Viraj Jannat Singh POV:

The midnight pressed softly against the windows, but the room was bright because of many small lights. Because she has a fear of darkness.

I moved the edgy furniture aside because she tripped often. 

Also, I removed all the rugs from the whole villa because they made her trip. 

What if she gets seriously injured?  Her blood is more precious than a diamond.

And now I am watching the best view of my life. My heaven, my wife sleeping in my room, not mine anymore, it’s our room. 

The duvet she covered herself with from head to toe is slides from her face. 

Also, today, the full moon poured silver across the bed. In this moonlit hour and with those small lights, she was looking Heavenly.

I just gave her a separate room so she won’t feel uncomfortable. I want to give her personal space where she can study peacefully. I know she didn’t even attend a single class yet. So it’s a decent idea to give her a separate space for studying. 

My heaven assumed wrong. We are both married, and slowly we should get to know each other. Mostly, I’m aware of her, but for her, I’m still a new person. If we create unnecessary distance between us, then how will we progress in our relationship? 

She slept with her head resting against the pillow. Her curls spread over the pillow. 

Tired or still a little affected by being drunk. 

I was so angry when I saw her tipsy, but I couldn't scold her. Never. 

Just the thought of raising my voice to her made me torture myself. 

In the morning, when she got up, that time I wanted to talk to her, not scolding, just talking about why she drinks. 

But her head was already aching, and she was looking pale. Then she formed that tiny pout, and I melted instantly. 

I choose to be silent, but next time, no. There should not be next time. I’ll keep my eyes on her. Drinking is not good for our lungs and heart. She already had the critical surgery. That time, everyone lost hope of her surviving, but Dad and I stayed rooted. 

For now, I put these thoughts aside and just look at her cute face. She is sleeping sideways, her face is opposite to my side of the bed, and like a creep, I’m standing there staring at her sleeping peacefully. 

I know we have a long way to go to make this relationship work, but in this moment, I just want to admire the glow and beauty of her presence.

For me, her presence beside me is more than enough.

Then my phone vibrated, and I slid the screen open and stepped toward the pool area upstairs, 

“Have they confessed?” I asked Leo who was on the other side of the call.

I could almost hear the smile twisting his lips, a lazy curl that suggested he enjoyed the taste of chaos. “Who will not agree… When is Leo on duty?”

“They are planning something against the QRZ, maybe some scandal, so they can blame you and remove you from the principal designation,” Leo’s voice lowered, as if he didn’t want the walls to hear the game they talked about.

“Do we get any specific clue about what they are planning?” I asked. 

“Not yet, we didn’t get any clue, but it’s definitely dangerous and against our college. We have to dig more, but no worry, I’ll handle that,” Leo said.

“Make sure we got every detail on time, I’ll not spare anyone, this time I’ll use my own hand on them,” I said all this in a sharp tone.

“Ooo, that's new, you never dirty your hands before that, maybe you are triggered this time.” This bastard is teasing me.

“Would you be the first one for that divine purpose?” I shot back, the bitterness seeping into my tone. 

“Chill, man, and by the way, don’t tell me you leave that girl just to attend my call, or you think she is just a girl that you married out of sympathy? He taunted. 

It seems like he doesn’t love his life anymore. 

“That you should think before calling me?” I growled, cutting the call before he could speak.

And she is not just any girl. She is more than that; she is my Heaven, and now my wife also. She is my precious wife.

I turned away from the pool’s glimmer and walked back toward the dressing area. I come after a shower and find the duvet on the floor. 

Now she is lying on her stomach, barely her neck on the pillow, and I’m struck by her beauty. 

Her lips have the color of a pomegranate. Her nose is tiny, not sharp. Her eyes sparkle in sleep; she has long eyelashes. Her cheeks are not pinchable; she needs to put on some weight so I can pull her cheeks. 

Then her one leg slipped from the bed, and now it is dangling. Her feet are just perfect in my hand. When I touched them earlier, I wanted to feel them against my lips. I want to know how they taste. I want to worship them with my lips. I study the line of her foot, that arch as if it were any kind of map. 

Her breathing is even and normal. I can’t stop myself, so I sat near her feet and cradled them with both hands gently. I let my lips hover for a heartbeat, choosing a kiss that is more of a whisper and feather-light. Then I tucked her feet under the duvet.

My father’s words echo softly in the back of my mind, “Your wife is your goddess.”

He used to do small things, such as making breakfast and ironing her clothes. I’ll translate that into action, not as worship from a distance, but as a daily ritual of care. 

My room is filled with her presence; I’m all surrounded by her presence. I moved to the floor and sat near her face. 

Watching her, admiring her. 

Her curls were a spreading covering the whole pillow. I want to run my fingers through those curls. I want to roll them around my finger so badly, but afraid that I will walk her up or make her uncomfortable. 

Then my eyes fell on her lips. They are full, neither too small nor too big. Just perfect to fit in my mouth. 

Am I being a creep?

Yes, for her I am.

Why not? She is my wife now. 

I don’t know how long I was staring, admiring my wife. She is wearing a tank top and shorts that barely cover anything, but my eyes were stuck on her face. 

I am captivated by her charm.

I’m so I adjusted the pillow under her head and covered her with the duvet. She is looking so tired. I want to be closer to her, hold her in my arms, but not yet. 

Finally, I pushed myself to my feet and lay beside her. I’m sure I’m not going to sleep tonight. How can you sleep when your Heaven is so close? 

Then, the next movement, she shifted and faced me.

Turning my head to her side, my eyes start admiring her again. I’m lost in her beauty, in her closed eyes and those pouty lips. She pouts even in sleep. I’m drawn to her like a magnet drawn to iron. 

She is truly special. I’m still not sure why my heart chose her to protect. No, her heart chose me. 

She chose me for her protection. She hooked me with a single gentle curl of her tiny finger. Her delicate finger. In that microsecond, everything changed. That one moment, one microsecond was all it took for my world to tilt toward her.

Then her heartbeats, they were racing, maybe asking me to stay with her, shield her. For that moment, my heartbeat stopped. I feel a strange pull, a strange feeling. She drew me in, towards her, and now we are tied for eternity. 

Her body responded to me when she was losing her life battle. She was on the verge of losing her life, but she was brave enough to survive. Now that she has already survived, it’s time to live. 

Live with abundance and happiness.

It’s been seventeen months and twelve days. I’m always behind her, not as a creep but as a protector. I kept my distance, but I have all the updates about her health, her eating habits. 

Do you even believe that if I say I never saw her eyes, it’s always her back towards me? Only those curls I see, they cover her face like a veil, so being a patient man, I waited. 

Now the tables have turned, I always see her back from after, now she is near me. Face-to-face. 

Even I can feel her breathing. 

“I’m sorry, Heaven,” I whispered. 

We married like that. But I promise I’ll always protect you. I’ll never be the reason for your tears. I just want you to smile and live every moment of this life with happiness. I’ll make sure you have no other choice but to live with a smile. 

You are my everything, you didn’t know that, and I’m never intended to force myself on you. I know I’m being selfish, but for you, I’m ready to be selfish. I want to protect you; for that, you have to be near me.

Now the moonlight is falling directly on our bed. She is completely knocked out. Finally, I felt sleepy and closed my eyes with a smile because my Heaven is sleeping beside me. This is a dream of every man, that her woman lies beside her. I’m one of the lucky men on earth whose wife chose me.  

Then, suddenly…her knee landed on me there. “Fuck,” a hiss came from my lips. Before more words escaped, I covered my mouth with my hand, and another hand was holding her knee. 

Yes, she kicked my d!ck. Not a gentle tap, but a strike. 

I didn’t know she would take my words this seriously.

And the fact is, I don’t even snore. 

But the battle wasn't over. Before I could move, her arm flew and landed on my chest. 

This wasn't just sleep but a full-blown combat. 

Trapped. In pain. And yet…didn’t whisper so her sleep can’t get disturbed. 

What is this heaven? I was admiring you, and you tried to destroy our future.

I peeked down at her. She was moving her lips like chewing something in her sleep, maybe blabbering. 

I removed my hand from my lips, then she shifted more into me. Now her lips are just an inch away from my neck. My eyes widened, and my body froze, but still, my other hand was holding her knee. 

With a slow moment, I shift her knee away from my d!ck, so I don’t get another kick. This is pure torture; it hurts. She is so small, but her hits are more powerful than I can think. 

Ruhaan was right to warn me, but I took that for granted. She is really a violent one. 

Then she snuggles into me more, her lips are on my neck, I can feel those pouty lips kissing my neck, her breath is rhythmic, she is savoring her sleep. Now she was hugging me, almost kissing my neck, maybe apologising for her violence. 

Is this your way of apologising after kicking me? 

She is holding tightly, but thank god she stopped moving for a while. Maybe now I can sleep. 

I checked my phone, and it was already 2:25 am. I stay in the same position, holding her for my own protection. 

It still hurts. I can’t afford another kick. Her kick has all the power to destroy my reproductive capabilities. 

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Next Morning

I was going to the gym, where Veer Bhai was already coming from jogging. “Morning bhai. Jogging done already?” He nodded. “Sit for a moment. I wanted to talk.” We both sat on the sofa that was placed near the gym. Side by side. 

“I’m listening,” I said, but I have an idea what he wants to talk about. 

He shifted closer, “Take this relationship slowly. She is just twenty. You have to take care of her. And care isn’t just protecting her from discomfort; it’s respecting her autonomy, her choices, and her space.” 

“I understand, bhai.” I know it’s about creating a safe, respectful environment where she can be herself with her joys, her fears, and her needs. 

“Take some inspiration from us, how Heer is just like the child in my relation and how I take care of her.” He explained, and I understand how bhbahi is special from us, but he takes care of her like she is so precious. He takes care of her as a father, a mother, and a man should care about his wife. 

“Don’t worry, bhai, I’ll never disappoint you,” I assure him with my words. 

“Good.” He paused, then added, almost in a whisper, “Let her lead in her own life, while you will stay beside her.” I gave a slight nod, a quiet approval. He is right, let her figure it out. 

She is in her teenage years, where we feel so many different emotions. Some friends lead us in the wrong direction. Her drinking habit proves that her friend circle is not good for her. I have to take care of her like a baby, guide her so she doesn’t forget herself. I considered the line between guidance and control—the line I didn’t want to cross.

When I came back into my room, I saw Heaven still asleep, her leg again dangling from the bed. 

That’s why in her room, the bed was beside the wall. 

I chuckled a bit seeing her like this, so carefree. She was still in her dreamland. Shall I wake her up? No, let her sleep more, and I’ll admire my sleeping Heaven. 

I can feel the rhythmic thump inside my heart. 

“Does her heart still race when I go near her?” Soon I’ll find that too. 

“aaa,” a whince escaped from her lips because her knee hit the bed. Maybe she is still feeling pain there. 

So I got up and pulled the duvet away just to make her knee visible. I sprayed it on her knee. I know it will sting for two to three minutes. She huffed out a long breath because of the spray and her lips mumbling something. 

After five minutes, she relaxed, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest told me that she was not in pain anymore. I waited, no, I admire my precious wife. Her cute face can’t tell that she is so violent, even in her sleep. 

It’s time to wake her up now, otherwise we will be late for breakfast and college as well. I want her to attend all her classes today. “Heaven,” I called, but no effect on her. 

So I reached, gently brushing her curly hair away so she could open her eyes. I slide my hand under her neck and make her sit. She lazily opens her eyes, and her sleepy eyes meet mine. 

“Time to get up,” I said, keeping my voice even and warm. 

“Breakfast is waiting, and you’ll want to be on time for your classes.” She blinked again, as if testing the reality of the moment, and then, slowly and deliberately, rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the backs of her fingers. 

She is so cute, just like a baby who needs care. I loved watching her sleep. I raised my eyebrows a little and gently pulled the duvet back.  

She didn't say anything, just kicked off the blankets and put her little feet on the floor. The floor was probably cold. And she started walking away, almost running away. 

I picked up her furry slipper and called her. She turned and stopped in front of the other room gate, where her things were. "Slippers first," I said quietly. I put the slippers close to her feet, and she slid them on.  

She twisted the doorknob and, entering that room, she shut the door in my face. 

Again. It wasn't the first time. It stung.

It felt like a little rejection, even though I knew she didn't mean it that way.  

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After talking with VJ, I entered the room. First thing I did was press my lips lightly against my Heriye forehead. 

A small smile spread on her lips. “Humne naha liya hai or fooloo ko panni bhi de diya hai. Hume abhi sone dijeye.”

(I already bathed and poured water on the plants. Let me sleep more.)

She always remembers to give water to all the plants, but forgets about Bebo's milk. So I poured the milk for our bebo and entered the bathroom. After my shower, I got ready. 

Then I sat on the bed near her face and pulled her head onto my thighs. I start caressing her head. She loves to wake her like this. After some time, she opened her eyes and gave me my morning kiss on the cheek. 

She said two kisses, and she is the one who kisses me countless times. I love every kiss equally. 

She was struggling to comb her hair, so I stepped in with the comb, guiding her fingers along the familiar rhythm of our routine. I braided as I always did, a little loss. 

In the mirror, she dabbed kajal along her lash line and pinned a tiny bindi. When the lipstick touched her lips, my world brightened with that pink color. 

How do I remember it all, you ask? The truth is, I remember the sequence. We repeat this ritual daily, so the memory strings itself into a thread. I buttoned my shirt as she wore bangles that clicked with every movement. She loves the sound, the way it announces her presence before she speaks. 

Blue and Bangles are her obsession. 

I closed all the buttons and opened two buttons of my shirt purposely. I walked a step ahead. Then she caught me and said, “Rukiye.” 

The single word, soft but decisive. 

Her hand hovered for a moment, then rose and settled on my chest. Her gaze pinned me there, a coal-slow glare; she drew the top two buttons together.

Possessive.

Sliding her hands from my collar, “ab thik hai,” she said with satisfaction.

(now, it’s right.)

I know she is already drawn to me like I’m drawn to her, but she is too innocent to understand these feelings. But soon she will understand the depth of this relation. 

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Heer Veer Singh POV

My husband is so good; he does all the work that Nina does for me. He cooks for me, where his hands work with patience and love, turning simple ingredients into meals that taste like home. 

He helps with my studies.

He woke me up as I liked it, my head in his lap.  

He braids my hair with care, gathering all the strands in her palm. 

But he tied my braid a little loose, so after some time, my strands came out of the braid, and I had to tie them again. 

It’s a secret, don’t tell him. 

I was awake when he settled my head in his lap, but I kept my eyes closed. 

Because I wanted to feel his fingers massaging my head. 

Then I kissed him. I thought he didn’t like kisses, but like Shinchain, he liked them. The difference is he doesn’t dance like him; he just smiles and sometimes chuckles, too. 

So sometimes I give him lots of kisses. 

I like his face because he has no beard. He does all these for me, sometimes I feel what I should do for him. I’ll figure out what he likes the most and give him. 

I was getting ready, and he combed and tied my hair in a loose braid. 

Then I noticed…

His two upper buttons were undone. He always forgets to tie them, so I stopped him and tied them. 

“He is so strong, what if Nazar lag gayi? Apni chuni mein chupa lu kya?”

He doesn’t know, but I know women in the hospital watch him. I don’t like that. I stayed at home, and he was in the hospital. I can’t stop him from going, so I have to figure out what else I can do to protect him from them. 

Should I tell him to cover yourself with the sheet? But then, how will he do surgeries? No, this will not work. I have to think about something else. 

We both descended towards the dining area, then, without warning, the dupatta slipped from my shoulder and slid down, kissing the floor. I bent to retrieve it, fingers meeting the fabric with a satisfying, forgiving softness. Before I could lift it fully, his hand. I froze for a heartbeat, a flutter of nerves, and something that I don’t know. 

Why do I feel shy around him? He is a good man and now my husband, always cares for me. But sometimes I feel shy about how he looks at me. “Hume aadat nhi hai na, isliye baar baar gir jata hai.”

(I don’t have his habit, that’s why it falls again and again.)

He looks up, and for a moment, his gaze holds mine. I didn’t understand his gaze, but I feel shy. Why? Why? 

“You don’t have to wear it if it’s difficult to manage,” he said, and set the dupatta near my neck. 

I shook my head in denial. “Nahi, dekhiye naa, ye halka c hi hai, aur hume pasand hai.” I glance down at the fabric draped softly around my neck. It’s lighter because it’s net. 

(No, see, it’s lightweight and I like it.)

He grinned and kissed my head. Then, with a quiet confidence that makes my breath hitch just a little, “Jase aapko sahi lage.”

(as you like it.)

He also loves to kiss me. We are definitely kissing each other more than twice. And we both love it. 

Holding each other's hands, we enter the lift. “Aaj hume aalo ka prantha chahiye hi.”

(Today I want potato-filled parantha at all costs.)

To be continued…

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