Abir was in complete turmoil, torn between his love and his promises. He took a warm bath, hoping the water would wash away his confusion, relaxing his touted nevers a little he emerged from the washroom. Mishti, already awake, saw him and smiled, but he did not return the smile. Instead a black sneer came across his eyes as well as his face. She approached him and embraced him warmly.

"Good morning, Ajeeb Rajvansh. I love you," Mishti whispered, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Good morning," Abir replied coldly.

Mishti narrowed her eyes, sensing something amiss. "Is that all? Don’t you think you're forgetting something?"

Abir cupped her face, and though she smiled, his next words made her frown. "Don't love me so much, Mishti. I am not worthy of such love."

Mishti’s face paled; this was not how she had envisioned their morning. She huffed and declared, "My love, my choice!" Abir looked at her but then left without another word.

Mishti thought to herself, "What has happened to this Ajeeb Rajvansh suddenly?"

Later, at the breakfast table, Mishti started ignoring him. When Abir asked her for water, she pretended not to hear and walked towards the kitchen. Abir, not wanting to let the tension fester, grabbed her hand.

"What’s wrong? Why aren't you talking to me?" he asked.

Mishti rolled her eyes as he pulled her closer by her waist. "What changed? Last night, you were so not stopping screaming my name, and now this morning, what happened?"

Mishti turned beetroot red still replied, "What do you think happened? You think only you have the right to have an attitude, Ajeeb Rajvansh? You didn’t even respond to my 'I love you.' Is there even any love left? Or you did all the things anyway?"

Abir looked at her but did not answer. Mishti pushed him away and stormed into the kitchen, angrily starting to make pancakes. Abir followed her inside.

To herself, Mishti muttered, "One day, I’ll leave him. With all his attitude, he’ll realize what it feels like when the house echoes with 'Mishti... Mishti...' and I’m not here."

Abir overheard her and pulled her close. "I won’t give this house a chance to miss you. If you leave, I will destroy myself."

Mishti, frustrated, dipped her hand in the pancake mixture and smeared it on his face. Abir stepped back, making a face, and she burst into laughter at his childlike expression.

"Here you go, ajeeb rajvansh. Consider this your ajeeb punishment," she teased and ran away.

Abir, amused and slightly annoyed, chased after her. "Angry chorni, wait! I’ll get you back!" He followed her to their room.

Mishti, pointing her finger at him, warned, "Look, ajeeb rajvansh, I’ve already taken a bath. You can’t do this!"

Abir, playful yet determined, retorted, "Why not? Angry chorni, I’ve taken a bath too. Now, you won’t escape."

Mishti dashed to the washroom, trying to close the door, but Abir was quicker. He forced it open.

"Where will you go now, chatur chorni?" he teased.

"Ab... Abir, no! Please, no..." Mishti pleaded, but Abir pinned her to the wall, rubbing the pancake mixture from her cheek onto his. She giggled hard, as his beard rubbed at her cheeks. Tingling her skin.

Soon their postures settled in her head. She blushed and breathed heavily as he applied some mixture to her neck, then licked it off. She moaned with pleasure, and he turned on the tap, letting the water cascade over them.

Mishti kissed his cheeks happily. Abir rubbed his thumb over her lips, and she looked down, blushing madly. He lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. She reciprocated with equal fervor until they had to part for air. Abir rested his forehead against hers.

"I don’t want you to doubt my love, Mishti," he whispered, his breath warm against her lips. "You are my everything."

They kissed again, more fervently this time. The water streamed over their bodies, intensifying their connection. Abir’s hands roamed over Mishti’s wet skin, tracing the contours of her body with a sense of urgency and desire. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together as the water created a steamy cocoon around them.

Mishti's hands moved up Abir’s chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his wet shirt. She slipped her fingers under the fabric, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Abir responded by unbuttoning her top, his fingers trembling with anticipation. As he peeled the wet fabric from her body, he took a moment to admire her beauty, his eyes filled with longing.

"Mishti, I just can't help but cherish the goddess Infront of me. You're are so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Mishti blushed, her cheeks flushed with both the heat of the moment and the warmth of the water. She reached up and ran her fingers through Abir’s hair, pulling him down for another searing kiss. Their lips moved in a dance of passion, tongues entwining as they explored each other’s mouths.

Abir’s hands slid down Mishti’s back, resting on her hips before pulling her even closer. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and a shiver of excitement ran through her. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, her body responding to his every touch.

"Abir," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

Abir groaned in response, his desire for her growing with every passing second. He lifted her effortlessly, and Mishti wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the shower wall, pressing her against it as he kissed her deeply. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her waist, her thighs. Mishti moaned softly, her head falling back as she surrendered to the sensations.

He groaned, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The water continued to pour over them, mingling with their sweat and heightening their pleasure. Mishti clung to Abir, her fingers digging into his shoulders as they moved together, their passion reaching a fever pitch.

The intensity of their lovemaking grew, their movements becoming more urgent and desperate. They were lost in each other, the rest of the world fading away as they gave in to their desire. Mishti’s cries of pleasure echoed in the bathroom, mixing with Abir’s groans as they reached the peak of their passion together.

When it was over, they stayed entwined, the water still cascading over them. Abir held Mishti close, their breathing gradually returning to normal. He kissed her forehead gently, his heart swelling with love for her.

"Whatever happened yesterday," Abir said softly, "it was my love, Mishti. I really love you so much."

Mishti looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears of happiness. "I love you too, Abir. Always."

They shared another tender kiss before Abir wrapped her in a towel. She felt shy and blushed as Abir smiled and left the room. Mishti looked at herself in the mirror and blushed again, covering her face with her hands.

Later, as Mishti worked in the kitchen, Abir watched her with a smile. His phone rang; it was Nishant. Abir's expression changed to one of fear.

Abir thought to himself, "Nishant is relentless. I can’t even talk outside the house without Mishti asking questions. I can’t let her know... she’s not just a thing I can hand over to Nishant. She’s my love. What should I do?"

Abir nervously called out, "Mishti, how much longer in the kitchen?"

Mishti shouted back, "Just half an hour!"

Abir sighed with relief, "Alright, Mishti, I have an important call. I’ll be right back." He stepped out to the lawn to make his call.

Mishti muttered, "Oh no, the gas cylinder is empty. I need to tell Abir..."

Mishti entered the lawn, intending to call Abir back, but halted when she heard his voice from behind the tree. Curiosity piqued, she edged closer, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Nishant, Mishti has no idea that I’m Aayan," Abir's voice was tense.

"She’ll never suspect it. Just a bit more patience, and we’ll have her wrapped around our fingers..."

Mishti’s blood ran cold. She felt the ground shift beneath her feet. Clutching the tree for support, she strained to hear more.

"No, everything is going according to plan. Capturing Aayan isn’t simple. Just a few more days, and Mishti will be yours as per our deal," Abir continued, his tone devoid of the warmth she was used to.

Mishti stumbled backward, her eyes wide with shock. Her heart hammered in her chest, each beating a painful reminder of his betrayal. Her mind reeled, struggling to process the bombshell revelation.

"Ab... Abir is Aayan? The same Aayan I feared the most?" she whispered, her voice trembling. Memories of their intimate moments, his declarations of love, and his gentle touch flashed through her mind, now tainted with the bitter sting of deceit.

Abir, still engrossed in his conversation, didn’t notice her presence. "Yes, Nishant. Just stick to the plan. Mishti won’t suspect a thing. She trusts me completely. Once we have what we need, she’ll be yours."

Mishti's knees buckled, and she leaned against the tree, her vision blurring with tears. "How could he do this to me?" she thought, her heart shattering into pieces. "Everything was a lie... our love, our night together... all a cruel game."

Abir ended the call, and Mishti, in a daze, scrambled to hide behind the tree. She watched as he turned and walked back toward the house, his face a mask of calm deception. Once he was out of sight, she fled to the kitchen, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

In the safety of the kitchen, she collapsed onto the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. "What will I do? How can I face him knowing the truth? He plans to hand me over to Nishant like some pawn in their game."

Her body trembled with fear and heartbreak, tears streaming down her face. She was utterly devastated, her world turned upside down. The man she loved, the man she trusted more than anyone, had been lying to her all along.

Just then, Abir entered the kitchen, his expression concerned. "Mishti, is the food ready?" he asked, his voice slicing through her turbulent thoughts.

Mishti was paralyzed with fear, her body shaking uncontrollably. She tried to speak but could barely form the words. "No... the cylinder... it’s empty..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Abir noticed her trembling and walked over, gently taking her hand. His touch, once comforting, now sends shivers down her spine. Her hands were icy cold. "Mishti, why are you shaking? And why are your hands so cold?"

Her eyes filled with fresh tears as he caressed her face. Overwhelmed by the betrayal and her own helplessness, she suddenly collapsed, unconscious, into his arms. Panic-stricken, Abir lifted her and carried her to their room, his mind racing with worry.

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