Bengal, Chatterjee House

Irresistible.

That what she was.

With her curious, dark eyes she stared at him; her brows thinning meanwhile to show that she was the most mature girl in the entire world, her subtle ways to steady herself and declare that she wasn't amused. Her feigned maturity only multiplied her innocence, and he loved it. He was loving how feigned her feistiness was, and how she was trying not to be affected by him. It took him a good amount of effort not to claim those soft, parted lips and taste every inch of it. 

She still wasn't sleeping and he knew that. Anirban smiled and flipped the other side.

Too much teasing her for the day. He softly chuckled to himself, though he knew she too wasn't sleeping. He sensed her turning towards him for sometime and then again flipping the other side.

A little feisty, but adorable. 

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Saudamini sat on the bed, impatience marred on her face as she inhaled a deep breath. She wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin over it, waiting. Jasmine garlands hung from both sides and the scent of rose petals was filling the air. 

A blush crawled on her cheek as her mind gave her vivid imaginations with her husband. She bit her lips to hide the excited stupid smile that was daring to etch, while she fiddled with her fingers. 

She was finally his. 

After days of yearning. All the while she had only imagined this day, and now it was true. She couldn't believe whether it was her imagination or reality. 

Saudamini gasped softly hearing the door creak gently. She swiftly adjusted her garments and brushed the bedsheet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A tall man in his early twenties strode inside, his eyes raking over her for a moment. He stood there for a while, before turning around and closing the door. 

She felt her cheeks growing warm as he took gentle strides near the bed; she peered at him, only to sense him glancing at the other side, lost. The jiggling of her bangles made him flinch lightly.

"You...you go to sleep Saudamini. You must be tired," Satyakaam lowered his lashes, as he mumbled. Saudamini raised her brows, excepting him to say something more. But he didn't. He simply sat on the edge of the bed and laid himself, drawing the quilt over him and flipping on the other side.

For a long time, he didn't budge.

She kept staring at him, quite for sometime. 

Not a word anymore. He didn't even compliment her, nor greet her, nor smile at her. Like he used to do back in her house when he frequently came to visit Tapas. 

Tired.....yes. He must be tired. 

She tried to reason her mind, but she could feel a part of her heart which turned heavy. 

The faint rays of the Sun was peeing inside through the tiny partitions in between the drawn curtains. Saudamini was already half awake by now, blinking softly. The drowsiness was still sustaining in her eyes, as she gave a long yawn. She didn't recall when did she fell asleep, though it wasn't soon as she hit the bed; her husband had made sure she did not sleep that 'fast'. Naturally she took a good amount of time to let the color of her cheeks come down to normalcy. 

Suddenly something struck in her mind, her heart skipped a beat as she subconsciously bit her tongue, licking her lips. She inadvertantly held the edge of her quilt, and tried to peer on the other side.

Did.....did he also, leave? 

She couldn't. Though she tried hard, she couldn't forget it. She couldn't forget how each morning she used to open her eyes in thought that, that for once Satyakaam would be beside her. She would have the chance to gaze at his calm, sleeping face; caress it lovingly for once. For once. But all she found was the bed empty beside her.

Sometimes he didn't come to even sleep beside her, excusing himself to be busy in his work.

But, but the truth was something else.

And then, when everything appeared to be fitted like pieces of puzzles, it was like the advent of nausea...

Somethings are just imprinted deeper in heart than anything else....

Saudamini knew Anirban wouldn't leave, he must be sleeping for she felt the other side of her bed depressed. But she couldn't trust herself unless she saw it with her eyes. 

Who knows, whether her supreme imagination and delusion may have taken a toll on her this time as well?

She pressed her lips, and flipped the other side. 

Anirban was sleeping calmly, exhaling soft breaths from his parted lips; his deep dark tresses messed upon his forehead, his chest rising and falling as he breathed. He looked so calm in his sleep that for once anyone would doubt whether this man could be the one so lively out there. Saudamini had observed him during her marriage. She was sitting quietly, occasionally smiling at her guests and nodding at intervals, while Anirban was the one who was truly appearing like a extravaganza himself. Laughing, joking and entertaining.

 As if life for him was a joyful ride. 

Eventually she realized, his pride was only a sense of humor from his side; and only garnered up so that he could irritate her. 

In fact, he seemed much innocent than he showed himself to be. 

Saudamini kept gazing at him with her half closed eyes, reminiscing the moments she had taken the vows with him, and how he had smeared the vermillion on her forehead. 

Promising her a prosperous life ahead. 

But, but..... Satyakaam also had promised. What happened to that? He also took seven vows and smeared the vermillion. 

Does smearing vermillion and taking vows only signify a prosperous marriage to the society? 

And what was the most interesting part? She chose to believe the promise of that man who did not mean it, and having trust issues for the one who had taken a step to mean it. How did she change into this? She clearly remembered how Anirban promised her, holding her hand in his. She didn't reply anything to him that moment.

In the same manner how Satyakaam did not say a word, when she had shyly promised him to be throughout his life. 

Her heart took a jolt, as fresh tears began to blur her eyes. 

She knew how much it hurt, when not given a reciprocation. But what to do? Was it so easy to trust again, love again and let her tormented heart repair? She paid a price hard for her delusion, and it was so hard that now she felt like taking each step thinking about a hundred times. 

But there was a part of her heart which had began to prod her subconscious mind; it began to evoke a thought that ferociously claimed--that the day would not be far when Anirban would have her wrapped around his fingers, his magnetic charisma would pull her effortlessly in his arms, his charms would lure her dangerously towards him, to an extent that she wouldn't have a conscious of herself. Dangerous.....yet so, sweet, addictive-

She shut her eyes momentarily before she could go further. Her heart began to thud faster. That lane of Anirban must be luring and addictive, but she shouldn't-

'But till how long? The more you resist, the deeper you will be trapped in him. And once you fall in this sweet trap, it will be forever.' 

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A/N

Hayeeeee 👀✨.

My rate of updates can be a bit inconsistent because of my college, but I will try to write as much as possible 🥺.

Also, I am changing the face claim of Subhankar from Ranveer Singh to Hrithik Roshan, because one of the traits of Subhankar is his displaying a righteous anger- I figured out that Hrithik's expressions are brilliant whenever he is angry. 

Plus he is hawt ;p

Moi is also planning a book on Subhankar, a spin off rather, so that's why ;p

Signing of for today!

Nushkie