Today's chappie will give you some glimpse of Avni's life. So read the update when you aren't in hurry to end it fast. Do not skip any part or else you wouldn't be understand her povs later.

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Avni

I'm getting used to this man as the day passing by. I thought I wouldn't be attached to him much, I'll go with the flow but you know what life doesn't go as per as our accord and drafting, it just happens the way it should have been directed by our destiny.

Yeah, I think I'm falling for this man and that's not at all a good news to me either. Attachment always lead to the path towards heart break, it's a proven fact. Rarely has succeeded some luckiest souls, if you would say ever exist.

At the age when a child is supposed to get pampered by her parents being in their shelter of love and affection, I had been brought up alone by my Nonna, my granny.
After my Mom's death. I always wanted my dad to be with me. Every night I craved for him to be by my side, holding me, telling me bed time Stories as I always heard of do my friends daddies at their sleeping time.
I used to act well. I had been most of the time given the lead roles in my school drama. I so wanted my Dad to see me participating in those school celebration days, instead he always prioritise his work and his people.
My dad is an influential Business Man.I know how hectic his work is. He is a busy person but I just wanted some few minutes from his life. That's all I could have wished for in that lil age of mine but he never failed got me disappointed all the time I had expected him to attend such events. Everytime until the end I used to be very positive, hopeful that may be he will keep his promise this time but invariably he presented me the same grief, desolation, fragmented my heart into shards for having such remorseful expections towards him.
By the time growing up I understood that he also had to spend time with his family parallely saving time from his busy schedule. May be I'm expecting too much being his daughter which I shouldn't. And since that day I willed, entirely engraved all my hopes somewhere at the back of my brain.

Yes My Dad has family.
He got married his Charter Accountant Alisha Jeordon the year my Mom died. They lives in US.
When I was two and half month older, my step brother Adithya was born.

My mom died when I was an hour born baby...She got to know when I'm already 2momths grown embryo inside her womb. She has some severe health issues the reason for her gynecologist had suggested her that she won't be give birth to a baby right then, her condition will deteriorate if she would go for giving birth to her child.
But My Mamma chosen me instead curing herself and after going through many painful days being pregnant she left me finally giving my entire responsibility to Nonna my Mom's favourite person. Being a mother in law she never loved my Mamma less than her own daughter if she would have. Nonna understand me, she never forced me to go and live with her son, my Dad's family whenever he had come to take me with him.

Yes he came many times to convince me to move with him but I had got already used to live without him. And on top of that I wouldn't be able to adjust with his family in another country leaving my people here.Rather willingly I preferred to be in my place, in my home around my own people Nonna, Rehaan, my two only family I have. And my mom's touch each corner as well as around my house, including that sunflower garden sowed by her we have in our lawn.
So it's by choice I choose to stay here being in my soul instead being extra burden in my father's life and in his world.
In this house I can feel my Mom, her smell, her touch in every corner around. Whenever I get sad or upset with my life I come back home and opened my Mom's wardrobe and smell her sent she left in her clothes. It sooth my every pain, my sorrows, my heart breaks since I was in kindergarten. I still remember Nonna used to drap me with her clothes whenever I got upset with something not acceptable happened in my life, it always made me feel my Mom is around, she is loving me.. calling me "bachha I'm here share me everything that bothers you...I have left all my work undone only to be with you, to caress you baby..come sleep on my lap...I will never leave you sleeping alone...I'll be there beside you...closer you.." And draping her smell upon me I slept to wake up a new me everytime, away my worries.

Though I never seen her, not even in my dreams she appeared atleast once being blurry, as we see some persons in dreams.
I just saw her Pics. There is a big laminated frame hung on our living room wall. She looks pale holding me in her arms smiling staring at little me in her hospital gown several wires attached to her body. Dad captured this moment before Mom passed away. Everyone knew it Mamma hadn't have much time to stay with us.

My Mamma sacrificed her last breath to bring me in this world.
My Mamma will always be my super hero, my savior.
Or it will sound better if I would call her my Super Mommy.

And then this man entered into my life unplanningly yet fortunately Neil Khanna. He calls me most of the time Bachha.

The day I have heard him first calling me that. I got literally freezed there standing at the spot. I felt a pain inside my throbbing heart, it wasn't a pain of grief, it was a pain of instant attachment for a person you have least expected to be. I felt a knot inside my stomach pushing every organ inside me to burst into tears, tears of longing to a person who likes you, give you importance in his life that you always have craved from your birth giver.

The plethora of emotions I came across if I could have explained someone my state of mind and heart that exact moment, listening to that word whenever he mentions me by it.
It could be definitely a simple word for a person more or less but for me it's a word I have been craving since I was in my Mom's arm when I took birth around those hours before my Mom's death may be.

I sighed looking at the person in the director's frame now doing the scenes he has ever planned he would do in front of me being my boyfriend.

He is such a cute at the same time hot as hell.

Yes he kissed me.

It was a passionate one you know.

No, actually you don't know the moment he took permission to proceed further towards my lips pulling me on his lap that day. It was bliss the second our lips touched eachother. He teased me giving few pecks before he could have made it intense. His gaze was lowered on my lips, then he closed his eyes within some few seconds as he got deeper, while mine was all over his face. I just wanted to savour, at the same time see his each facial features closer mine, the way they were responding by each touch he did something tickling my skin with his uneven breaths, caused a jolt of current on my spine loosing all of my nerves their capacity to react anything, except him.

And when I got my nerves back in active mode I pulled out my lips away his perfect chapped mint flavoured one. I threw myself wrapping my arms around his neck and dug my face on the crook of his neck being furiously flushed. His masculine cologne mixed with some choclatey sent is best to fill my lungs something to inhale.Could be at any other day. But that moment it wasn't easy for me to meet mesmerizing his gaze at me. Nevertheless to ease my jumping heart inside my rip cage I stayed there tightening my hold until he didn't call me in a panic voice to show him my face away that amazing spot I was dipped my lips onto.

Closing my eyes facing not to him I nodded that I'm okay when he asked me and then when he saw me not opening my eyes within some few seconds, he warned me that if I wouldn't open them immediately within a second next and look at him then he will start another round of kissing me go insane. And this made snapped open my eyes instantly in a loud gasp, in response Neil chuckled.

Such a Neilu he is...

I bit my bottom lip averting my gaze followed by my heated up red cheeks and got off his lap immediately unwrapping my arms around him. My peripheral vision showed he is staring at me leaning to his couch shoving hands to set back his disheavled hair in a naughtiest smile, I have ever seen in his face before.
And he kept that smile plastered on his face throughout we had our lunch until I got into his bedroom and slept.

Idiot.

I don't know when he joined me in bed. As soon as my body had touched the soft mattress my eyes became heavy and I dozed off.
My gaze fell on him beside me lying when I flickered my eyes turning to the other side I saw him doing the same flipping his eyes few times as if he was in deep sleep since hours.
Before I could react he pulled me on his chest and brought my one arm around his torso and put his own over mine
With his another caressed my hair couple of times faintly and felt back asleep.
Inhaling deep his scent back into my lungs my senses got dipped into a comfort zone and made me sleep back again within few seconds when I brought my face to his perfectly strong yet soft chest and my arm around his waist tightened more.

If someone is still not sure about this feeling then I would say there is nothing stronger than this could exist in this whole universe.

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"Avniiii" I jumped on my seat by the squeal Raj Sir has just caused to called me.

"May I know where are you lost" I twitched my head towards him and broke my trance and saw his narrowed eyes over me.

"Are you okay champ!!... don't tell me Neil khanna is bothering you" his jaws clenched in rising anger.

"No noo...not at all..sir..he is really a nice guy....nothing as such happened" smiling convincingly I tried to resolve his mood but instead it changed into unsure.

"Are you sure" He asked dipping his brows into his forehead creasing them.

"Absolutely Sir....I just zoned out into some other things...that's it" he hummed and got back into his work not before giving me a not convinced yet look.

This Raj Sir sometimes get over protective towards me.

I sighed in a heartful smile.

I always thanks to god for this that apart from Nonna there are some few people in my life who think about me to be fine all the time including Diya, Rehaan and obviously now another one added, My Man Neil.

Neil khanna who has started shivering now being drenched since two hours shooting a romantic scene in an artificial thundered storm rain.

And I got fed up of myself get distracted checking out my boyfriend in that wet hair look, drying out my throat every time he shoves backward his water dripping hair over his face.

God I should avert my gaze as quick as I can. And I swear I did it for almost hundred times by now before tearing it back again in its former spot.

Holly crap.

Trust me I'm telling you guys, It's not healthy to be with someone this much irresistible. Your heart could stop beating anytime or next second could start pounding faster without your consent leaving you almost dead in exploding by such weird emotions.

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Main dekhoon jo tujhko to pyaas badhe
Tu roz tu roz do ghoont chadhe

Mujhe se tu na mujhse
Kabhi bichhre

Tu roz tu roz do ghoont chadhe

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MoN ♥️