Snoring Singhaniya

Snoring Singhania

Sanyogita stood quietly in her new bedroom . Outside the world was celebrating her wedding ceremony, a huge contrast to the battle she was fighting inside . The master bedroom was draped in the delicate elegance of bridal decor — flowers adored every corner, enhancing its charm to a huge extent, besides fragrance of them overwhelming the atmosphere of the room like a sweet spell.

Suddenly she grew aware of the sound of the door unlocking. She wiped her eyes and tears and turned swiftly, she saw Prithvi step inside. Legally, they were husband and wife, but in her heart,” she hadn’t yet accepted the marriage and she would never have to ” Sanyogita said in her mind .

He came and removed his garland and said “ It's very late and you should take rest now “

Sanyogita smirked and muttered under her breath “ You don't need to be caring about me !”

Prithvi continued “ Your clothes will be kept on the other side of the cupboard, go and change in the bathroom . Then sleep on the sofa “

Sanyogita's eyes grew wider automatically as she heard the last word , she parted her mouth “ Where will I sleep ?”

Prithvi stared at her for a brief moment before speaking . Without hesitation, he said with a casual shrug,” You’re small , so you can easily fit on the sofa. I'll take the bed . As in this room no other bed is available “

Sanyogita snapped back a baffled glance , sharp and piercing“ What did you say ?” she retorted , her voice had a hint of surprise.

Prithvi raised a brow, a sign of amusement etched in his features “I said you’re small, and I’m large—in fame. So the bed suits me better.”

Her eyes widened in mock indignation. “Are you mocking my height?”

“For your kind information, I’m five feet six. Considering much taller among Indian population ”

Prithvi’s eyes lingered at her, slowly trailing from her head to toe.

Draping in off-white gorgeous lengha , the bridal ensemble made her look not less than a queen. Those shimmer of diamond jewellery adorned to her body accentuated her ethereal beauty. Her big - gorgeous blush grey eyes lined with black kajal - held secrets of the ocean , treacherous yet captivating . Her plump lips , painted with a soft nude pink , were inviting and alluring.

For a fleeting moment he even forgot his own words, busy at drinking every detail of her beauty.

Sanyogita's gaze stayed glued to Prithvi as well .

He was looking irresistibly dashing in his cream and gold sherwani . The royal cut hugged his large physique perfectly, and his broad shoulders authority. His angular jaw and chiselled features make him look like a perfect creation of the Almighty . While his thick eyebrows framed eyes that shone like amber orbs were warm and hypnotising.

But she didn’t like someone to lose her sanity before his magnetic personality.

Not tonight .

Not even after .

She felt uncomfortable when she caught him darting his eyes over her , making her cheeks flushed. There was something in his gaze …something playful …something dangerously mischievous .

Her chest tightened.

“Why is he looking at me like this?” She wondered sharply . “Doesn't he try to think of consuming the night ? I don't care if you are a Singhania or a damn emperor — , if you dare to touch me , I swear I’ll kill you . I'd rather end up hanging in jail for murder you than surrender to someone I never chose, ” Sanyogita muttered in her mind , still staring at the man standing before her.

Prithvi suddenly took a few steps forward .

Sanyogita's breath hitched . Her body instinctively moved back, her spine at last brushed against the all behind her georgette dupatta . He came to a halt just a few centimetres away from her . His tall frame towering over her .

His eyes were burning with intensity, at that instant faint curve of amusement etched on his lips — mischievous and devilish.

Sanyogita swallows some air . Her heart raced faster anticipating what would be his next move .

Prithvi's face bent down a little. His brow raised , looking at her dangerously. Then …unexpectedly…a sarcastic laugh forms in his lips.

“ What did you say five -sixth, huh? ….it ni si ho” He chuckled, lowering his hand to measure the height difference between them . “ You're barely up to my shoulder! Anyone could scoop you up and run off with you “

His remark was a hint of irony .

Sanyogita's eyes shot open. “Kya kaha aapne ?!” she exclaimed, indignant.

“Wahi jo tumne suna!” he replied, grinning like a boy who’d just won an argument.

Sanyogita's brow furrowed in irritation. Her lips curled into a frown . Marching forward she turned him by her hand and lifted his right index finger with quiet defiance as she stared at him straight.

Prithvi instinctively stepped back, slightly taken aback by her sudden advance .

She kept marching towards him . “ Listen Mr. Singhania , “She said sharply , her chin held high , “ I aint like you who have to bend his head to see me. I've always kept my head and gaze lifted with pride . Meri nazar hamesha uchi rahti Hai. Aap Ki tarah nahi jo har waqt niche ghirri hui reh ti hai “ She folded her arms across her chest like a shield .

Prithvi looked at her with a gap as he heard her taunt, tasting his own medicine “ kyaaa!!! Mere nazre Giri huyi hai !!!” He snapped , his hands instinctively turned towards his chest , his voice laced with both surprise and offense . While his eyes flared with anger

She didn't bother replying . Instead she stifled a yawn , waved a dismissive hand, and said casually “ Look , I don't have energy to argue with you tonight . I'm feeling very tired and I need to sleep ” Saying that she walked towards the bed and sat on it .

She turned on her heel and stepped towards the king size bed like it was her royal right.

Prithvi stood baffled , wondering at her audacity . Moved to her like a storm and spun her around by her hand and let her face him straight.

He pointed a warning finger at her, trying to reclaim ground . “ “ Listen yeh kamra mere hai , aur yeh bed bhi. So it's your fortune that I'm allowing you to stay at my room tonight “

Sanyogita offered him a saccharine smile that could’ve curdled milk. Her lips curled into a pout , and held her arms together before her chest “ Sorry, Mr. Singhania. You should’ve thought about that before marrying me. Hamari shadi ho chuki hai aur mein aapki biwi hoon , aur yeh kamra mein ab se mera bhi haq hai” Sounds of her voice went higher with each decibel.

Sanyogita was surprised by what she had let out in an argument.

Prithvi stood frozen, perplexed by her desperation. He opened his mouth to retaliate, but before he could utter a syllable, she had already sprawled comfortably across the bed, tugging the blanket over herself with smug satisfaction.

He stood there, his nostrils flaring with rage, his eyes blazing with frustration.

“ Bhootni , chudail, daayan ….if I don't snatch your sleep , peace like you did mine tonight , I'll change my name “He shouted out of frustration, his voice echoing through the room.

Sanyogita's voice turned childish into a mix of mockery and amusement.

“ Buzurgon ne kaha hai shubh kaam me deri nahi karni chahiye !!! Do it immediately Mr . Khadose Singhania , I'll give you the address of the person by the morning, who does this work . For now "Good night ” Sanyogita's tone was flirty.

Prithvi cursed himself , wondering why he had agreed to this marriage. With no other choice, he stepped toward the sofa, muttering curses under his breath. After changing into his nightwear, he flung himself onto the couch like a defeated general retreating from battle.

His body was still burning with anger , he couldn't accept his defeat before a woman , and also gave up on his favorite bed. The injustice was unbearable to him.

“ Bhootni, teri good night ko maine halloween mein na badal diye toh mera Naam bhi Prithviraj Singhaniya nahi " In an instant a waggish smirk danced across his thin lips

“If I couldn't have the bed, at least I could have some revenge. My dear Bhootni” Prithvi spoke in his mind

He flung his mouth open dramatically enough for a mosquito to travel to and fro . He let out a loud , deliberate snore.

RRRRHHHAAAARRHHHH.

He made sure the sound would reach Sanyogita's ear.

Sanyogita winced. She toasted on either side of the bed , pulling the blanket over her head .

Prithvi sensing her discomfort, doubled down , enjoying his trick that was affecting the opponent party . He brought his both hands on either side of his mouth , snoring louder.

“RRHHHHAAAAAAAARRHHHGHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Sanyogita sat up, groaning. She grabbed a pillow and slammed it over her ears to mask the intensity of noise disturbed her sleep .

“ Oh God !!.....yeh aadmi hai ki kharate wali bulldozer …. “ She clenched her teeth

Prithvi peered slyly through one eye, watching her suffer. The grin played at his lips lime was one of pure evil delight.

Sanyogita had had enough. She threw off the blanket and climbed down the bed . As she stomped towards the sofa , Prithvi immediately shut his eyes tighter and pretended to be in deep sleep — lips parted , snoring continuing like a real actor.

Sanyogita glared at him as she stood looming over him. His both hands remained locked together over his muscular chest.

“ His name should be Kharate Singhania instead of Prithviraj. How shamelessly he is sleeping and kept snoring. Maan kar raha hai ishka gala daba doon , Iska tap recorder bandh toh ho jayega kaam se kaam !” she muttered darkly.

She bent slightly and about to jab him in the shoulder—but paused. Something pulled her back. Just the imagination of touching him gave her a jolt of hesitation.

So instead, she snatched the pillow from under his head in a heavy jerk . But nothing worked out as she thought, instead his snoring increased in decibel.

“ Yeh Aadmi Hai ki kumbhkaran ka bhoot hai ! Khulle muh sota hai , kharate leta hai, aur jitna bhi jagao Uta Bhi nahi !!

“Aab Bas karooooo!” she hissed, covering her ears . “I’ve met goats who sleep quieter than you.”

Prithvi "woke up" dramatically, stretching and yawning like he’d just completed a twelve-hour shift. He rubbed his eyes “ “ What the hell is wrong with you ? ” he shouted , feigning innocence

It was then he landed his eyes straight to her frown face . “ Oh !!tum ho….meine suna tha chudail e raat k soti nahi….aaj uska practical demo bhi dekh liya !”

Sanyogita laid a sharp glance of him “ You called me a “chudail ”???”””

Prithvi settled on the sofa “ Actually Chudail is a small designation for you . You should be addressed as the Queen of the witch community “ His face lightened up with sarcasm.

Sanyogita shot him a sharp glance. "You called me a chudail?" she accused, her voice rising.

Her eyes flashed with anger, and her hands outstretched like claws to grabbed him by his neck

Prithvi moved back , his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just look at your big nails; it seems like you've just come out of the chudail's beauty parlor.”

Sanyogita's face turned red with rage , her nose flaring “ Then you should experience how it feels to die in the hands of chudail nails!” she threatened , her hands grasping for his neck

Prithvi pulled back , his eyes sparkling with roguish amusement , “ I knew it ; there’s a hidden witch residing within you . But I'm also an exorcist , and ai won't be easily caught “ He grinned at her

Sanyogita's eyes darted to the pillow in her right hand , and before Prithvi could react , she swung it at him with a tightened jaw .

Prithvi swiftly grabbed another pillow from the sofa and retaliated.

Their playful battle echoed through the room. The sound of pillows thudding against each other filled the air as they chased each other, their laughter and shouts mingling in a joyful cacophony.

Prithvi couldn't help but laugh at her struggles to keep up with him, her heavy lehenga hindering her movements. Sanyogita even cursed her that she should change her outfit, but she was so tired to think about it

Finally, she managed to catch him, and with a triumphant cry, she pounced. However, her momentum sent them both tumbling to the floor, with Prithvi landing on his back and Sanyogita sprawled on top of him.

As she opened her eyes, she found Prithvi's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes gleaming with a magnetic intensity.

She felt her heart racing in her chest. She was acutely aware of the proximity between them, the warmth of his body seeping into hers.

His lips were a few centimeters away from hers . Goosebumps dotted across her skin. How beautiful she was.

Prithvi's strong arms still rested on either side of her slim waist. His eyes roamed over her face . He could feel her nervous breathing, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and the gentle pressure of her body against his.

A brief moment of silence hung between them , as if words were unnecessary.

Sanyogita's gaze was ensnared by his amber orbs , and she felt herself drawing in their depth.

His lips parted, breaking the spell. "If you keep lying on top of me like this, I'll soon be crushed under your weight.”

Sanyogita pulled back instinctively , her cheeks flushed and sat beside him.

Prithvi sat beside her too , bending forward resting both arms over his knees. “ I mean , you should change into a more comfortable outfit. “ He suggested, his voice was gentle. " As these heavy clothes will make difficult for you to sleep “

Sanyogita gazed, snapped to him . Her eyes narrowed slightly. gazed at his eyes straight. Was this man insane ? He was the one who had been irritating her mercilessly, and now he was showing concern for her comfort.

“ I was exhausted , “ She replied, her voice firm. " I didn't have the energy to change. And then your ….snoring was cherry on the top . Aap Ki Waja se mujhe neend nahi aa rahi hai ! “

Prithvi's cheeks deepened in color, “ Kyaa ??"

Sanyogita corrected her words “ I mean because of your snoring!" She cursed herself for tongue slipping.

He looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. “ That’s why I told you I'd sleep on the bed . Unless snoring will come !” Prithvi replied

Sanyogita's laugh stayed for a brief moment , and Prithvi's eyes flicked back to hers, his expression softening.

"You snore?" she teased, her voice laced with skepticism. She found his expression cute .

Prithvi's face turned redder, and he looked away, his voice barely above a whisper. "Only when I sleep on the sofa." He lied ,he couldn't give up on his bed.

Sanyogita stared at him unblinking , out of irritation she agreed “ Okay , sleep on the bed then. I just want peace “

An amusement smile crept on Prithvi's lips , before even word could exchange he overpowered his territory — his bed.

Sanyogita slept on the sofa at last . As the night went on, she found it difficult to sleep with her heavy lengha . She decided to change into her casual nightwear .

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The morning sun's golden rays streamed through the windows , casting a warm glow in the room. Prithvi woke up early , a habit honed over the years . As he stretched his strong arms and yawed deeply, the first thing that grabbed his attention was the decor of the master bedroom. The decoration still lingered , like remnants of a fleeting celebration, a reminder that their union was barely a day old .

He stepped out of his bathroom, draped into his bathrobe , it was then his eyes spotted her — curled up on the sofa , her slender from a picture of serenity.

Prithvi's footsteps were deliberate, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber . He knelt beside her , frozen in admiration, as the morning light danced around her, casting an ethereal glow.

There was no piece of jewell on her body . Just the gold mangalsutra that nested around her ivory neck . The red choora bangles on her wrist clicking with every breath she inhales. A bold smudge of vermillion adorned her forehead that complemented her features. Her lips , naturally pinkish and plum, seemed to invite a tender touch. Her nose was sharp and slightly bent forward with a protruding tip giving her an innocent look .

“Kal raat toh chudail mode mein thi, aur subah hote hi Sleeping Beauty kaise ban gayi? Kya transformation hai,!” he murmured, a lazy grin form at his lips.

Suddenly a few strands of hair off her cheek obstructing the gorgeous view , his hands instinctively reaching to tuck it behind her ears with a gentle touch—then instantly pulled back.

“Stop being romantic, Prithvi. She is… just your wife… not your rapunzel “

He stood up on his legs and strode across the room , his long legs eating up the distance, and flung open the curtains with a dramatic flourish.

Sunlight burst into the room, illuminating every corner.

Sanyogita groaned like a grumpy bear, her voice husky with sleep “ Ummm !!! Nishita Aunty... draw the curtains naaaa…” She borrowed deeper into the blanket , pulling it up to her head .

Prithvi turned, a smirk playing on his lips, and leaned against the wall, his legs crossed at the ankles. His hands slid into his trouser pockets, and he watched Sanyogita with an amused glint in his eyes.

"Nishita Aunty retired last night. New shift—Prithviraj Singhania, sunshine distributor."

Sanyogita's eyelids snapped open , and she sat up with a jolt. Her heart was still racing . The blanket slipped down her body and she glared at Prithvi “I’m seriously regretting not poisoning you last night.”

Prithvi's smirk deepened as he taunted back , "“ Jab zuban hi itna zahrila hai tab jaheer ki kya jarurat hai. (“When your words are already poisonous, what's the need for actual poison?")

Sanyogita's lips twitched, and she whispered dramatically, "Oh, such a lovely early morning, Mr. Kharate Singhania. I empathize with you , aab budha pe itna kaam karenge toh raat me kharate toh ayengi hai na!”

Prithvi's expression turned incredulous, his hands instinctively unclasping as he leaned forward. "You called me Buddha??"

Sanyogita quipped, “ aab buddhe wali harkat karenge toh ! what else would I call you” She quipped

Prithvi’s eyes narrowed with feigned accusation, the corners of his mouth curling into a dangerous smirk. Without a hint of hesitation, he stepped forward, invading her space with quiet dominance.

Sanyogita was taken aback . Before she could react further, Prithvi's finger untied the band of his bathrobe with deliberate arrogance, his gaze locked on her startled face.

She instinctively jumped to her feet , stumbling back in alarm. But her efforts went in vain when he advanced, step by step, eating up the distance between them until barely a breath remained.

His sculpted torso, chiseled abs glistening with water, came into view like a threat and authority. One rogue drop slid from his hair and landed on her cheek, making her flinch.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and a blush instantly bloomed across her cheeks.

And then—her gaze snapped shut, like she could vanish him out and his impudent move just by refusing to look.

As he leaned in, his voice a growl that curled around her like a deep warning.

“Kya hua? Abhi toh mujhe ‘buddha’ keh rahi thi?” His smirk deepened.

“Chhoti si ho, but zubaan kanchi jaisi chalti hai . Listen Miss tongue without filter , if you further call me “buddha” then things will not go right! He warned her in a stern voice , sending a jolt of shiver through her vein.

His looked like a sin incarnate — gaze piercing and burning with fury.

Sanyogita peeked at him through her lashes, trying to sound bold , but the quiver betrayed her “Nahi toh kya karenge aap, marenge ??

He gritted “Seedha Utha ke balcony se neeche phenk dunga. Zubaan chalene kiya Ek bhi handiya bhi nahi bachegi tab ” (I’ll pick you up and throw you straight off that balcony.)

She gasped sharply, lips parting, eyes wide “ Whattt !!!!" “Are you insane?!”

“ I don't speak to the air . Practical demonstration is my style of work “ His remark had tinged of arrogance.

Prithvi studied her, taking in her flushed cheeks and panicked expression with a quiet satisfaction. He was enjoying that flicker of fear dancing in her gorgeous eyes , but he hid his amusement behind a mask of ruthless charm.

“Samjhi?” he said coolly, arching one brow like a challenge.

As he finished his words he turned on his heels and headed towards the closest room — causally and confidently .

Sanyogita there stood rooted, her body buzzing with heat —half rage, half something she refused to name .

Her skin flashed imagining the warmth of his strong hands when he held her by the waist last night.

Her fists clenched at her sides.

As she watched him fading away from her vision , her eyes drew towards a small designer flower vase . Without thinking,

she grabbed it, drew her hand back like a pitcher ready to strike.

But just then—he turned.

His eyes met hers.

She froze, blinking.

Then just as smooth as a criminal caught red-handed—she tucked the vase behind her back, plastering the most innocent look she could manage.

Prithvi paused.

His expression softened as he spun around and entered the closest room.