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Aishwarya POV

"Aadat daal lo, Aishwarya,"

"Get habitual of it, Aishwarya,"

He said slightly teasingly, and I could not help but stare at him lovingly and hopelessly. 

"You are doing something to me, Hukum,"

The world themselves rolled out of my tongue, and he just smiled a little. I felt his hand gently wrapping around me, and I turned on my side. He offered his bicep to me to rest my head, and gladly took it.

Our faces came even closer though the difference in our heights was not keeping our lips closer to each other. It was like his lips were closer to my forehead, and I had my head angled slightly backwards. 

"Like what?"

He asked in a slow and teasing voice, and I inhaled deeply while looking at his lips.

"Like I am falling,"

"In love?"

He asked, and I blinked silently while lowering my gaze and shook my head.

"I do not know,"

I said in a slow voice and lifted my gaze to question.

"What is love? Hukum,"

My voice came out slow, and I felt his fingers gently caressing my back.

There was a long pause and deep eye contact before he started to speak.

"Love is God,"

He said, and I thinned my brows.

"Then who is God?"

I asked.

"God is Love,"

He said, and I shook my head.

"I do not think,"

I managed to say in a slow voice.

"Why do you not think? And what do you think Love is?"

He asked in a slow voice, and I inhaled a deep breath.

"I think Love is what I do for my family. I care for them, I like them, despite the fact that they sometimes get rude to me, but still I love them,"

I tried to say, and he smiled.

"Yes, that is Love too,"

His voice followed.

I lifted my face from his lips to his eyes and asked.

"Then how Love is God?"

He smiled and pulled me closer.

"Because just like God, Love resides in each of us. In humans, in Animals, in plants, even in the tiniest of creatures. All have Love in them. Without Love, there cannot be existence, life and procreation. With the Love of sun and water, a plant blooms; with the love of companions, the ants work harder; with the love of a mother, every Animal grows up without our help. The Love for one another is the only thing that is keeping this Love away from destruction, Aishwarya. And it's such a strong thing that it connects us with God too. And something that is keeping this world alive is God. That's why Love is God,"

He said in a slow voice, and I nodded and inhaled a deep breath.

"Sounds well, but if we do not care for the plants, the animals surrounding us and the people, then does that mean that we do not love them? Because I love them, but I cannot feed them, I cannot take care of them all the time, just like I cannot take care of my father and my sisters now because I am with you now. Does that mean I do not love them?"

I tried to ask, and he smiled, looking at me.

"Trust me, Aishwarya; you love everyone except yourself,"

He said, and I gulped nervously, hearing him.

"Because I am a constant disappointment for my loved ones,"

I said in a slow voice, and he shifted closer to me. I felt his feet touching mine and gently tickling my anklet bells.

"Okay, tell me one thing. When we have a baby, she will be a girl, and she takes exactly after you as she becomes second you. The same complexion, same habits, exactly the same. Will she be a disappointment to you?"

He asked, and I took a calculative pause and shook my head.

"No, Hukum, if I will bring her up. I will not give her the life I got so she will not become me, and about complexion, I do not think it will be in her hand or mine or yours or anyone, but whoever wants to love her will love her despite that,"

I said in a slow voice, and he smiled, looking at me.

"Exactly. First, you are not a disappointment to anyone, and even if you think that you are, I think it was your family's mistake that they did not treat you right and made you feel this way. You know, sometimes we have a lot of things in our hands. It is just for the mere sake of satisfaction to say that everything is in the hands of God. But we decide our fate in every moment of our life. Every minor decision, every ignorance, everything we do and we avoid doing decides our fate. Your father ignored you, to be honest. He could have given you a lot of time, a lot of pampering and a lot of Love. But, he did not because he was ignorant; he was fed up with having girls and a thousand more reasons to say, but it carved you into who you are now. When he could have fuelled you with bravery and love, he ignored his part, carved you the way you are now, and considered it a disappointment. You know, Aishwarya, sometimes many things are in our hands. Watering a plant could save it from death, and helping an animal and feeding the little creatures could save them, but we do not do it because, obviously, it's not our job to do. Despite the fact that those plants give us to eat, those animals give us milk, wool and balance the environment. We cannot exist without them, but we still ignore them. These little things fade the love from our life. Your father did not give you Love, and now when you find it in someone else, he has a void feeling of Love. When we do not give anything, we do not get anything. It's a simple thing, and that is Love. It can even reside in the memories,"

He said, and I blinked blankly, looking at him.

"Do you think my father and sisters did wrong to me?"

I tried to ask, and he inhaled a deep breath.

"You tell me if we will have a baby and I will not give him enough time, will it be fine for you?"

He asked in a slow voice, and I shook my head.

"No, I will hate you if you will do that,"

I said, and he pulled me even closer.

I felt his lips brushing on my forehead with a smile.

"Now, you understand that it's not your mistake to be the way you are, Aishwarya, but it's never too late to become the version you want to become,"

He said, and I closed my eyes, feeling the warm embrace of his chest.

"I really love talking to you, Hukum. No one ever talked to me like the way you talk to me,"

I said in a slow voice and felt him gently caressing my cheek.

"You are like my little baby, Aishwarya,"

He said, and I chuckled.

"I am almost twenty now, Hukum. I am not a baby,"

I said in a slow voice, and he inhaled a deep breath against my head.

His strong arms wrapped around me and almost crushed me, and I felt timid in his arms.

I did not know, but the night held different magic. The whole day I was trying to stay away from him, but the moment I lay on the bed, I felt like not going anywhere away from him.

I could feel my heartbeats calming down, and my eyes closed. The wariness soothed my body, and I felt comforted, protected, and, most importantly, loved. It was like I was necessary; I meant something to someone.

I fisted my hand on his kurta and drifted into sleep.

I woke up with a feeling of heavy weight on my legs, the left part of my body and my chest.

I tried to inhale a deep breath and opened my eyes lazily.

I cried a little with the heavyweight and fought a battle with the slight brightness of the morning invading my eyes through the crack of the curtain around the bed.

They won effortlessly, and I opened my eyes. 

I felt his leg between mine and mine over his, his midriff slightly over me and his bicep on my chest as usual.

His slow breathing was fanning against my ear, and I could feel how peacefully he was sleeping like that.

I gently wrapped my hand around the nape of his neck and soothed slowly.

I think I was in love with him.

I had already started caring for him, and a part of me was feeling insanely affected by him.

He inhaled a deep breath with my touch, and I felt him pushing his midriff against mine, and a slight smile appeared on my lips, realising that he was again having that big and hard.

I slowly moved my right hand between us and reached to the securer of his lower.

I tried to hold the end of it in my hand and pulled it slowly to open it.

He pushed slowly again, and I smiled again.

I slowly pushed my hand inside and felt his soft skin against my fingers. It was thick and hard.

He exhaled deeply in his sleep and groaned in a slow voice.

"Aaahhh, fuckkkk,"

His voice was slow, and I gently wrapped my hand around his thickness and slowly tried to stroke it with my hand.

I felt his breathing turning uneven, and he slowly started moving against my hand. I stopped moving my hand and looked at his face. His lips were wide open, and his ragged breath that was fanning against my ear turned insanely uneven and shaky. It sent sensations and shivers down my spine, and I bit my lower lip to control myself. 

I tried to press my thighs together, but it was impossible because of his leg between mine.

I felt it so hot and throbbing in my hand. I tried to loosen my grip, but suddenly he took my earlobe between his teeth.

I immediately tightened my hand understanding his need, and closed my eyes with the painful and slow nibbling.

Slowly, I managed to pull my earlobe out of his sharp teeth and looked at his face.

His brows were thinned, and he was groaning audibly.

He continued pushing himself against my hand until it shook in my hand, and a warm liquid touched my hand. It felt so hot.

 I blinked nervously, and his lips widened with the shaky breaths.

After calming down, he inhaled a deep breath and lazily opened his eyes to look at me.

I also looked back into his eyes while another question was bubbling up in my mind.

"Did you just pee?"

I asked in a slow voice, and he shook his head lightly.

"Then?"

I asked, and he leaned in closer and kissed my jaw. I felt his hand holding mine and taking my hand out. He rubbed my dirty hand against the fabric on his thigh to clean it off with his lower and said in a slow voice.

"That's semen, Baby,"

I thinned my brows with confusion and asked in a slow voice.

"Semen?"

He planted another soft kiss on my jaw and said.

"Like my seeds,"

A wave of shock and chill ran through my body, and I immediately opened my eyes wide open and asked.

"Seeds?"

What the hell?

He nodded lazily and said. 

"Yes, like every fruit has its own child in it in the form of seeds, you and I also have in us,"

He said, and I immediately pushed him away and straightened up.

"What do you mean? If this is your seeds, what the hell am I eating for a week?"

I asked with pure frustration, and he confusingly looked at me.

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