Arohi POV

I was still trying to process everything when I suddenly felt something… warm.

Heavy.

Resting on me.

I frowned and slowly looked down.

And then—

My breath hitched.

My eyes widened in shock.

Advik’s arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me close to his chest. His head was resting on my shoulder, his face buried slightly in the crook of my neck.

His breath was warm… steady… brushing softly against my skin.

Oh God…  

My cheeks burned instantly.

I could feel his weight against me, his hold possessive even in sleep—as if he was afraid I might disappear.

For a moment, I froze.

I didn’t dare move.

My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure he would wake up.

When did this happen?

Did he pull me closer in his sleep?

Carefully, I tried to shift a little.

His grip tightened.

“Angel…” he murmured sleepily, his face pressing closer to me.

My breath caught.

My entire body went still.

He wasn’t awake.

But his hold said everything.

I looked at his face—peaceful, innocent, completely unaware of the storm he had created inside me.

His lashes rested softly on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted.

How can someone look so harmless… and still make my heart race like this?

I swallowed.

Calm down, Arohi… he doesn’t understand.

Slowly, gently, I tried to move his arm.

The moment I did, his brows furrowed.

“No…” he whispered, half-asleep.

My heart melted.

Before I could react, he tightened his hold again and pulled me even closer.

My back pressed against his chest.

I could feel his heartbeat.

Strong. Steady.

My face felt hot.

This is too close…

Yet… I didn’t push him away.

Because for the first time in my life, being held didn’t feel scary.

I was still lying there, barely breathing, when I felt him stir behind me.

His arm loosened slightly around my waist.

Then tightened again.

I felt his face move, his forehead brushing against my shoulder.

A soft, sleepy sound escaped his lips.

“Mmm…”

My heart skipped.

Slowly, very slowly, Advik opened his eyes.

For a few seconds, he looked lost—his gaze unfocused, as if he didn’t recognize where he was.

Then his eyes fell on me.

On my face.

On the way I was lying so close to him.

His brows knitted together in confusion.

“Angel…?” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep.

I swallowed.

“Haan… Advik ji.”

He blinked once.

Then twice.

Suddenly, realization dawned.

His eyes widened—not in shock, not in embarrassment—but in happiness.

A bright, childlike smile spread across his face.

“Angel!” he exclaimed softly.

Before I could react, he tightened his arms around me and pressed his face into my shoulder again.

“You didn’t go,” he said happily, his voice muffled against me.

“You are still here.”

My breath hitched.

“Yes,” I replied softly, my voice trembling despite my effort to stay calm.

“I am here.”

He pulled back slightly and looked at me carefully, as if checking whether I was real.

Then his eyes traveled down.

To the white shirt I was wearing.

His shirt.

He tilted his head.

“Angel…” he said slowly, curiously.

“You are wearing my shirt.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks.

“Haan,” I whispered.

“My clothes were uncomfortable.”

Instead of getting embarrassed, he beamed.

“That means…” he said thoughtfully,

“You are really mine.”

My eyes widened.

Before I could overthink, he added quickly, almost proudly,

“My best friend.”

Relief washed over me.

He yawned loudly and stretched his arms—still not letting go of me completely.

Then suddenly, his expression changed.

He looked serious.

“Angel…”

“Did you sleep properly?”

I nodded.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he said firmly.

“Because if you don’t sleep, you will get tired.”

He touched my cheek lightly with his fingertips.

My breath faltered.

Then he smiled again.

“Today you will stay with me whole day, right?”

I hesitated for half a second.

His eyes instantly filled with worry.

“You will not go?”

I nodded quickly.

“I will stay.”

His face lit up like a child who had just won his favorite toy.

“Promise?” he asked, holding up his little finger.

I smiled faintly and hooked my finger with his.

“Promise.”

He giggled softly.

Then, resting his head on my shoulder again, he murmured,

“Good morning, Angel.”

I felt my heart soften completely.

“Good morning, Advik ji,” I whispered.

He closed his eyes again for a moment—not to sleep—but simply to stay close.

And I realized…

This morning had changed something between us.

Something quiet.

Something fragile.

Something real.



After sometime,

Arohi quietly slipped out of bed once she was sure Advik had relaxed again.

Her heart was still racing.

She went to freshen up, letting the cool water calm her thoughts. Standing in front of the mirror, she tied her hair neatly, draped a red saree around herself, which given by a staff sometime before saying it sended by her MIL...and kept her makeup light—just enough to highlight her eyes.

Her hands trembled slightly as she filled her maang with sindoor, adjusted the mangalsutra around her neck, and looked at the chooda adorning her wrists.

The woman staring back at her felt unfamiliar.

A married woman…

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the washroom.

Arohi stepped out of the washroom after freshening up.

She was dressed in a red saree, her pallu neatly placed. Her makeup was light, almost natural. The sindoor rested softly in her maang, the mangalsutra lay against her collarbone, and the chooda on her wrists made a faint, musical sound as she moved.

She took a hesitant step into the room.

Advik was sitting on the bed, his legs folded, playing absent-mindedly with the bedsheet.

The moment his eyes fell on her—

He stopped.

Completely.

His hands froze mid-air.

His mouth slowly opened.

His eyes grew round… very round.

For a few seconds, he just stared at her, blinking slowly as if his eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

“Angel…” he whispered, almost breathless.

He slid off the bed and walked toward her, small steps, curious steps—like a child approaching something beautiful.

He tilted his head to the side, studying her carefully from top to bottom.

“You look…” he paused, searching for the right word, then smiled brightly,

“Different.”

She felt shy and lowered my gaze.

He reached out and touched the end of her saree pallu with his fingers.

“This is very red,” he said seriously.

“Like flowers.”

Then his eyes went to her wrists.

He gently shook her hand, making the bangles chime.

“They make sound,” he said happily.

“Chhan-chhan.”

A soft smile appeared on his lips.

Then his gaze traveled upward.

He noticed the mangalsutra.

He leaned closer, squinting his eyes.

“What is this black thread?”

"I remember I made you wear this yesterday". he asked innocently.

Arohi replied softly, “Mangalsutra.”

"Yes You mad made me wear".

He nodded slowly, as if that explained everything.

Then his eyes moved to her forehead.

The sindoor.

He frowned a little in confusion.

“You put red line here,” he said, touching his own forehead to copy her.

“Did it hurt?”

Arohi’s heart melted.

“No,” she said gently.

“It didn’t hurt.”

He looked relieved.

Then he remember yesterday peoples talks

Then suddenly his face brightened.

Oh!” he said excitedly.

“This means you are my wife, right?”

She nodded.

“Yes.”

His smile widened instantly—big, pure, toothy.

“My wife!” he repeated proudly.

He clapped his hands once, happy.

“Then you look very pretty,” he announced confidently.

“My Angel always looks pretty.”

Her cheeks burned.

He held her hand tightly and swung it a little.

“Now everyone will know,” he said innocently.

“That you are with me.”

Then he looked up at her, eyes shining.

“Angel… will you stay like this always?” he asked softly.

“With me?”

She smiled warmly.

“Yes.”

He grinned, satisfied.

“Good,” he said, hugging her suddenly, his face pressing against her stomach.

“I like you like this.”

Arohi stood still, her heart overflowing.

In that moment, she realized—

His innocence didn’t just touch her heart.

It wrapped around it.

Arohi was still standing there when Advik suddenly tightened his hold on her hand.

“Come,” he said simply.

“I will show everyone that you are mine Angel.”

Before she could respond, he started pulling her along—gentle but determined, like a child excited to show his favorite thing.

“Advik ji—” she tried to say.

But he was already walking toward the door.

The moment they stepped out into the hallway, the early morning sounds grew clearer—soft footsteps, distant voices, utensils clinking somewhere.

As they reached the living area, the first person to notice them was Advik’s mother.

She turned around—and froze.

Her eyes went straight to Arohi.

To the red saree.

To the sindoor.

To the mangalsutra.

For a second, surprise flickered across her face… then something softer.

Before she could say anything, Advik spoke first.

With a wide smile.

“Mumma!” he called out happily.

He pulled Arohi a little closer to himself and said proudly,

“See… my Angel.”

His mother’s gaze shifted to the way his hand was tightly holding Arohi’s, almost as if he was afraid someone might take her away.

“She is my wife,” he added seriously.

“She is wearing red for me.”

Arohi felt her heart thump.

Other family members slowly gathered— servants pausing in their work.

Whispers filled the air.

But Advik was completely unaware of it all.

He pointed toward Arohi’s wrists.

“She has bangles,” he said excitedly.

“They make noise.”

Then he pointed to her forehead.

“And red line,” he added proudly.

“She put it herself.”

His mother stepped closer, her eyes softening asshe looked at Arohi.

“You look beautiful, beta,” she said gently.

Arohi lowered her gaze respectfully.

“Thank you, Maa.”

The word slipped out naturally.

Advik’s eyes widened.

“Maa,” he repeated, pleased.

“You heard? She said Maa.”

His mother smiled, emotions glistening in her eyes.

“She is good,” Advik continued, nodding seriously.

“She stayed with me. She didn’t go.”

That single sentence silenced the room.

Everyone knew what it meant.

His mother placed her hand on Arohi’s head and blessed her.

“God bless you, beta.”

Advik watched the gesture carefully.

Then, mimicking it, he placed his hand clumsily on Arohi’s head too.

“I bless you also,” he said solemnly.

“So you don’t leave.”

Arohi’s throat tightened at it innocent yet meaningful word.

She nodded and said.

“I won’t.”

Satisfied, Advik smiled again and wrapped his arm loosely around her waist—protective, unconscious.

“Now come,” he said cheerfully.

“Breakfast time. Angel should eat.”

The family exchanged glances—some surprised, some thoughtful, some emotional.

But one thing was clear to everyone that morning—

Advik had accepted his wife.

And Arohi… had already become his safe place.



As I stood there beside the in the hall, Advik’s fingers still wrapped around mine, listening of breakfast word from Advik ji a sudden thought struck me.

Rasoi…

My heart skipped.

Today is my first rasoi.

The realization made my chest tighten.

I slowly looked toward the kitchen area. I could already hear faint sounds—utensils, voices, the rhythm of a morning already in motion.

I didn’t make breakfast…

Did I do something wrong?

A familiar heaviness settled in my stomach.

Old habits… old fears.

The fear of being judged.

The fear of being told I wasn’t enough.

I didn’t even realize my expression had changed.

But she did.

My mother-in-law had been watching me quietly from a distance. She walked toward me with unhurried steps, her face calm, her eyes gentle.

She stopped in front of me and placed her hand softly on my arm.

“Beta,” she said lovingly.

I looked at her, nervous.

She smiled—warm, reassuring.

“Don’t worry,” she said in a calm yet happy tone.

“Today breakfast is already prepared.”

My breath I didn’t know I was holding finally released.

She continued gently,

“If you want, you can make rasoi tomorrow. There is no hurry.”

Tomorrow.

No pressure.

No complaint.

No disappointment.

My eyes softened.

“Thank you, Maa,” I whispered.

She patted my head affectionately.

“This house doesn’t run on rituals alone,” she said kindly.

“It runs on comfort.”

Standing beside me, Advik looked between us, confused but attentive.

“Angel is not in trouble?” he asked innocently.

His mother smiled at him.

“No, beta. Angel is perfect.”

He relaxed instantly.

Then, as if making a very important decision, he held my hand tighter and said firmly,

“See… I told you. Angel is good.”

A small smile formed on my lips, and something warm settled in my heart.

For the first time, rasoi didn’t feel like a test.

It felt like a choice.

And that… made all the difference.

The dining area was already set when Advik walked in, still holding my hand tightly—as if letting go even for a second was impossible.

“Angel, sit here,” he said, pulling out a chair right next to his.

Before I could respond, he sat down first and then patted the chair beside him proudly.

“This is your place,” he announced.

The dining table was alive with morning energy.

Tea cups clinked, the smell of fresh parathas filled the air, and everyone seemed to be in a good mood.

Everyone… except me.

Because Advik had practically glued himself to my side.

His chair was so close to mine that there was no visible gap. Every time I tried to move my elbow, it bumped into his.

“Advik ji…” I whispered under my breath.

“You’re sitting very close.”

He looked genuinely confused.

“Of course,” he said simply.

“You’re my wife.”

Before I could argue, Vyom’s amused voice floated from across the table.

“So bhabhi,” he said, smirking,

“Looks like bhai hasn’t given you even an inch of space.”

Advik straightened immediately.

“She doesn’t need space,” he declared.

“She has me.”

Viraj lowered his head, shoulders shaking as he tried not to laugh.

I stared at my plate, my ears burning.

Vyom leaned forward, clearly enjoying this.

“So tell me,” he continued,

“Did bhai snore last night?”

Advik gasped.

“I don’t snore!” he protested.

“I breathe loudly.”

The table erupted in laughter.

“And she didn’t complain,” Advik added proudly, pointing at me.

“See? She likes it.”

I nearly dropped my spoon.

Vyom wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.

“Bhai, you’re impossible.”

Then, just to stir trouble, he said casually,

“Bhabhi, if you get tired of him, you can always sit with me.”

Before I could react—

Advik slammed his hand on the table.

“No.”

The sudden firmness startled everyone.

“She sits with me,” he said firmly.

“Always.”

Then, as if to physically prove his point, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me toward him.

My face turned tomato red.

Viraj raised an eyebrow.

“Advik, relax. She’s not a trophy.”

Advik frowned.

“What’s trophy?” he asked seriously.

Vyom laughed.

“Something people take away.”

Advik hugged me tighter.

“Then no trophy,” he announced.

“She stays with me only.”

I tried to gently free myself.

“Advik ji, I can sit by myself.”

He looked hurt.

“Why?” he asked softly.

“Do you not like sitting with me?”

Instant guilt.

“No, no,” I said quickly.

“I do like to sit with you.”

His face brightened instantly.

“Good,” he said, satisfied.

“Because I like it.”

Then he turned to my plate.

“You are eating slow,” he observed seriously.

He scooped food from his plate and placed it on mine.

“Eat,” he instructed.

“You will get weak.”

"And also eats sweets, Angel like sweets"

I see him with surprised as only today when he sharing his habit with me I told him I like and now he rembered it is the first time someone taking care of my favourite.

And I really feel good.

Vyom shook his head at my husband and said.

“Wow. Full husband mode already.”

Advik puffed his chest proudly.

“I am very good husband.”

Viraj smirked.

“Based on what?”

“Based on rules,” Advik replied confidently.

Vyom leaned forward eagerly.

“Rules? Oh, we need to hear this.”

Advik counted on his fingers.

“Rule one,” he said.

“Angel eats properly.”

“Rule two,” he continued.

“She sits with me.”

“Rule three…” he paused, thinking hard.

Everyone leaned in.

“She tells me before going anywhere.”

I swallowed.

Vyom burst out laughing.

“Bhai, that’s not rules—that’s security protocol.”

Advik nodded proudly.

“Yes,” he agreed.

“Very important.”

Viraj chuckled.

“And what about us?”

Advik looked at him thoughtfully.

“You can talk to her,” he said generously.

“But only when I am there.”

Vyom laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair.

“Deal,” he said.

“We accept your terms.”

Just then, Advik’s mother walked in, taking in the scene.

She looked at Advik clinging to me, at Vyom laughing uncontrollably, at Viraj shaking his head.

“What’s happening here?” she asked.

Vyom pointed at Advik.

“Your son has declared bhabhi his full-time responsibility.”

His mother smiled knowingly.

Advik looked up at her seriously.

“Mumma,” he said,

“Angel is staying with me forever.”

She nodded gently.

“I can see that beta.”

Satisfied, Advik leaned toward me and whispered,

“I told you.”

Because at that table—full of laughter, teasing, and one overenthusiastic husband—

Marriage didn’t feel scary.

It felt… unexpectedly fun.

Continue..........

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Author Note:

☆So Why does you Guys think Advik have a fear of loosing her?

☆Does you like Advik Possessiveness?

☆Does you like Advik Character?

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