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INAYAT'S POV :

"What are you talking about, Baba?" I asked, my voice soft and gentle, though confusion clouded my thoughts.

Shivansh remained silent beside me, his expression tight, as if he didn't want me to learn something that was now being exposed.

The baba looked at Shivansh with a kind smile, his voice calm but filled with reverence as he began to explain.

"Beta, A few months back, I remember when he came here—desperate and broken. He was searching for hope, for a miracle... for his beloved."

He paused, glancing at me before continuing, "You were the one he did everything for, when you were in critical condition, weren't you?"

My eyes widened, still confused, but I remained silent, waiting for more.

"This child," the baba said, patting Shivansh's shoulder, "came to this very temple, looking for a way to save you, to save his beloved. It was him," he gestured at statue of Bhagwan Shiv,

"who guided him to me. And then, I told him that if he truly wanted to see you heal, he needed to commit himself fully to his prayers. I asked him to vow to come here every day, offer prashad, flowers, and his deepest devotion to Bhagwan Shiv. And he did, without any fail—all for you."

Shivansh, visibly uncomfortable, lowered his gaze, his hands fidgeting, avoiding my eyes completely.

The baba continued, "He kept that vow for a full month, without skipping a day. No matter what storm or challenge came his way, he made sure to cook all the prashad and extra dishes on his own here himself and distribute those food and prashad to the poor as part of his devotion.

There were days when he came drenched, soaked by the rain, but still, he never missed his prayer. And then, there were days when the heat was so unbearable that the temple stairs burned like coal beneath his feet."

The baba smiled gently. "Bholenath tested his devotion, tested his love for you by placing obstacles in his path. And each time, Shivansh proved himself."

"I remember a day when he came here, panting, his feet soaked in blood from the rough climb. He could barely stand, but even then, he performed every ritual with unwavering determination.

He would sit here for hours, praying, tears in his eyes, looking at your pictures. And on the last day, when he knew you had recovered, it was the first time I saw him smile—a smile full of gratitude, with tears of relief."

The baba smiled once more, blessing us both, his words soft but powerful. "You both were destined to be together. Never let anything tear you apart again. It is Bhagwan Shiv's wish.

He is Shivansh which means Lord Shiv's ansh and you are Inayat which means grace. He will love you how Lord Shiv loves Parvati maa and you will always bring to his life and show him the right path and direction." He gestured toward the deity and quietly walked away, leaving us with the weight of his words.

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SHIVANSH'S POV :

I watched as the baba's figure disappeared into the distance, my heart thudding in my chest with anxiety.

I wasn't sure how to react or how to explain everything to Inayat. I turned to look at her, sitting there in silence, tears falling steadily as she stared at the spot where the baba had stood, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought.

Eventually, she got up, her movements slow and careful. She walked over to Bhagwan Shiv, her hands joined in prayer. Her tears continued to roll down her cheeks as she stood there, fragile yet determined.

After finishing her prayers, she began walking toward the stairs, not once glancing at me or saying a word. I followed close behind, anxious but silent, unsure of what to say or do.

She took another step, and her ankle twisted again. She stumbled, and before she could fall, I caught her by the waist.

Her eyes squeezed shut, and I felt her body tense against mine. My arms circled her small waist, and she clung to my shirt tightly, grounding herself.

Without thinking, I scooped her into my arms, one arm around her waist and the other beneath her knees. She gasped softly but didn't protest, didn't speak—her silence was louder than words.

As I carried her to the car, I could feel her gaze on me, burning holes into my face. Her tears pierced through me, but I kept my eyes forward, not daring to meet her stare.

I knew if I looked at her, I'd crumble. We would talk, but not here.

Once we reached the car, I gently placed her in the passenger seat and took my place behind the wheel. And started the engine.

The drive was quiet, the soft patter of rain against the windshield being the only sound. Her tears hadn't stopped, and the silence between us grew heavier with every passing moment.

"Shivansh, stop the car," she whispered suddenly.

Without hesitation, I pulled over to the side of the road, turning to her with concern. I thought maybe she was feeling unwell or wanted to leave the car, but before I could speak, she began unbuckling her seatbelt. Panic stirred inside me, and I hurried to unbuckle mine too.

Before I could ask her what was wrong, her hands grabbed my collar, yanking me toward her with an intensity I didn't expect.

"Ina...?" My voice barely made it out before her lips crashed against mine.

For a moment, I froze, utterly shocked.

_*Wait!!! whatt????? Her lips.......on mine??????

We are kissing????????*_

My mind went blank, the world around me fading into nothing. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

She was kissing me!!!!

My heart pounded in my chest as my body remained paralyzed, not knowing how to respond. But she didn't stop-her lips were soft and tentative, her kiss filled with so much emotion that it broke something inside me.

After a few moments, when I didn't resiprocated, she slowly pulled back, her breathing uneven as she searched my face for a reaction.

I sat there, still frozen, eyes wide with shock. I couldn't process what had just happened.

Her lips... her kiss...

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INAYAT'S POV:

After hearing everything from Baba, guilt gnawed at me, sinking deep into my chest. I couldn't stop the tears from spilling over. Shivansh had endured so much for me—he had bled, suffered, all because of me.

And what had I done? I humiliated him, insulted him, and pushed him away. I didn't deserve him, not after everything I'd put him through.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him. My feet moved on their own as I stood up and walked over to Mahadev's idol. Silently, I offered my apology, my heart heavy with regret.

I begged for forgiveness, promising that I would never hurt Shivansh again. I love him, and the mere thought of losing him now twisted painfully inside me.

I didn't dare glance at him as I headed toward the stairs, desperately trying to hold myself together. But like always, Shivansh followed me.

I took another step when my ankle twisted sharply, sending a jolt of pain through my leg. I was just about to stumble when, in an instant, his strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me up effortlessly before I could hit the ground.

For a fleeting moment, I wanted to melt into his embrace, to let myself feel the warmth and protection that only he could offer—but all I felt was shame. I didn't deserve this care, this love.

Lost in the whirl of my thoughts, I hardly realized when he placed me gently in the passenger seat of his car. The engine roared to life, and we drove off in a thick silence.

The air between us felt suffocating, weighed down by the unspoken words and the unshed tears clinging to the edge of my heart. The guilt pressed down harder with every passing second.

I couldn't bear it any longer.

"Shivansh, stop the car," I whispered, my voice barely holding steady.

Without hesitation, he pulled over, his eyes searching mine, concern evident in every inch of his face. My hands shook as I started to unbuckle my seatbelt, and seeing this, he quickly unbuckled his as well, his gaze never leaving me.

A storm of emotions raged within me—guilt, love, fear—all threatening to spill out. Before I could think twice, I reached out, grabbing his collar, and yanked him toward me, surprising myself with the force.

"Ina?..." he whispered, confusion lacing his voice, but I didn't let him finish. I pressed my lips against his, closing the distance between us.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. My heart raced wildly, my hands trembled as I kissed him. His lips were warm, soft, but I felt him stiffen, startled by my sudden move.

I kissed him gently, hoping for a response, but when he didn't kiss me back, a sinking doubt washed over me. Maybe he didn't want this.

Maybe I had gone too far. Embarrassment surged through me, and I pulled away, my face burning with shame.

When I dared to look at him, I saw his face flushed, his breathing uneven. He looked stunned, as if he hadn't expected this at all.

The silence that followed felt heavier than before, and I couldn't help but feel foolish for acting so impulsively.

"I'm sorry, Ansh," I whispered, my voice shaky as I avoided looking directly into his eyes. My fingers searched for the door handle, eager to escape the tension that hung thick in the air. I needed to get out before I made everything worse.

But before I could even open the door, I felt a strong hand wrap around the back of my neck. Shivansh yanked me back toward him with a force that made me gasp.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I found myself inches from his face. His hot breath fanned over my lips, sending a shiver down my spine.

We were both breathing heavily, the air between us charged. I looked into his eyes-his black orbs locked onto mine, dark and intense. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him, and for a moment, neither of us moved.

In a low, husky voice, he whispered, "Where were you going, Ina?"

His voice sent a jolt down my spine, making my pulse race faster. My mind went blank, unable to focus on anything except the sensation of his lips, so close to mine, brushing against them.

The way he said my name, with that deep, rough tone, sent a rush of warmth through my body.

"You can't just start this and run away," he stated in that same deep, husky voice, his lips brushing against mine again, teasing, seducing me.

I clenched my thighs together, feeling the last shred of my control slipping away.

I couldn't respond. The sound of his voice, that seductive whisper, clouded my thoughts. I wanted him-NEEDED him. My attention shifted completely to his lips, hovering just inches away from mine.

His grip tightened on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. His black eyes burned into mine, and as he leaned in, I closed my eyes.

My heart pounded in my chest as he finally closed the distance between us.

Finally Losing his control, he sealed the gap between us.

At first, the kiss was still, as if time had paused. His lips were soft and warm against mine, and my heartbeat accelerating.

Slowly, his lips parted, and he captured my bottom lip, sucking on it gently. He tasted minty, with a hint of spice. The sensation of his mouth on mine sent a thrill through me.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I started moving my lips, responding to his kiss, matching his slow pace. His hand moved from my neck to cup my cheek, pulling me even closer.

Without breaking the kiss, his other hand slid down to my waist, and before I knew it, he had lifted me into his lap.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, losing myself in the moment. His grip on my waist tightened as he pulled me closer.

He bit down gently on my lower lip, and I let out a soft yelp. Taking advantage of the moment, his tongue slipped into my mouth, and the kiss deepened.

His pace quickened, and I tried to keep up as he devoured me, his lips and tongue moving with fierce intensity, eating and sucking sometimes biting and nibbling.

Then I felt his hand move to the hem of my shirt, slowly sliding underneath. His fingers brushed against my bare skin, sending electric shocks through my body.

His touch made me lose myself even more, pulling me closer, if that was even possible.

Just as I felt like I was about to drown in him, his phone rang, breaking the moment. He didn't stop, though.

I gently pushed against his chest, but he growled softly into my mouth and continued his sweet torture, kissing me even harder, as if he couldn't bear to let me go.

It was just us-our kissing sounds and the soft pattering of rain, the world around us fading into the background.

When I started to run out of breath, I pushed him again, this time a little harder. Thankfully, he moved back, allowing me a moment to breathe.

We were both panting, our chests rising and falling in sync. His eyes stayed locked on me, dark and unreadable, as if he was taking in every detail.

I didn't say anything, just tried to get up from his lap. But as I shifted, moving to stand, he let out a low growl, his hands suddenly grabbing my butt with both hands. My eyes widened in shock.

I froze, and his intense gaze pierced through me like I was his prey. His voice dropped even lower, rough and dangerous. "Stop moving like that, Ina. It'll cause problems."

That's when I felt it-something hard pressing beneath me. The realization hit me all at once, and my mouth fell open, my eyes going even wider.

I stayed completely still, not daring to move. He let out a deep breath and gently grabbed my waist, lifting me off his lap and settling me back into the passenger seat.

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Right now, I'm standing under the hot shower, trying to calm my nerves.

After our kiss, I couldn't say a word to Shivansh. He was staring at me the whole ride, but I couldn't muster the courage to speak after pulling such a bold stunt.

I wished I could teleport from that car straight to this room, avoiding Shivansh altogether. I was utterly embarrassed. But my man? He just smirked and kept staring at me the entire time.

As soon as the car engine stopped, I bolted like I was being chased by a predator. I rushed into the bathroom without even taking off my clothes. Now I'm terrified of how I'll face him once I step out.

I turned off the shower, grabbed my bathrobe, and wrapped myself in it. Slowly, I turned the doorknob, careful not to make any noise that would alert him I was coming out.

I peeked through the door, scanning the room.

The bed was empty, as was the sofa. He wasn't here. Letting out a sigh of relief, I stepped out.

But then, suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the wall. He had been hiding. I internally groaned.

Towering over me, he looked so big and intimidating. His wet, messy hair fell over his beautiful face, and his upper body was bare with just a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. God, he looked so sexy.

Feeling small in front of him, I gathered my courage and glanced up at him, only to find him staring down at me with that infuriating smirk.

Leaning down to my height, his face inches from mine, he whispered in a seductive voice, "Why are you hiding like a scared little kitten, tigress? Are you scared of me?"

Ugh! He's driving me crazy. Did he just call me a kitten?

"I'm not scared of you. Why would I be? And I'm not hiding from you," I shot back with as much confidence as I could muster.

He leaned even closer, and my throat went dry. I swallowed hard, and his smirk deepened.

"Hmm," he hummed. His eyes dropped to my lips as he licked his own. I felt my body heat up under his gaze, and I instinctively bit my lip.

"Uh-uh," he shook his head. "Those lips are mine to kiss and torture. Don't bite them," he whispered against my mouth, making my legs turn to jelly.

I couldn't support my weight anymore and was about to collapse when he caught me by the waist, pulling me closer.

My breath hitched as he closed the distance between us and crashed his lips onto mine. I lost all sense of reality, feeling myself drowning in the moment as his grip on my waist tightened.

His other hand moved up my back, pressing me further into his chest as he deepened the kiss.

I couldn't help it—my hands found their way to the back of his head, pulling him closer. I tried to match his pace, but he was in complete control. He kissed me like he needed it to breathe.

And I had to admit, Shivansh Kapoor doesn't just kiss. He devours.

I was running out of breath, so I lightly pushed against his chest, but he didn't budge.

When I really couldn't breathe, I lightly slapped him, and he immediately let go.

"I'm sorry, Ina. I'm really sorry, baby, I losse my control." he apologized, cupping my face. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

I nodded, and in the next second, he crushed his lips against mine again. This time, he wasn't just kissing me—he was sucking on my lips, biting my lower lip.

Then he slowly moved to my chin, trailing his kisses to my jaw and finally my neck.

I moaned as he sucked on my neck, my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer to me. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

"You're making me lose my mind, Ina," he groaned against my skin, and then I felt the sharp sensation of his teeth biting down on my neck. I hissed at the slight sting, but he quickly soothed it by licking and kissing the spot.

The shivers running down my spine made me melt in his arms, and I felt myself getting wet between my legs.

"Ahh, Ansh!" A soft moan slipped from my lips when he squeezed one of my breast with his big palm.

Feeling myself surrendering to the moment, completely drowning in the sensations he was igniting inside me.

But just as suddenly as it had begun, he stopped. He pulled back, leaving me breathless, and without a word, he stepped into the bathroom.

I stood there, a hot mess, replaying everything that had just happened in my mind, trying to calm myself down.

Shaking my head, I walked over to the mirror. My reflection showed just how red my cheeks were, and when I touched them, they were burning hot.

I swallowed hard, quickly drying my hair, determined to regain my composure.

I decided it was time to pack up and leave for my penthouse. Now that Shivansh has healed, it didn't seem right to stay with him in the same room any longer.

Changing into my clothes, I began packing, but just as I was zipping up my bag, I heard the door click open. Shivansh emerged from the bathroom, in his bathrobe, his wet hair falling messily over his forehead. He looked effortlessly hot, and I had to remind myself to stay focused.

"Control yourself, Inayat," I muttered under my breath, forcing my attention back to packing.

"What are you doing?" he asked, walking over to me quickly.

"Packing," I replied flatly, heading to the cupboard to grab the rest of my things.

"But why? Where are you going?" His voice was laced with confusion, following me like a lost puppy.

"Back to the penthouse," I said, not bothering to explain further.

"Why?" His voice rose slightly, frustration creeping in.

"What do you mean, why, Shivansh? You're healed, and I need to go back. We can't keep living in the same room."

"But why?" he asked again, this time more insistent.

"Stop with your 'why' mantra, Shivansh! I was here to take care of you, and now that you're better, I need to leave, right?"

"Who said I'm fine? Ouch! My shoulder hurts, and my back too. Stop stressing me out. I'm not healed yet!" He clung onto me dramatically, making me burst into laughter.

"Drama queen!" I teased, pushing him lightly.

"Fine, now let go of me," I said, and to my surprise, he obeyed. But instead of stepping back, he grabbed my bag and began unpacking my things, hurriedly putting them back into the cupboard.

I shook my head, smirking as I crossed my arms. "Isn't your back and shoulder hurting now?"

Shivansh glanced at me, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Well... maybe it's a miracle recovery?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed, sitting on the bed with my laptop. He was always like this—acting all dramatic one moment, then brushing it off like nothing happened.

I opened my laptop, trying to focus on my work while Shivansh quietly unpacked the rest of my things, putting them away neatly.

A few minutes later, he came and sat beside me. Leaning slightly, he peered at my screen. "What are you working on?" he asked casually.

"Since I didn't go to the office today, I need to finish some reports from home," I replied, tapping away at the keyboard.

He nodded, leaning back and giving me space. Just then, one of the servants entered, holding Shivansh's phone.

"Sir, your phone is repaired," the servant said, handing it over.

Shivansh accepted the phone with a small nod. "Thanks," he said, turning to me.

"My phone stopped working earlier, but it's fixed now."

I nodded, not thinking much of it as I returned my attention to my laptop. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shivansh turn on his phone.

At first, his face seemed normal, but soon, his expression began to change. His brows furrowed, and his jaw tightened slightly.

I glanced at him fully now, sensing something off. His grip on the phone grew a little firmer, and I could see the tension building in his shoulders.

His relaxed demeanor was quickly replaced by something more guarded, and the air around him seemed to shift.

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