Chapter 39 | Why you are like this

Tujhse Mohabbat Hai mujhe use khuda Se bhi jyada

Kaise bayan Karo ye samajh nahi aata

Aksar log kah dete Hain Meri Mohabbat Ko pagalpan

Pariksha Bagair pagalpan ke Ishq thodi hai Kiya jata..

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As I submerged myself in the icy waters of my swimming pool, I felt the chill coursing through my veins like a thousand knives. My eyes were closed, and my body was tense, as if bracing itself for the impending storm. The water seemed to wash over me, but it couldn't calm the inferno that raged within. The cold particles hit my skin like a hail of ice on a hot fire, sending shivers down my spine and making my teeth chatter.

It had started after my conversation with Damian. Suddenly, my body felt like it was burning, consumed by an unquenchable fire that threatened to incinerate me from the inside out. I thought about meeting my doctor, wondering if the medicine was working or not, but deep down, I knew it wasn't just about the medicine. It was about her.  'My Angel'

When she was with me, everything felt right. Her presence was like a balm to my soul, soothing my frayed nerves and calming my racing thoughts. She was my anchor, my lifeline, my reason for being. But when she was away, it was like a poison coursed through my veins, eating away at my sanity and leaving me a hollow shell of a man.

I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. The water closed over my head, and I felt like I was suffocating, unable to breathe. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, a cacophony of emotions that threatened to consume me whole. I was a madman, a psycho, lost in a world of chaos and darkness.

But then, like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man, I remembered why I was doing this. I remembered  my Jaana, and the thought of her was like a beacon of hope in the darkness. I needed her, had to have her. She was my everything, my reason for living.

I needed her presence, her touch, her breath, her laugh, her smile, her eyes...every fucking cell of her body. Without her, I was nothing, a hollow shell of a man. But with her, I was invincible, unstoppable.

For a moment, I forgot about my madness, my desperation, and my longing for Jaana. I forgot about everything except the task at hand. I had to focus, and had to stay sharp, if I wanted to get what I wanted. And what I wanted was my angel.

And I would win, no matter what it took. I would stop at nothing to get my  Jaana, to make her mine again and again all of the time she is mine. I was a man on a mission, driven by my obsession, my passion, my love for her.

Just as I was starting to lose myself in my thoughts, a notification popped up on my laptop and phone. It was a message from Damian, about the spy. I quickly got out of the pool, wrapped myself in a bathrobe, and rushed to my room to check the details of the spy It was very crucial for me.

I sat down at my desk, my eyes scanning the message from Damian. I sat there , sipping on a glass of scotch as I gazed at the information on my phone. Damian Watson, my trusted ally my friend, had sent me an update on the spy he had hired to gather intel on my enemies. I couldn't help but smirk as I read through the details. Damian knew exactly when to start and what to do, always staying one step ahead of the game.

The spy, code-named Panther, was a force to be reckoned with. His identity was shrouded in mystery, but his skills were undeniable. He had a proven track record of handling high-stakes missions, including infiltrating the notorious Warner brothers' gang in Europe. He had also successfully smuggled diamonds from Africa, Antarctica, and Asia, always staying under the radar.

I was impressed with Damian's choice. Panther was young, only 28, but his skills were on par with the best in the business. His ability to convert his identity was uncanny, earning him the nickname "fox mind."

As I finished reading the update, my mind began to wander to the bigger picture. I had to get all the relation information between the 7 continents and consolidate power under my control. The mysterious Maxico bastard was still at large, and I couldn't let him get the upper hand.

I set my glass down, my eyes narrowing as I began to strategize. I would use Panther to gather intel, to infiltrate the highest echelons of power and gather the information I needed to take control. It was a high-risk game, but I was willing to take the gamble. After all, I was Aahana, the mastermind.

I was still engrossed in checking the information, my eyes scanning the documents and my mind processing the data. The dim lighting of my office and the quiet hum of the computer created a sense of calm, allowing me to focus on the task at hand. But my concentration was broken when my phone rang, shrill and insistent. I quickly picked up the call, my heart racing with anticipation.

>"Is she okay or not?" I asked Mark, my voice firm but laced with concern. I had instructed Mark to keep a close eye on my little angel, to inform me of every detail regarding her whereabouts and well-being. And now, I was anxious to know if she was safe.

"What the hell, Mark? Why didn't you tell me this yesterday? I specifically told you to keep me informed about every single detail regarding my Queen and her stepdad. You're supposed to keep him on track, not let him threaten my sweetheart!

"Mark, listen carefully," I said, my voice was cold and deadly. "I want you to get all the details about what her stepdad is planning. When I tell you to kidnap him, you'll do it. It's time for him to pay for the threatening my Queen. He's going to hell, and I'm going to make sure of it." My voice was laced with a deadly tone, and I could sense Mark's hesitation on the other end of the line. But I didn't care. I would do whatever it took to protect my jaana.

As I severed the connection, my thoughts instinctively veered towards that odious individual, Imman and about her stepfather. The recollection of his nefarious actions, particularly when he kidnapped Ashika, resurfaced in my mind like a festering wound. I had uncovered her father's involvement in the entire sordid affair, and Imman's revelation had left an indelible mark on my psyche.

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Flashback

Imman's words, laced with a sinister intent, still echoed in my mind: "Randhawa, I am not the only one who is urged to marry your woman." The sheer audacity of his statement had taken me aback, and my curiosity had gotten the better of me. "What do you mean?" I had demanded, my tone a delicate balance of confusion and ire.

Imman's response had been nothing short of explosive: "Her dad, he's a disgusting bastard. He sent her photos to the Italian mafia, wanting to sell her off. And there's someone else, someone I don't know about. But Randhawa, you're ready for a battlefield. Who knows when he'll come and take your bird away? You know I'm waiting for that day. I genuinely wish, even if you'd kill me today, just so I will see you on your knees, begging from hell ." The malevolent glint in his eye had been unmistakable, and I had known, in that moment, that Imman was a force to be reckoned with.

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As I emerged from the recesses of my mind, I became aware of the calculated fury that had been simmering within me. My thoughts coalesced into a singular, driving purpose: to bring Ashika's stepdad to his knees. The fact that he had been allowed to breathe for this long was a travesty, and I was determined to rectify that situation.

He was alive just for this day. I kept him alive so that I could know what disgusting conspiracy the bastard had planned for my love, to whom did he want to sell my koyal? Now I have no need for him, I will find the one who has the audacity to look at the possession of Ahaan Singh Randhawa.

"Ah, the reason he's still alive," I mused, a cold, calculated smile spreading across my face like a slow-burning fire. "It's time to make him beg, to make him suffer. My devil is growling, craving blood. And I'll give it to him, soon enough." The darkness within me stirred, sensing the proximity of its next victim.

My eyes gleamed with an unholy intensity, as I surrendered to the all-consuming passion that drove me. I was Aahana, the mastermind, and I would stop at nothing to protect what was mine. The game was afoot, and I was ready to unleash my full fury upon the world.

As I sat amidst the opulent surroundings of my office, my mind still reeling from the myriad possibilities that had been swirling in my head, my phone suddenly sprang to life, shattering the silence. I glanced at the screen, my eyes narrowing as I took in the identity of the caller. Vihaan. What could he possibly want at this hour? I wondered, a hint of curiosity piqued. Nevertheless, I was more than happy to take his call, especially since I had been meaning to discuss his meeting with Ashika.

"What's the matter, Vihaan?" I asked, my tone measured, as I settled back into my chair, my eyes fixed intently on some invisible point in front of me.

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute," I replied, my voice firm and decisive, as I swiftly ended the call.

Without wasting another moment, I sprang into action. I hastily changed into a fresh set of clothes, my mind racing with anticipation. Today, I decided, it was an Austin Martin day. My sleek, sexy car was just the thing to get me to the office in style.

As I slid into the driver's seat, the soft purr of the engine was music to my ears. I put the car in gear and sped off towards my office, the wind whipping through my hair.

"Sorry, jaana," I muttered to myself, "but it's essential to know everything that's creating this mess in my life." The thrill of the chase was on, and I was ready to take on whatever lay ahead. Bring it on, I thought, a fierce glint in my eye.

As I stepped inside my cabin, I was immediately struck by Vihaan's urgent demeanor. He was pacing back and forth, his eyes fixed on me with an uncharacteristic air of stress. Vihaan was a man who never got rattled, no matter the situation. He was the epitome of calmness, even in the face of a tsunami. So, seeing him like him made me preplexed. Something was seriously amiss.

"What happened, Vihaan?" I asked, my voice firm but laced with concern, as I strode towards him.

He stopped pacing and turned to face me, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me feel like he was trying to convey a thousand messages at once. "Aahan, there's something on my phone," he began, his words tumbling out in a rush. "It's regarding his information, not much, but it might help us anticipate his next move. The problem is, I didn't understand a single word, yaar."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Vihaan's frustration. "What do you mean?" I asked, my tone measured, as I tried to decipher the puzzle that Vihaan was presenting to me.

Vihaan took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine, as he launched into a detailed explanation. "Aahan, when I went to meet him on the first day, he told me to wait for a week. That day, I accidentally left my phone in the conference room. When I got it back, I realized that my voice recording system had been activated, and it had recorded every conversation between that man who came to meet me and the main leader, who's still hidden."

My interest was piqued, and I leaned in, my eyes locked onto Vihaan's, as he continued. "Today, when I was checking my emails and documents, I found that recording. When I heard that their conversation was in Mexican, I converted it to English, but I still couldn't understand what fuck they were discussing."

I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities, as I tried to piece together the fragments of information that Vihaan was providing. This was a breakthrough, and I could feel it in my bones. We were one step closer to uncovering the truth, to unmasking the hidden leader, and to putting an end to this cat-and-mouse game.

"Let me hear the recording," I said, my voice firm, as I held out my hand for Vihaan's phone. It was time to get to the bottom of this mystery, and I was ready to do whatever it took to uncover the truth.

As Vihaan played the recording, I listened intently, my eyes narrowing in concentration. The words were in English, but they seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious code, a puzzle waiting to be deciphered. The voice on the recording spoke in a cryptic tone, weaving a tale that was both intriguing and baffling.

"Your shipment is on the way of three tyrant, which hold red rose in his hand with gun point on the head of fish... but that collects the pearl of mermaid and comes across through the Indian Ocean..."

I felt my mind racing, trying to unravel the tangled threads of the message. It sounded like a riddle, a cleverly crafted code that only a select few could decipher. I glanced at Vihaan, who was watching me with a curious expression.

"And one more general regarding a face with a doll and beautiful wings... are not able to find its way... we are sorry for not finding the glass doll."

The recording ended, leaving me with more questions than answers. I turned to Vihaan, a smirk spreading across my face. "You're right, Vihaan. This is complicated. I'm not sure what they're talking about, but it sounds like a challenge."

Vihaan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Why are you making that devilish smirk, Aahan?"

I chuckled, feeling a thrill of excitement. "Vihaan, don't you think it's interesting to finally have a worthy opponent after all these years? This enemy is clever, using a Mexican language and knowing that even if someone converts it to English, they still won't be able to understand what they're saying. It's fucking marvelous! I'm impressed."

Vihaan smiled, his eyes glinting with understanding. He knew me too well, knew that I thrived on challenges like this. "Of course, Aahan. It's going to be fun."

I grinned, feeling the monster within me stirring, eager to be unleashed. This was going to be a battle of wits, a game of cat and mouse. And I was ready to play.

Vihaan's question brought me back to the task . "But now what, Aahan? How will we get to know what they were talking about?"

As Vihaan's question hung in the air, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I had already set the wheels in motion to uncover the truth.

"I've already taken care of that, Vihaan," I said, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "Don't stress about it. He'll be working on it, and soon we'll have our answers." Vihaan's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the possibilities, and I could almost see the gears turning as he tried to piece together the puzzle.

But then, his expression changed, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Don't tell me you've already sent the voice note to Damian's cyber security team, am I right?" he asked, his tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

I chuckled, impressed by Vihaan's growing intelligence. "You're becoming intelligent in my company, Vihaan," I said, a hint of pride creeping into my voice. "Good for you."

Vihaan's face narrows and an annoying smile plaster on his face , with a sassy grin, and he shoots back, "I'm already intelligent, Aahan, and you know what? I'm becoming more foolish in your dumb presence."

My eyes flashed with a dark glare, a warning to Vihaan to watch his tongue. But he just smirks, unfazed by my intimidating stare. "Don't try to scare me with your fucking glares, Aahan," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm not one of your employees."

My teeth gritted in annoyance, I smiled slyly at Vihaan. "That's enough, Vihaan," I said, my voice low and even. "You've used your tongue a lot; now it's time to use your hands." With a swift motion, I threw the Mehra file, which was lying on my table, towards Vihaan. He caught it mid-air, his eyes widening in surprise.

"What the fuck, Aahan?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with annoyance. "Why are you throwing this file like that?" I leaned back in my chair, a calm smile spreading across my face.

"I have told you to finish the work, Vihaan," I said, my tone measured. "This is how you work. There are mistakes in this file; correct them in front of my eyes." Vihaan's face darkened, his eyes flashing with annoyance. But I cut him off before he could utter a word.

"Not a word, Mr. Vihaan," I said, my tone firm. "Go and sit on the couch and do your work." Vihaan's smile was laced with annoyance as he walked over to the couch. "Aap kya karega, Your Highness?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

I smiled, my eyes never leaving Vihaan's face. "I'll admire my jaan." I said, my tone low and even. "You do your work." The air was thick with tension as Vihaan settled into the couch, his eyes fixed on the file in his hands. I leaned back in my chair, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. Watching my angel.

As I gazed at Vihaan, I noticed him staring at me with a weird expression, as if I was an alien from a distant planet. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his bizarre behavior. "What?" I asked, my tone laced with sarcasm.

"Why are you grinning like a teenager? You look horrible with that creepy smile. Stop it, my heart is weak. If I get a heart attack, it's on you."

I shot him a cold, dark glance, but my smile betrayed me, and I couldn't help but chuckle at my own joke. Vihaan, however, seemed perplexed, his expression unchanged.

"Look, she left me on the scene after reading my message," I said, excitement bubbling up inside me." I said with excitement.

Vihaan's face contorted into a puzzled expression, and he asked, "Dude, what's so special about this?

I shook my head, incredulous at Vihaan's lack of understanding. "You're an idiot, Vihaan. She didn't reply, but that's because she wants to meet me in person. She's waiting for me, samjha." I exclaimed, my imagination running wild with thoughts of my little love.

Vihaan's response was unexpected. He burst into uncontrollable laughter, his body shaking with mirth. "Oh my god, Aahan, your dululu is sulu! Oh my god, I can't...!" he gasped between guffaws.

I glared at him, my face intense. "Why are you laughing like a bitch, you moron?" I demanded, but Vihaan just continued to laugh, rolling on the floor in hysterics.

I stood there, bewildered, wondering what possessed Vihaan to react in such a way. Was there an insect in his pants? Had he finally lost his mind?

I tried to compose myself, but Vihaan's laughter now is irritating me. "Vihaan, stop it! What's wrong with you?" I asked, farmly now he is behaving like a bart.

Vihaan finally managed to control his laughter, but his eyes still sparkled with mirth. "Aahan, your love life is more dramatic than a Bollywood movie," he said, wiping tears from his eyes.

I scowled at him. "Shut up. You're just jealous because you don't have a love life."

Vihaan snorted. "Jealous? Of you and your seen-zoned jaana ? Oh god." He again started laughing.

I rolled my eyes. "You're just mad because you're not getting any attention from the ladies."

Vihaan grinned. "Oh, I'm getting attention, all right. It's just that I am not some delusional basterd like you." He tried to suppress his smile

I threw a pillow at him. "Shut up, Vihaan!"

Vihaan dodged the pillow and laughed. "You can't handle the truth, Aahan! You're a lovesick puppy, and I'm just here to enjoy the show!"

I glared at him, but Vihaan just kept laughing

As I glared at Vihaan, my anger simmered just below the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment. He was still chuckling, clearly amused by my earlier declaration, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. I didn't understand what was so funny - I was certain that Jaana was missing me, and that's why she hadn't replied to my message. It was a simple, logical conclusion, and I couldn't fathom why Vihaan couldn't see it.

This donkey didn't understand anything I know that not everyone is intelligent like Aahna Singh Randhawa but still this much Dumb man i didn't know, i don't know why I make him my friend but now he is my friend so I have to expect him any condition even he is mental.

He was too busy laughing at me, making me feel like a fool. I shook my head, my expression emotionless, as I tried to convey my displeasure. "Are you done, Vihaan?"

I asked, my tone firm, but my eyes were betraying a hint of irritation. Vihaan finally composed himself, wiping tears from his eyes, and I could sense a slight tremble in his voice as he replied, "Yeah, I'm done with your delusions." I ignored his jibe, my mind already racing ahead to more pressing matters.

"Whatever." I replied and suddenly I remembered what mark told me about his and Ashika meeting.

"Vihaan, did you meet Jaana today?" I asked, my tone serious, as I tried to gauge his response. Vihaan's grin faltered, and he looked at me with a hint of caution, as if he was unsure how I would react to his answer.

"Yeah, I met her today," he replied, his voice measured. I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "Why did you meet her?" I asked, my tone firm, as I tried to get to the bottom of things.

Vihaan cleared his throat, his expression turning cautious. "Aahan, she called me to ask about you," he replied, his voice low. My mind was racing, I asked, "What did you mean? If she wants to know about me, why did she call you?" I pause sometime and realise something, "Vihaan, is she finds something related to my illness or medicine tells me the truth."

I ask dangerously, Vihaan's expression to be guarded, and he hesitated before responding.

"Aahan, she just wanted to know about your medicine." My heart skipped a beat as I processed his words. What did Jaana want to know about my medicine?

I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me as I thought about the implications. How did Jaana find out about my illness? I don't want her to know about this I can't imagine outcomes if she gets to know, is she going to abdomen me? is she going to leave me alone? no no I can't I don't know what I will do if she leaves me, I will die I will die without her. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down,

"Aahan I don't know what she found out or what not but she got to know what kind of medicine you are taking." vihaan said. I felt numb, anger was rushing on me but my eye landed on my jaana photo frame near my table and my anger subsided a little bit.

I took a deep breath and said, "how the fuck she gets to know about my medicine vihaan didn't I tell you not to do anything why you called her yesterday."

"Aahan, I already told you why I called her yesterday," Vihaan said, his tone defensive, as if he sensed my growing unease.

"As for not knowing, what do you expect from a doctor who doesn't know what the medicine is or where it is taken or when to use it?" He replied to me sarcastically. he is right she is a doctor she is aware of medicine but still.

"Aahan she just asked me about your medicine which she gave you yesterday and said it is so strong for you and your health." he said.

"I know Vihaan that medicine is strong i tried to avoid it now because at first she didn't present so that strong medicine needs but now her only presence and voice is keeping me in the saint." i told him. He remained silent.

Now the silence is suffocating me it's piercing my heart it becomes difficult to take a single breath now, I need her shooting embrace I want to hide myself in her arms right now. Something is burning inside me she is the only one who can calm me.

"Vihaan i am going." My coherent i don't know if he listens or not but now I don't care at all. Vihaan called out to me, but I didn't listen. my mind is totally blurry right now.

I didn't listen to anything I rushed out of the office, my mind a jumble of emotions, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed Jaana, and I needed her now. I needed to talk to her, to hold her, to reassure myself that everything was going to be okay. I needed to know that I wasn't alone, that Jaana was still by my side.

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As I entered my bedroom eating my food to miss Trisha the chefs decided to prepare and it was so... not so delicious but, as I say my friend, I couldn't help, it's not like she is not a great cook but sometimes messed up..now i feel a sense of exhaustion wash over me. My mind had been racing all day, consumed by thoughts of him - Aahan.

I had been trying to focus on my work, but my brain seemed to have a mind of its own, constantly drifting back to him. His condition, his health, his everything - it was all I could think about. And the worst part was, I didn't even feel like I was being sympathetic. This feeling was something more, something deeper. It was intoxicating, and it was driving me crazy.

I flopped down onto my bed, feeling like I was at my wit's end. Why couldn't I just get him out of my head? I thought to myself, I was exasperated. It was like he was renting space in my mind, and I couldn't even charge him rent. If I got paid for every time he popped into my thoughts, I'd be rich by now.

My mind mocked me, teasing me about always thinking about money. But why not? I thought to myself, defending my own thoughts. He was the one who was taking up all the space in my head, after all.

I rolled my eyes at myself, feeling a bit ridiculous. What was wrong with me? I was a doctor, for crying out loud! I was supposed to be professional, not mooning around like a lovesick teenager.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I needed to focus on something else, anything else. I got up and headed to the washroom to freshen up, deciding to try on the white nightgown that Arohi had given me. It was a beautiful gift, and I had been meaning to wear it for ages. Tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity.

As I slipped into the nightgown, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. Maybe this was just what I needed - a chance to relax, unwind, and forget about Aahan for a little while. But as I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was still lurking in the back of my mind, waiting to pounce.

I entered my room, I was taken aback by the sight of Aahan sitting on my couch, looking like a king who had just claimed his throne. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and beach-colored trousers, but there was something about the way he carried himself that exuded an air of confidence and power. His hair was messy and unkempt, a far carry from his usual tidy and clean appearance.

His face was flushed, and his forehead was dotted with sweat, showing restlessness, so uncomfortable his head is Wrinkled I was thinking what he has gone through why he is looking so messed up and giving him a slightly vulnerable look.

Despite his disheveled appearance, he still managed to look like a heavenly, a Greek god which we verbally know about his beauty and I have the urge to say he is looking more beautiful than a Greek god, his chiseled features and piercing eyes making my heart skip a beat.

I felt a flutter in my chest as I gazed at him, my eyes drinking in the sight of him. He looked like he had been through a lot, but there was something about him that still drew me in, like a moth to a flame.

As I stood there, frozen in place, Aahan's eyes locked onto mine, and he whispered a single word: "Jaana." My nickname on his lips sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my heart racing in my chest.

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself, but my voice still came out shaking. "What are you doing here, Mr. Randhawa?" I asked, trying to sound firm but failing miserably.

Aahan didn't respond, instead choosing to gaze at me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. he is staring at my soul with his dark and ocean eyes, sending shivers down to my spine. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt like I was drowning in their depths.

Suddenly, he spoke, his voice low and husky. "I want you to hold me in your arms tonight, until I sleep." His words caught me off guard, and I felt like I had been punched in the gut.

I was taken aback by his sudden demand, what the fuck he is saying he is demanding like I am his wife. The word wife gives me butterflies in my tummy because it is so complicated and my mind reeled as I tried to process what he was asking of me. It was such an intimate request, one that made my heart skip a beat.

I felt like a shy teenager in his presence, my heart racing with excitement and nervousness. His presence his words and his actions always make my heart go crazy he is so unhealthy for my heart

I tried to sound firm, but my voice came out shaking. "Go to your home, Mr. Randhawa." But Aahan just smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"You are my home," he simply replied, his voice low and husky. His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt like I was melting into his gaze.

My heart was racing, and I felt like I was going to pass out. Clam down you fucking heart are you planning to sucide with jumping like a kangaroo or what, i scold my heavy beating heart but is he going to listen to me than I could like to say no not at all even that fucker is starting beating more.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart, shooting a glare at Aahan, who seemed to be enjoying my frustration. He was coming here, to my home, just to make me mad, to push my buttons and watch me squirm. I was determined not to give him the satisfaction, but it was getting harder by the minute. "Mr. Randhawa, I am serious," I said, trying to sound firm.

Aahan just smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I am also serious," he replied, his voice low and husky. What was wrong with him? Couldn't he see that I was trying to be serious, to set boundaries and maintain some semblance of professionalism? But no, he just had to keep pushing, keep teasing, keep making me feel like I was losing my mind.

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself, but my voice still came out shaking. "What do you want, Mr. Randhawa?" I asked, my tone exasperated

Aahan spread his body out on the couch, looking like a fungus that was slowly taking over my living room. "I already told you what I wanted," he said, his voice lazy.

I folded my arms across my chest, trying to look stern. "And I told you, you're not sleeping here." But Aahan just raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement, and asked, "Why?" His tone was teasing, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and I felt a surge of annoyance at his response.

A mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh, I get it. If you sleep with me, you can't control yourself, right?" he said, his tone teasing. And gave me a mischievous smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement, and I felt a surge of annoyed at his remarks.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I glared at him. "What the hell are you saying?" I demanded, my voice annoyed.

Aahan just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm saying the truth, obviously. It's hard for you to control yourself around a handsome man like me," he said, his voice dripping with self-confidence. I was suffocating under his self-obsessed remarks, and I just wanted to get away from him.

You are sure you want to get away from him, my subconscious mind whispers. Ab tujhe kya chahiye jab dekho free ka gayan batne aa jaati hai. Just shut the fuck up you idiot...

I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of annoyance at his self-obsessed remarks. "It's not like that," I said, trying to sound firm, but my voice came out shaking. Aahan just raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement, and said, "Then proof it to me?" His tone was simple, but his eyes were glinting with challenge, and I felt a surge of annoyance at his response. Why was he like this? Why did he have to be so annoying, so frustrating, so utterly infuriating? Aaaa aaaa.....

I felt a surge of frustration at his response. Why was he being so stubborn? "Fine, you can sleep on the couch," I said, trying to sound firm.

Aahan didn't say anything, but instead, he looked at me, his eyes burning with intensity, and got up from the chair. He walked towards me, his steps slow and deliberate, and I felt my heart beating faster with every step.

I started taking a step back, but my legs collided with the bed, and I stumbled. Aahan caught my arms, pulling me into his chest, and I felt my body crash against his hard muscles. I felt a surge of heat as our bodies crashed together. his eyes locked on mine. I felt a surge of anxiety as it appeared very close to me.

He looked at me, his eyes burning with passion, and intensity, and I felt a surge of heat rise to my cheeks. He tucked my hair behind my ear, his touch sending shivers down my spine, and whispered "Why is it not like we never sleep together?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

"We did more than sleep, Jaana. And last and last night also we are sleeping together even with my boobies in mouth and I want to tell you its so fucking taste amezing and I don't mind tasting them again and again ." he replied while beating my ear lobes sensually.

His voice was low and husky, his words sending tremors through my entire body, and I felt like I was burning with embarrassment. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to block out the memories, but they just seemed to flood back, making me feel like I was drowning in a sea of passion.

I pushed him slightly, and he looked into my eyes, his gaze burning with intensity. I was speechless, unable to say anything, as I gazed into his eyes.my mind a jumble of emotions, my heart racing with passion.

His words were like a slow-burning fire, igniting a passion within me that I couldn't ignore. I felt my heart racing, my pulse pounding, and my skin tingling with anticipation.

I stood there, frozen in embarrassment, my eyes fixed on Aahan's face as he reminded me of the intimate moments we shared the night before. How could he remember everything so vividly? It was as if he had etched every detail into his memory, and I felt like I was reliving the entire experience all over again. I was mortified, my face burning with shame, and I felt like I was crying internally.

Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I heard the faint sound of my phone ringing, and I was grateful for the distraction. I muttered under my breath, trying to remember where I had put my phone, and Aahan, still standing in the same position, like a hulk.

Then he replied, "Your phone is in the last drawer of your desk. You put it there with your laptop when you were working."

I spun around, my back facing him, and started searching for my phone. suddenly he replied and I stood frozen on my place my back is facing him. I turned around and looked at him He was looking at my picture near my bed while tucking his hand in his pocket. I faced him and asked him. How did he know that? I thought to myself, feeling a shiver run down my spine.

"How do you know where I put my phone?" I asked him, trying to sound calm.

Aahan turned around, a casual expression on his face, and replied, "Because I have my eyes always on you, and you know what? I planted a camera in your room, sweetheart." He said it so nonchalantly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, and I felt like my soul had left my body.

I was numb, frozen in fear, as the realization hit me that someone had been watching me all the time. I felt like I was trembling like a leaf, my heart racing with anxiety. "What happened, Jaana? Did I say something wrong? Why are you looking like this?" Aahan asked softly, his eyes showing some concern, but I couldn't respond.

"What are you saying Mr Randhawa." I was stuttering, unable to form words, as I tried to process what he had just said. He looked at me, and then suddenly, he burst out laughing, as if he had just told the most hilarious joke. "Don't tell me you took it seriously," he said, still chuckling. Planting a camera in your room?" I was taken aback by his reaction, wondering how he could be so cavalier about something so serious.

he explained, his voice was still laced with amusement and I feel somewhere playfulness in his tone anticipation to find what is truth.

"Jaana, jaana, my sweet little pea, it's just that I knew your phone was ringing from that direction, and I guessed it. You always put your laptop on the same desk, and I saw you putting it there when I came last time." I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I realized that he had been teasing me all along.

But at some moment I feel like, he is saying truth or not, my mind is also a conflict between his words and I am not able to identify between his words i look at him and drown in his words.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, and looked at Aahan, who was still smiling at me. "Your phone is ringing, sweetheart, just go and pick it up," he said, his voice is soft and gentle.

"Haa you are right." i said and went towards the desk and I found my phone and nodded, still feeling a bit shaken, and walked over to the desk to answer the call. It was Chief's calling, and I excused myself, walking out to the balcony to take the call, grateful for the distraction from the intense emotions that had just flooded my senses.

I picked up the call, my voice answering automatically,

> "Yes, Chief?" I was slightly groggy, still reeling from the intense conversation I had just had with Aahan. But as soon as I heard Chef's voice, I snapped attention.

>"Any emergency, Chef? Why did you call me at this time?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities. But the Chef just chuckled lightly, his voice warm and reassuring.

"But, Chef...I mean, it's so important for our hospital. What if I mess up?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

The chef's voice was calm and reassuring.

"Okay, sir. I'll try my best."

The chef's voice was warm with approval.

"I will be there, and thank you for trusting me." I hung up the call, my mind racing with excitement and curiosity. What could the surprise be? I couldn't wait to find out. I felt a surge of anticipation, and I couldn't help but say a little prayer. "Oh God, please make tomorrow a beautiful day."

As I entered my room, I wasn't surprised to see Aahan sleeping in my bed, snuggled up like a baby. He was sprawled out on his stomach, taking up almost the entire bed, with pillows scattered all around him. One pillow was under his head, another was clutched in his hand, and the others were scattered around his legs and back. He looked like a messy sleeper, but at the same time, he was so adorable, so innocent, that my heart melted at the sight of him.

I walked closer to him, and his peaceful face made me smile. His mouth was slightly parted, and he was drooling like a baby. I couldn't help but think, "Oh god, kitna cute hai ye admi" (Oh god, how cute is this man). His sleeping figure always had this effect on me, making me feel like I wanted to hide him in my arms and protect him from the world.

But then my devilish mind kicked in, and I thought, "Kuch der pehle tho nahi tayar tho use apne aachal me chupane ko ab kya hua" (I wasn't ready to hide him in my arms a little while ago, what happened now?). You idiot I had to show him my tough side, so he wouldn't get a hint of how much his cuteness affected me.

I gently ran my fingers through his hair, and he snuggled deeper into the pillow, smiling in his sleep. I smiled at his antics, thinking, "Such a baby he is." I decided to let him sleep and went to grab a pillow to sleep on the couch.

But when I turned to lie down on the couch, I was shocked to see that it was completely wet. Water was spreading all over the couch, and I couldn't believe my eyes. I turned to look at Aahan, who was still fast asleep, and thought, "You did this, devil." I whispered, not wanting to wake him up. I couldn't help but think about how clever the fox he is..

I realized that he must have done it on purpose, knowing that I would try to sleep on the couch. And now, with the couch wet and the balcony too cold, I had no choice but to sleep in the bed with him. I sighed and went back to the bed, making sure to keep a safe distance from him.

As I lay down, I closed my eyes, trying to get some rest, but I knew that with Aahan by my side, sleep was going to be a challenge.

I was sleeping peacefully, lost in a world of dreams, when suddenly, I was jolted awake by the sound of sobbing and screaming. At first, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but as the sounds grew louder, I realized that something was wrong. I sat up with a start, my heart racing, and looked around the room, trying to locate the source of the sounds.

That's when I saw Aahan, lying beside me, his body trembling violently, his brow furrowed in a mixture of fear and agony. He was sweating profusely, his skin glistening with beads of perspiration, and his eyes were scrunched up, as if he was trying to block out some terrible vision.

The sounds of sobbing and screaming were coming from him, and it was clear that he was in the grip of a terrible nightmare. His body was rigid, his muscles tense, and his face was contorted in a mixture of fear and pain. It was as if he was reliving some horrific experience, and it was tearing him apart.

I felt a surge of concern and compassion for him, and I reached out to touch his shoulder, trying to calm him down. But it seems to not be in condition.

L I listened to Aahan's muttered words, my heart went out to him. He was saying something like "no, don't touch me, please leave me, I'm a good boy, please, it's paining" and trembling like a baby, seeking solace. I felt a surge of compassion and gently tried to wake him up, "Aahan, sonha, wake up, you're safe."

But it seemed like he was stuck in the dark web of his nightmare, unable to escape. So, I pulled him towards me, taking him in my arms, and he instantly clutched my waist tightly, snuggling into my chest like a baby finding comfort. His whole weight was on my body, but at that moment, I didn't mind; he was important, and helping him overcome his horrible nightmare was my mission.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and he sighed slightly, still trembling with fear. I whispered softly into his ear, "You are now safe, shona, I am here, no one is going to harm you, baby, just calm down, you are safe, shone, you are safe in my arms." My words slowly started to work on him, and he began to calm down, his tensed body relaxing in my arms.

As he settled into my chest, his head nestled near my breast, his beard tickled at me, I couldn't help but chuckle at his little antics. Oh God, why was he so cute, even in the form of a devil? Anyone would believe that he was the same ruthless monster, Aahan Singh Randhawa.

As he drifted off to sleep, I whispered, "Sleep tight, shona." I didn't know what had happened to him, why he was like this, but I was determined to heal him, somehow. I looked at his peaceful face and asked, "Why are you like this?" But, of course, I didn't get any answer from his sleeping figure.

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