in my tummy.

His tone was possessive, almost dangerous, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I was trapped in his arms, my body pressed against his, and I couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction. His eyes seemed to bore into mine, and I felt like I was drowning in their depths.

As I gazed up at him, I felt my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my veins. I was torn between indignation and attraction, unsure of how to react. Mr. Randhawa's arms seemed to tighten around me, holding me captive, and I wondered if I'd ever be able to escape his grasp.

As we stood in front of my apartment, I felt uneasy, especially with Mr. Randhawa holding me in his arms. I looked at him frustratingly and asked, "Why did you pick me up again? Can't I walk myself?" He remained silent, his expression unreadable, and started walking toward the gate.

My heart beat faster with each step. I dreaded facing Trisha, unsure of how she'd react to seeing me in Mr. Randhawa's arms. "Stop!" I exclaimed, and he halted abruptly, glowering at me.

"What's wrong, darling?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement. "I already told you I'm not putting you down." I took a deep breath and explained my concerns about Trisha's reaction.

"What will she think about me and us in all this and like this, she didn't even know that where I was? How was it? What am I doing? Whom with. And when she saw me with you like that she was going to take all the house on her head and started shouting like a mad woman and now I'm not in the mood to handle all these things." I said all this thing in one go.

Mr. Randhawa listened intently, his expression a mask of calmness. But his face is saying otherwise if I'm not wrong, he may be thinking that I'm some broken radio who is speaking nonstop. Yaar bhad me gayi ye emotions reading I just want to protect myself from unwanted answering and questioning.

When I finished, he said, "Calm down, baby. It's not good for your health. And it's not the first time she's seeing us like this. I already informed her that you're with me."

I was shocked, my mind reeling with the implications. And the urge of crying rises in me.

"How could you do that? What will she think?" I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, and my voice trembled. "Mr. Randhawa, you didn't do anything right."

He remained silent, his eyes glinting with amusement. He  continued, "she's been calling you nonstop, like a...a parasite. I don't like it."

"Uhhm.. kya??" I said confusing

Mr. Randhawa chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Forget it. If I hadn't informed her, she would have gone to the police station within five hours. Is she always this...crazy?"

I bristled at his tone. "She's not crazy, just worried about me." Mr. Randhawa raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "So, what did you tell her?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

He didn't respond, instead gesturing for me to ring the bell.

"Mr Randhawa first told me, what you told her."

"Ask yourself." Just this unpredictable monster.

I hesitated, feeling a sense of trepidation. As the door opened, I hid my face in Mr. Randhawa's chest, preparing myself for Trisha's impending outburst.

As Trisha opened the door, her dull face and red eyes revealed that she had been crying. My poor baby, she's always been the worrier in our family. She rushed toward me, cupping my face in her hands. "How are you, my baby? Don't you feel any pain in your body?" she asked, her voice trembling.

I was still in Mr. Randhawa's arms, and I wondered what he had told Trisha. Suddenly, Mr Randhawa's expression changed, and he glared at Trisha. What's wrong with him now.

"Miss, please maintain some decency here and don't trouble MY BABY. She's already injured." Mr. Randhawa emphasized "my baby," and I felt a shock what the hell with him, kya samjhta hai now he is crossing his limits, I'm not his baby taby.

"What the hell, Mr. Randhawa?" Trisha snapped, her voice rising. "She is my baby, my cherry, not yours! You're nothing to her!" Mr. Randhawa's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger.

"She is mine," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Always mine. My sweet heart" is he serious what's wrong with him? Why is he behaving like that..

Trisha's eyes narrowed, her expression serious. "She is mine, Mr. Randhawa. And always will be mine. My cherry."

I watched in amusement as they started fighting over me. Again. Trisha was behaving like a possessive boyfriend, and Mr. Randhawa was responding in kind of ummm, I don't know what they are doing, oye maate kin pagalo ke saath phasa diya.

"Who told you, Mr Randhawa?" Trisha snapped, her hands on her hips.

"You just stay within your limits, woman. She is my sweetheart, and she is mine. Get it into your useless brain that if I'm not saying anything, it doesn't mean I won't do anything."

Mr. Randhawa's face was a picture of possessiveness, his eyes blazing with intensity. He seemed to be struggling to control his emotions, his jaw clenched in an effort to maintain his composure. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I watched him, his raw emotion sending a thrill through me. Is he serious about this nonsense? Both of them are blubber.

Trisha, however, was undeterred. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots, Mr. Randhawa," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But let me make one thing clear: Ashika is mine, and I won't let anyone take her away from me."  Mr. Randhawa's eyes flashed with anger, but Trisha just stood her ground, her arms crossed over her chest. What the hell with this mine mine. I'm straight Bhai

"Trisha what is wrong with you. What is all this mine mine. Are you lost your mind." I raised my voice to correct her at least, she can't behave like that yaar log galat samjhenge.

"Uhh sorry flow flow me nikal gaya." She laughs norvously thank god she realizes what she is bulbbring.

"But cherry he is the one who started all this thing." She said with a cute expression.

"Seriously Trisha."

"You miss Trisha because of you my sweet heart is still wasting her time. She needs rest and you kaisi dost hai." He mumbded last line but I heard it. Teri tho

"Sorry cherry, Mr Randhawa took her to the room."

"Gladly." He replied with a cold and sarcastic tone. He is taking me to my room.

"I heard what you said, and it is a very good friend." I said but he didn't reply at all.

Mr Randhawa started taking steps towards my room.

"I hear what you said Mr Randhawa. She is a very good friend." He didn't reply and gently laid me down on my bed and placed my medicine on the side table. As he sat beside me,  his eyes fixed intently on me. I felt uneasy, my mind racing with thoughts of why he was coming near me. Please don't come, don't come, I chanted silently.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to shut out the world. But then I felt a soft peck on my left hand. I opened my eyes to find Mr. Randhawa stared at me with an unbearable expression. My heart skipped a beat as our gazes met.

Mr. Randhawa's voice broke the spell, his tone firm and commanding. "Take your medicine on time, and when I call you, you have to pick it up." He ordered me, his eyes glinting with authority. And then he left my room, leaving me feeling bewildered and confused.

Trisha's voice brought me back to reality. "How did you get into an accident?" she asked, her eyes wide with concern. I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. What accident was she talking about?

Trisha explained how Mr. Randhawa had called her yesterday, telling her that I was in an accident and that he was with me. He had reassured her that it was just a minor accident and that I was fine. He had told her that he was taking me with him, and then he had cut the call, leaving Trisha worried and anxious.

"You know how much I was worried. And that devil didn't even tell me where you were."

I listened intently, my mind racing with questions. Trisha's eyes welled up with tears as she recounted her conversation with Mr. Randhawa. I reached out, pulling her into a tight hug. "It's okay, Trishu," I whispered, trying to comfort her.

Trisha sobbed, her body shaking with emotion. I caressed her back softly, feeling a deep connection with my best friend. We had been through thick and thin together, and I was grateful for her unwavering support.

As Trisha's sobs subsided, I looked up at her, concern etched on my face. Is it right if I told her what happened with me. I didn't hide anything from her. Or she already knew what happened with me 3 years ago.

"Trisha, don't start shouting ok listen to me first, I was not met with any kind of accident."

"What, then why does that monster  tell me that you meet with an accident."

"Maybe he didn't want to at that time tell you the truth. So it's..." I told her from start to end what happened she was shocked and also tarrified.

"You are fine Naa cherry, kuch nahi hua na tujhe." She shivers a little bit.

"Don't worry Trisha Mr. Randhawa helps me."

"Ok fine, you take a rest I'll be back after sometime. I have some office work to complete." She said and left me alone with the thought of all things which happened with me in these 2 days. Which terrified me to the extent. Shaked my soul.

It's been five days since the incident, and I'm finally feeling better. My body is recovering well, and the medicine is working fast. I've been cooped up in the house, avoiding even my hospital duties. The hospital has been calling nonstop, but I haven't mustered the courage to pick up or face anyone, especially Mr. Randhawa.

He has called me countless times and even, asked Trisha but I've been avoiding him, unsure of how to process my emotions. I'm feeling guilty, embarrassed, and maybe even a little fearful. His behavior has been insane, the way he punished himself just because he didn't find me on time. and I'm struggling to understand his actions.

His behaviour is somewhere scary to me, also a wave of guilt is flowing inside me. I don't have courage right now, I need some space to cope up with all this.

I've been trying to avoid him, at least for now. I need some space to clear my head and figure out what's going on. It's not that I don't want to meet or talk to him; I just don't know how.

Just as I was lost in thought, Dr. Naina burst into my cabin, looking frantic. "What's wrong, Dr. Naina?" I asked, trying to calm her down.

She took a few deep breaths, composing herself. "Dr. Ashika, there's a huge bouquet of red roses outside. I counted them - there are 100! The delivery person is looking for someone to send them to you."

Dr. Naina placed a single rose on my desk, and I knew exactly who had sent it. Mr. Randhawa. This wasn't the first time; he'd been sending me roses for the past four days.

I smiled wryly, feeling a mix of emotions. "Dr. Naina, you may go. I'll take care of this."

Dr. Naina left, still looking at the rose bouquet in awe. I gazed at the rose on my desk, my mind racing with thoughts of Mr. Randhawa.

He has been sending all these things for the past 4 days. It has massage also but every time is different with thoughtful and beautiful lines. I still remember when I got this not only one but full of my room. Yes my room is full of roses with different colours. And every colour explains different meanings with his beautiful massage.

It touches my heart deeply, I always get excited whenever I read that massage, how can a man be this thoughtful over flowers and person. I want to talk to him after reading his note about his message but something is stopping me. I don't know what that is

Because you are stupid. My subconscious mind mocked me.

Shut up idiot.

I still remember what he wrote.....

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FLASHBACK

As I gazed at the bouquet of roses, I noticed that each rose was a different color, except for red. There was a

BLACK ROSE,

its petals sleek and mysterious. "My apologies for the pain I've caused you. I know I can never undo what's been done, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

I felt a pang in my heart as I read the note, his words touching a chord within me.

BLUE ROSE,

its delicate petals shimmering in the light.

: "You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I promise to do everything in my power to make that happen."

I smiled wistfully, feeling a sense of longing. Who was this man, and why was he so determined to make me happy?

THE PINK ROSE

was nestled among the other flowers, its soft petals a gentle reminder of the beauty of life.

"Mujhe pata hai aap ise gulabi phool ki tarah massum hai. Or use, main kabhi mitne nahi dena chata."

I felt a sense of trepidation as I read the note, unsure of what to make of Mr. Randhawa's words.

WHITE ROSE ,

its pure petals are a symbol of innocence and purity JUST like your angel."

I felt a lump form in my throat as I read the note, Mr. Randhawa's words touched my heart in a way that I couldn't ignore.

YELLOW ROSE.

"you are always radiating energy like the sun and your presence is enough for lighting the world, sunshine. My Sweetheart."

ORANGE ROSE

"You always messed up with my mind but I never completed it because you are delicate."

As I finished reading the notes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. Who was this man, and why was he so determined to win my heart? I looked at the bouquet of roses again, each color representing a different aspect of Mr. Randhawa's personality.

The black rose represented his apology, the blue rose his promise of happiness, the pink rose his intensity, and the white rose his purity of intention. I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized that Mr. Randhawa was a complex man, full of contradictions and surprises.

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And now it's time for the RED ONE there is also a note ab kya bacha hoga likhna sab tho likh hi Diya. Oh god this man is totally psycho.. wait there is also pandrive.

"What is this" I opened the note

I trembled as I read the note attached to the red rose. "Just look at the pen drive," it read in bold letters. Oh god, he's not that good, I'm taking my words back. Is he now threatening me to talk to him? Main kaise bhul sakte hu ye devil hai kuch bhi kar sakta hai... (How could I forget, he's a devil, he can do anything...)

I hurriedly picked up the pen drive and inserted it into my laptop. As the video played, I felt intimidated by Mr. Randhawa's aura. He was looking straight into my eyes, his expression emotionless and cold. I felt a shiver run down my spine. Is he angry with me..

"You are right, I'm angry, very, very angry, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and husky. "I did all this, but you're ignoring me. Why? I told you, do whatever you want, but not this ignoring game." He chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "But you're being stubborn, baby girl. You need punishment, a very, very bad punishment. I'm patience with you, but still, you're avoiding my calls, my messages, my thousand texts."

He leaned in, his eyes glinting with intensity. "You, my little baby girl, want to play a game. You know that I'm not that patience person, and even when it comes to you, I  lost that little also " His voice dropped to a whisper. "Waise chodo, I have tried one last time, and then after, be ready for your punishment, darling, a very sensual punishment."

I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body as he spoke. His husky voice sent shivers down my spine, and his intoxicating eyes seemed to be doing something to my body. But fear was also creeping in, making me wonder what he had planned for me.

Then I heard a very beautiful, sensual gorgeous and innocent voice like shree krishna himself singing, it is like alcohol is mixing with the voice that makes anyone intoxicating. But from where it's coming...

Idiot is coming from your laptop. My mind alert me.. hehe I forgot

Wait a min is he singing, seriously oh fuck kitni sunder aawaj hai...

THIS IS FOR YOU MY DARLING.....

Dagabaaz re, haaye, dagabaaz re

Tohre naina bade dagabaaz re (oh fuck kitni pyari aawaj hai)

Ho, tohre naina, haaye

Naina, naina, naina, haaye

(It seems like dreamy, is he really sing like shree krishna basuri.. so melodious)

Dagabaaz re, haaye, dagabaaz re

Tohre naina bade dagabaaz re

Kal mile, haan, kal mile, haaye

Kal mile, eeh humka bhool gaye aaj re

Haaye, dagabaaz re, haaye, dagabaaz re

Tohre naina bade dagabaaz re

Dagabaaz, dagabaaz, dagabaaz re

Tohre naina bade dagabaaz re

KAAHE KHAFA AISE, CHULBUL SE BULBUL?

Kaahe Na Tu Maane Batiyaan, Haaye?

KAAHE KHAFA AISE, CHULBUL SE BULBUL?

KAAHE NA TU MAANE BATIYAAN, HAAYE?

(he emphasized this line with a smirk on his face. His face has a playful manner.. a Lough escape from my lips.)

Zindagi apni hum tohka daan dai de

Muskura ke jo maange, praan dai de

Kal mile, ho, kal mile, haaye

Kal mile, eeh humka bhool gaye aaj re

Haaye, dagabaaz re, haaye, dagabaaz re

Tohre naina bade dagabaaz re

Tohre yeh naina

Daga-daga-daga-dagabaaz re

Hey, dagabaaz re, naina re

Darta jahaan hum se, hum tohse darte

Eeh sab jaane mori raniya, haaye

Darta jahaan hum se, hum tohse darte

Eeh sab jaane mori raniya,

"He seems like he is singing for me but, why why Mr Randhawa... You're now speaking otherwise. I don't want to misunderstand anything but if you do something like this then how will I react.. just don't think of anything Ashika he is just singing.

Dagabaaz re, dagabaaz re

Tohre naina bade dagabaaz re

Dagabaaz, dagabaaz, dagabaaz re

Haaye, tohre naina bade dagabaaz re....

And he ends his singing and becomes silent but still looks at me. He is looking like he is sitting just in front of me.

"So this is the last thing where I was patience. don't ignore me sweetheart if I said I punished you then I will .. and I'm not joking at all..

And the video ends with creating a tsunami in me..

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To be continued...

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Here is the way of his 'manana' or agar nahi maani then..... 🫣🫣Wo tho aane wale waqt me pata chalega....

Stay tune...