Darmiyaan ?

Note:

Thank you everyone who has supported Darmiyaan and shown love for this story. I'm deeply grateful for your appreciation and encouragement. I want to share that I'm not someone who naturally gravitates toward romantic genres-I've neither watched many series nor read many novels of this type (except for a few in Bengali). This story is purely based on my perspectives and how I interpret these characters and their journeys.

Before writing, I took time to think deeply, survey my surroundings, and incorporate diverse opinions to make the story as authentic and grounded as possible. While it may not align with everyone's taste, I have tried to remain true to my vision. For those who have genuinely loved Darmiyaan, your support means everything.

One more thing, I'm writing after more than one month, so bhul-chuk maaf karna 🙏🏻. Part is much longer than usual, so read with a fresh mind.

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(Next Morning)

The morning sunlight trickles into the room , teasing Haseena's closed eyes . The alarm rings sharply, making her groan in sleep . She extends her hand to turn it off , then instinctively nuzzles back into the warm chest she was clinging to . But just as she begins to drift back to sleep, the alarm snoozes , making her grumble in frustration.

She blinks her eyes several times to adjust to the light and turns off the alarm. However, when she tries to wake up , she feels an arm wrapped around her waist.
She looks aside and it's none other than her wife .

She smiles looking at her sleeping face , her slightly parted lips and relaxed features make her look ethereal in the morning light. Haseena combs her fingers through her hair calling, "Karishma...." , hoping the latter will wake up.

But Karishma just keeps sleeping like a log without even moving an inch . Haseena again calls her , "Krishuu.." hoping the latter will atleast leave her from her cage .

But Karishma just hums "Hmmmm" and squeezes Haseena more in her arms .

Haseena sighs at her antics, and taps her arms , "Chodiye humhe" , but Karishma continues to sleep in that position saying, "Thodi der aur" ...

Haseena remains in that state a few minutes more , allowing herself to savor the closeness. But when she glances at the clock, it's already 7 in the morning. She gives Karishma a stronger shake , "Karishma abhi nahi uthe tou thane late pahuchenge.."

Karishma, instead groans and tightens her grip around Haseena's waist, saying, "Kuch nahi hoga kyunki Thana Prabhari abhi humare baahon mein hai "

Haseena rolls her eyes but can't suppress a soft laugh, "Karu ab uth bhi jaiye" she leans down and presses a light kiss to her neck, "Ab khush ?"

"Nahi" Karishma whines like a child, scrunching her face , "Hum abhi aapko duniya ke saath baatne ke liye taiyar nahi hain.."

Haseena shakes her head in amusement, "Humare andar enough hum hai, jo humesha aapke liye reserve rahti hai.."

"Enough nahi , humko pura chahiye.." Karishma retorts, and before Haseena can respond, she pulls her closer, resting Haseena over herself.

Haseena , feeling Karishma's reluctance to leave her , leans over her , patting her arms in soothing motion.
"Karishma.." She speaks with little curiosity, "Aap jo doh hafte ke liye bahar gaye , pendrive ke silsile mein , uska kiya huya ? Yesab pendrive aap aapne hirasat mein kyun rakhe aur wo bhi itne sabdhani ke saath ? Matlab aap iss mission mein involve kaise huye ?"