When the soul knows peace, the heart can sleep!
Vandita slept peacefully like a small child, enfolded in Awnirudh's arms, as her face lay buried in his chest. She inhaled his strong yet soothing masculine aroma as her lips curled into an angelic smile in her sleep. Her body was still wrapped in the crimson red soft towel that cover her bosom going above her knees. It was in absolute contrast with her white creamy skin that glittered in the scanty silver moonlight..
Awnirudh sat still, leaning against the pillows as his fingers brushed her hairs gently, comforting her in sleep. His eyes were fixated on Vandita's bruised wrist that she had rested on his chest. A deep sense of sorrow arose in his heart.
Why was he not there to protect her?
The question rang in his mind in a loop.
And then... It had suddenly occurred to him.
'Kshitija..!!' He exclaimed.
What if all these were her.... What if she wanted to harm Vandita in order to gain his intimacy!
