5| Dilkash

✨ Aise Uski Inayat, Mit Gayi Har Shiyaat

Hum Pe Meherbaan Do Jahan ✨

Aashi thought it would honestly take her a millenium to take all the hair pins out of her hair.

She was sitting in Armaan's room, which was technically now hers too. In front of the vanity, she was in Armaan's walk-in closet. She was surprised to see how most of the clothes that Armaan owned were suits and blazers with professional shirts. The man didn't even own a pair of short pants.

The left half the closet was complete empty for what Aashi assumed was all her stuff. There was even a small cabinet in the corner of the closet for Aashi's jewellery and stuff.

The walk-in closet was attached to the vanity table which was very neat. Aashi couldn't help but admire how organised and well-put-together Armaan's stuff was. She herself wasn't a really big fan of mess or unorganised places so looking around the room was a relief for her.

The room was of a dark decor. With black false ceiling, light crèam coloured curtains and light beige, the room oddly matched Armaan's personality.

Aashi was still playing tug of war between her hair and the bobby pins when she heard a knock on the door.

"May I enter?" Came Armaan's voice from the other side of the door.

"Yeah." Aashi replied in a higher voice as she took out yet another pin from her hair.

"Ouch!" A small scream left Aashi's mouth, hearing which Armaan quickly walked into the closet room.

"What happened?" He questioned as he stood next to Aashi.

"These damn pins. I cannot see half of them and therefore it's difficult to pull them out." Aashi explained as she furrowed her eyebrows, a cute pout adoring her lips.

"May I?" Armaan asked and Aashi's frown increased.

"Yeah, I guess." She said and Armaan immediately got to work.

He carefully took out the rest of the pins from Aashi's hair and as if his fingers were working magic on her scalp, she didn't feel a single tug on her hair.

As Armaan pulled out the final pin, he kept it on the vanity too just like the others while Aashi stood up from her place.

Her hair were still tied in a bun, held by a thick hair tie. She was about to undo the bun as she kept a hand on it but Armaan stopped her by grabbing that hand.

"Let me." He said and Aashi nodded.

Armaan carefully pulled her hair out of the bun and her silk like hair came tumbling down. Her brown hair had gotten wave-y due to the bun she had on for the last 6 hours.

Without a word, Armaan swept all her hair on her right shoulder and placed a small kiss on her left one. A tiny gasp escaped her mouth which didn't go unnoticed by Armaan. He wrapped his fingers around her forearm and pulled her petite body more into him. Her back touched his chest and tingles erupted on her skin. He placed his nose in the hallow of Aashi's neck and inhaled deeply.

"You smell so good." Armaan said as he wrapped his arms around Aashi's waist from the behind. Butterflies settled in her stomach and a small blush coated her cheeks.

"Thanks?" Aashi bit her tongue when the sentence came out as a question. Her voice had became raspy, matching his tone. Armaan's closeness was affecting her more than she had initially fathomed.

"You're welcome." He said with a smirk and turned Aashi in his arms. Her chest was now touching his and their faces were so close that his breath was hitting on her face. Aashi's blush deepened on their proximity and so did Armaan's smirk, at the flustered state of her and bent his neck slightly to place a small kiss on the top of her cheekbone.

If possible, Aashi's blushed intensed and she put her neck down, curtain of hair shielding her face from his eyes.

Armaan's long fingers tucked those stands of her behind her ear and gave her waist a squeeze. She looked up on instance and the next thing, his lips were on the corner of her lips.

An audible gasp left her lips.

"May I kiss you, Mrs. Oberoi?" Armaan asked in his deep husky voice sending Aashi's mind in overdrive. Once again, she felt butterflies in her stomach as she heard what he just called her. "Please." He added.

Mrs. Oberoi.

She's now Mrs. Aashi Oberoi.

Her mind was in a daze.

His voice. His eyes. His touch. Him.

She subconsciously nodded and it didn't take Armaan another second to crash his lips on hers.

Sparks!

Aashi felt literal sparks as Armaan's lips moved against her own. He seemed like an expert and knew what he was doing while Aashi on the other hand, was still surprised.

Without breaking the kiss, he took both her hands and wrapped them around his neck. His hands returned to their place on her waist and he tightened his grip. Something snapped inside her when Armaan bit her lips. She started moving her lips against his, in a soft motion.

An animalistic growl escaped the back of Armaan's throat and Aashi's insides started melting. He was loving her response to his kiss. He got ahold of the nape of Aashi's neck and tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Aashi raked her hands in his hair and Armaan groaned, getting more turned on than he was before.

Aashi tugged at Armaan's hair since now she was running out of breath. Armaan took mercy upon his wife and let her lips go. Aashi's breaths were shallow and she tried calming her nerves down.

Aashi was surprised at how breathless she was while Armaan, on the hand was breathing normal still.

Armaan placed a small kiss on her forehead after pecking her lips. He touched his forehand with hers. Her hands came down from his neck and rested themselves on his chest.

"I had been waiting to do that for such a long time." Armaan confessed as his breath hit Aashi's already blushing face.

"Oh..." Was all Aashi managed to say and she bit her lip hearing what a stupid response she gave.

Armaan let out a husky chuckle and freed her lower lip with his thumb.

"You wanna change? You may use our bathroom, I'll change in the other room." Armaan offered and Aashi nodded.

"Okay." She said and tried getting out of his hold but he didn't loosen his grip.

"And umm... Aashi, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You look ethereal today in your bridal attire." Armaan admitted and kissed her red cheek.

"Thank you. You look handsome too." Aashi said in a shy voice and looked into his eyes for the first time since they broke the kiss.

"Do I now?" Armaan teasingly said with a smirk.

Aashi didn't reply. Instead she tried running towards the bathroom sensing Armaan's grip loosen on her but Armaan was quick in his actions.

He held her wrist and brought her towards him with a tug. Her back touched his chest and his arms wrapped around her bare waist, again.

"Don't run from me, darling." Armaan whispered in her voice and bit her ear lightly. He pressed a kiss just below her earlobe and a shiver ran down her spine.

"Maan..." Aashi whined and Armaan's smirk widened.

This was the second time Aashi had used her special endearment for him. It would be an understatement to say he loves it when she calls her 'maan'.

"Ji? Maan ki jaan." Armaan replied and Aashi couldn't stop her smile. Armaan noticed her smile from the mirror and placed a kiss on her exposed shoulder.

Yes? Life of Maan.

"Main bahot thak gayi hun. Please chode mujhe. I wanna change out of these clothes." Aashi said and Armaan took mercy over her.

I'm very tired. Please let me go.

He nodded and let her go.

She took a pair of comfortable clothes out of her bag, which include a loose tee and pajamas. She walked into the dark themed bathroom.

Stepping out of her heavy lehenga and taking a warm bath, Aashi felt much better than before. A small blush was still visible on her cheeks as she looked into the mirror to wash her face. She took a couple of makeup removal wipes and took off all her make up. She blow dried her hair and applied lotion to her body, massaging her muscles on legs and shoulder.

After 30 rejuvenating minutes, Aashi stepped out of the bathroom in her comfortable clothes.

She saw Armaan sitting on the couch in the room with a file in his hand. A phone was placed between his right shoulder and ear as he turned the pages of the file.

He was wearing a pair of simple grey sweatpants and a plain white tee. Aashi couldn't help but remark how effortlessly handsome he looked in the simple attire.

Armaan fetched a pen from the table and quickly signed the papers. After closing the file he kept it on the coffee table, picking another one.

Aashi picked her phone up from the bed and saw some messages from both Khushi and Vedika. The girls were teasing her about tonight being her wedding night.

A small glimpse of her kiss with Armaan played in her mind upon reading the texts. The damned red hue once again appeared on Aashi's cheek and she took a deep breath to calm herself. She ignored both the girls' text and decided to give them an earful the next morning.

"May I have your signatures here, Aashi?" Armaan's voice broke her chain of thoughts.

"Signatures?" Aashi repeated.

"Yeah. You know how my family members think that you're unaware of the fact that our marriage was initially supposed to be a contract one?" Armaan said and Aashi nodded her head.

"Hmm. So?" Aashi said, giving Armaan an opening for the reason.

"Since you are the bride, you are a witness of our marriage taking place and when we sign the contract for the official investment, your signatures will be needed. This contract also states that you're fully aware of the investment and you've agreed to marry me despite that. So, please sign these couple of papers." Armaan said and handed her the file.

Aashi quickly read through the lines and signed the spot that were marked by a small 'x'.

"Thanks." Armaan said as he took the file from her hand and kept it in his office briefcase.

Aashi laid on the bed and pulled the duvet over her body. She heard Armaan switch on the AC and switch off the lights. The bed was very comfortable.

Her mind kept going back to their kiss and her blush returned. She felt the duvet shuffling and she sensed Armaan getting inside it. She couldn't see Armaan since her back was facing his side.

Soon a muscular arm wrapped around her waist and she was pulled into a hard chest.

"You're blushing, darling." Armaan whispered in her ear as he nuzzled his head in the hollow of her neck. Goosebumps appeared on her skin as his hot breath hit her neck and his husky voice wasn't helping either.

"It... it was my first kiss." Aashi said and heard his chuckle.

"I know. I'm honoured, you gave it to me." He said and placed a wet kiss on her skin.

"Good night, Mrs. Oberoi." Armaan sensuously whispered in her ear, kissing her earlobe.

"Good night, Maan." Aashi said and closed her eyes, soon drifting into oblivion.

~ Their Room ~

~Their Walk-In Closet ~

~ Their Bathroom ~

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So, their first kiss huh? Any thoughts? Any specific scenes (non-sexual) you'd want to see?