"First of all, thank you for loving this MaAn story! Here’s a new one for you. I will continue the first part of 'The Rainy Night With Him' in the future.
Fir now This story is my take on Episode 453, where Anu is sad and sitting in her house, and Anuj comes to ask her why she hasn’t returned to his home."
I always felt this episode marked the first intense scene between MaAn. I wanted to see even more tension between them, so I tried to explore it further. I hope you like it."
The night was deep and quiet, shrouding everything in an almost oppressive silence. Outside Anu's house, a thin layer of mist clung to the trees. Inside, soft moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting delicate, ghostly patterns across the room. It was as though the universe itself had conspired to create a stage, highlighting every beat of tension, every unspoken word between them.
Anu sat on the couch, her arms wrapped around herself as if she could shield her heart from the hurt pressing in on her, sadness, anger-all swirled within her, churning painfully. The truth Anuj had hidden about Mukku felt like a knife twisting in her chest. how could he not trust her with something so important? The weight of it all seemed unbearable, pressing on her like a heavy, unrelenting hand. She shut her eyes, fighting against the emotions, against the tears that threatened to spill over.
But Still, she was worried about him, wondering if he had taken his medicine. In a low voice, she said, "Anuj ne raat ki dawai li hogi ya nahi?"
And then she felt it. A presence. A quiet, steady energy that she recognized immediately. She didn't need to look up; she knew it was him. Anuj Kapadia. She sensed him standing there, silently watching her, his shadow stretching across the floor as if reaching out to touch her in some unseen way. Her heart began to race, each beat a pulse of mixed emotions-hurt, love, anger, longing. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay calm, but every nerve in her body was on edge, her skin tingling under the weight of his gaze.
Anuj's heart was a storm, a restless torrent of regret, guilt, and overwhelming desire. He knew he had hurt her, that he had failed her in ways he couldn't even forgive himself for. The truth about Mukku had festered in silence between them, and he saw now that his silence had only widened the distance between them. His eyes traced her face, soft and vulnerable in the moonlight, her lashes damp with unshed tears. The sight tore at him, stirring an ache deep in his chest. He wanted to reach out, to hold her, to promise that he would never hide anything from her again.
He took a step closer, and then another, each movement slow and deliberate, his heart pounding in sync with each step. The room seemed to shrink, the air growing heavier, dense with tension. As he approached, the only sound in the room was the soft tread of his feet on the floor. Tuk, tuk, tuk-each step echoed like a heartbeat in the silence. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with the strain of her unspoken emotions. She could feel the intensity of his presence, the magnetic pull that drew her to him even when her heart wanted to push him away.
Finally, he reached her, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating off her. Tentatively, he raised his hand, his fingers hovering inches from her shoulder, but before he could touch her, she rose abruptly, moving to the kitchen. He watched her go, his hand still lingering in the air, the emptiness in that space between them piercing him in a way he hadn't expected.
Anuj clenched his fists, swallowing hard, steeling himself against the rising tide of emotions. She returned with a glass of water and his medicine, the small, familiar gesture almost breaking him. She held it out without looking at him, her face turned slightly away, her features set in quiet determination. He took the medicine, but his gaze never wavered from her face, studying every minute detail, every flicker of emotion she was trying so hard to hide. His stomach twisted as he swallowed the bitter pill, watching her head to the fridge and retrieve a small Dairy Milk bar.
He couldn't help but smile softly, a bittersweet ache filling him as he realized just how well she knew him, even in her anger. She held the chocolate out, still avoiding his gaze, her hand outstretched, the smallest tremor betraying her composure. He reached out, wrapping his hand around hers instead of the chocolate. Her skin was warm, soft, and the gentle shiver that ran through her at his touch ignited something fierce within him.}
A faint smile tugged at his lips, and instead of taking the chocolate, he gently held her hand. His touch was cold from the night air, sending a soft shiver down her spine. Her heart fluttered, and she felt warmth bloom across her cheeks as her hand trembled in his grasp. He didn't let go, his eyes silently observing every detail-the way her breath quickened, her fingers subtly twitching, the faint blush spreading across her face.
Slowly, she tried to slip her hand out of his hold, but her movements were hesitant, almost reluctant. She turned away, fidgeting with the bangles on her wrist as she struggled to release them. Her frustration mounted, and her breaths grew uneven as the bangles refused to come off, her fingers pulling harder and hurting herself in the process. A tear slipped down her cheek, and her face flushed with the strain of holding back her emotions.
Anuj couldn't bear it. He stepped forward, his hand reaching out to rest over hers, a tender yet firm touch. His eyes softened, silently conveying the unspoken apology, the regret for every unshared truth, every moment of pain he'd caused her.
"Anu," he murmured softly, his voice a gentle whisper in the quiet room.
Her eyes, glassy with tears, slowly lifted to meet his. The hurt in them made his heart clench, yet he couldn't look away. His fingers slid over her wrist, gently guiding her hand as he found a small piece of wrapping paper nearby. Wrapping it around her wrist, he held it tight and began to carefully roll the bangles over, easing them off one by one. His fingers brushed against her skin, smooth and soft, and he felt his heartbeat quicken as he took in her every reaction. She looked away, unable to bear the intensity in his gaze, feeling her breath catch in her throat with each gentle stroke of his fingers against hers.
Finally, he set the bangles aside, but he didn't release her hand. His fingers traced over her wrist, down to her fingertips, the soft caress deliberate and slow. The silence between them was thick with unspoken words, desire, and longing.
Anuj took a step closer, his face inches from hers, his gaze fixed on her lips. She could feel the heat of his breath, could sense the silent plea in his eyes that matched her own barely contained yearning.
"Anu... I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion, "for everything I didn't tell you... for hurting you."
Anuj took a deep breath, his voice low and soft as he finally broke the silence. "Anu... why didn't you come back home
tonight?"
At his question, Anu's eyes filled with fresh emotion, the raw wound of their strained
trust suddenly too much to bear. She turned away, moving
into the kitchen to compose
herself. Her hand lifted,
adjusting the edge of her pallu
over her shoulder, and as she
did, her bare waist came into
view. Anuj's gaze was drawn to the delicate curve of her side, his heart pounding faster as he followed her. The faint light of the kitchen cast gentle shadows on her skin, the graceful line of her figure stirring something deep within him.
Anu, still lost in thought, instinctively reached for a vessel to make tea-a familiar comfort in times of turmoil.
But she could feel him close
behind her, every step heightening her awareness, making her breath quicken. She extended her hand to grab the sugar box from the shelf above, her movements slightly. unsteady. In that moment, she felt his touch-a warm, lingering slide of his fingers along her arm, from her shoulder to her elbow, finally settling around her hand on the sugar box.
Her breath caught, her mind growing hazy as her heartbeat thundered in her chest. His touch, steady and unhurried,
sent a surge of warmth through her, stirring a feeling
she couldn't name, a longing that made her knees weaken. She knew she should pull away, knew she should keep her resolve. But instead, she found herself rooted in place, feeling his warmth seeping into her skin, every cell of her being
silently yearning for more.
Anuj's chest brushed lightly against her back as he leaned closer, his lips mere inches
from her ear. He could feel the delicate shiver that ran through her as his fingers trailed softly down her arm. He could sense her struggle, the way her body responded to him even as she held herself back. With a quiet
resolve, he brought his left hand to rest lightly on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers. She gasped, her chest rising and falling with each uneven breath, and he tightened his hold just slightly, grounding them both in the moment. "Anu," he murmured, his voice a warm, hushed whisper, "what's happening to you? Why aren't you stopping me ?" His words were soft yet intense, filled with a need for her to face the truth he already sensed. "You're angry at me I know that. I've hurt you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make it
right. But..." He hesitated,
searching her face as he continued, his voice rough with
emotion, "then why are you letting me touch you like this? Why do I feel this...connection?"
Anu felt his words sink deep within her, every syllable like a caress, a nudge toward emotions she had hidden, even from herself. Her silence was her answer, and as she stood
there, his hand resting on her
waist, her body pressing into his warmth, she knew she
didn't want him to let go. She wanted to lose herself in him, to forget the hurt, to let this moment erase every bit of
pain.
Her thoughts blurred as he
leaned in, his breath a gentle warmth on her bare shoulder. She could feel her own pulse, wild and erratic, in the silence
of the room. Every part of her
seemed to come alive under his touch, his closeness a comforting weight. The world outside faded, leaving only the two of them, suspended in this intimate moment. She closed her eyes, letting herself surrender, feeling the soft warmth of his breath as it moved down the curve of her
neck. Her skin tingled, her
heart pounding in her chest, each beat drawing her closer to him, making her crave more
of his touch. Anuj's hand, steady and reassuring, moved slowly from her waist to her stomach, pressing gently, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder.
Anu's breath hitched, a small, unbidden gasp escaping her lips as his touch sent a thrill through her body. She could feel herself melt under his gentle caress, her skin flushing with warmth, her own heartbeat an echo of the deep desire she felt stirring within her. She whispered his name, almost inaudibly, "Anuj.."Her soft, breathy voice wrapped around him, intensifying his desire. He shifted closer, his hand steady on her waist, his other hand gliding up her arm as he tilted his head, his lips tracing a slow, heated path along her neck. The soft, lingering touch
of his lips sent a shiver down
her spine, making her head fall
back against his shoulder. Her legs grew weak, her body leaning into his, surrendering
to the moment, to the yearning that had been building between them for so long.
Anuj whispered softly, his lips close to her ear, "Anu... why
won't you look at me? I need to see what you're feeling.. I need to know that this-this connection -isn't one-sided." Her eyes fluttered open, filled
with tears .
In a sudden, impulsive motion, Anu turned toward Anuj. as her eyes met his, finally acknowledging the undeniable truth. In that shared gaze, he saw her longing, her struggle.Her hands, trembling with the weight of all the emotions she had held back, cupped his face. Her fingers were delicate yet desperate, tracing the familiar lines of his face as if anchoring herself to him, afraid he might vanish.
For the first time that night, her eyes met his with a fierce, unfiltered intensity. In that gaze, she let him see everything-the hurt, the yearning, the fear, and the love she'd been struggling to hide. And without thinking, she pressed a series of soft, tender kisses all over his face. Her lips touched his forehead, his closed eyes, the bridge of his nose, the curve of his cheeks, his chin, and finally, the corner of his lips. Each kiss was filled with her longing, her desperation, as if she were trying to piece him back together, afraid of losing even a fragment of him.
Anuj's breath caught in his throat, his mind spinning with shock. He had known, deep down, that Anu cared for him. He had hoped that she felt something beyond friendship, beyond loyalty. But he had never expected this outpouring of raw emotion that left him breathless, his heart racing. He stood still, utterly captivated by her touch, too stunned to move, his own feelings rising within him like an unstoppable tide.
But as her lips hovered near his, her breath warm against him, she hesitated, stopping just a whisper away from his mouth. The realization of her actions dawned on her, and she pulled back slightly, a blush of vulnerability coloring her cheeks. Anuj's eyes remained fixed on her, wide and still in shock. He felt his chest tighten, a single tear slipping down his cheek as he processed the depths of her love, her fear. He reached for her, but before he could say anything, Anu's voice, soft and trembling, broke the silence between them. "Anuj," she began, her voice fragile yet filled with a newfound strength, "I... I was more afraid than hurt. Afraid that I'd lost you to someone else, that you weren't mine anymore, that you belonged to
someone else. That feeling..." Her voice faltered as her eyes
brimmed with unshed tears. "It
tore my heart into pieces. Until I learned that Mukku is your sister, I felt as if I were dying.... over and over again, each moment I saw you with her, thinking that you'd forgotten me."
Her voice grew softer, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw as she spoke. "I know I sound childish... because now I know mukku is your sister but ....but but when I saw you with her, as if I didn't exist, as if I were invisible to you... Anuj, I felt as though I'd experienced a hundred deaths at once." She choked back a sob, her voice thick with the
pain she'd carried alone. "But... you are mine, aren't you? Tell me... please... you won't ever leave me. I can't live without you. I don't want to live without you. Her voice broke, and she pressed her face against his chest, surrendering to the flood of tears she could no longer hold back.
Anuj felt his heart shatter as he listened, guilt tightening around him like a vice. He could barely comprehend that his decision to hide the truth had caused her this much pain. He had thought he was protecting her, that it was a small omission, something that would spare her unnecessary complications. But seeing her like this-so raw, so vulnerable-he realized just how deeply his actions had hurt her.
In one swift, instinctive movement, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, holding her as tightly as he could. She felt so fragile, like she might break if he let her go even for a second. "Anu..." His voice was choked, thick with regret and love. "I'm so, so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you... never. I would have told you that mukku is my sister before you meet her and she came to India I would never leave you, not in a thousand lifetimes. You're everything to me." He paused, pressing a
soft kiss to her hair as he
whispered, "I've loved you for
26 years, Anu. Every day, every
moment, I've only ever loved
you. And I will love you for as long as I'm alive... and even beyond that."She looked up at him through teary eyes, and he gently wiped her tears, his thumb brushing tenderly over her cheek. "You
are mine," he whispered, his
voice a soft promise in the
quiet of the night. "I'm yours, Anu... only yours. And I'll spend the rest of my life proving that to you."
The room was silent around
them, the stillness broken only by the sound of their breaths, mingling, intertwining in the
closeness between them. The
soft glow of dawn began to filter through the window, casting a warm light over them, illuminating the promise they had just made to each other.
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"Thank you for reading and loving this story,I hope you enjoyed this part! Please don't forget to like and comment on the story—it really motivates me to write more MaAn stories. Since there’s currently no MaAn content in the show or offline content from GauRup, your support as readers is my only source of encouragement."