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"Hummmmmmmâ¦" she murmured softly as she finally steadied herself, standing properly on her feet.
Taking a deep breath, Avantika stepped forward, finally leaving Aadish behind as she walked into their room. Her eyes instinctively scanned the space, and almost immediately, she realizedâeverything had changed.
The room was nothing like how she had left it in the morning. The bed was now adorned with soft cushions, perfectly arranged, and a warm, inviting atmosphere filled the space. Every little detail spoke of care and effort, but one thing, in particular, caught her attention.
A piece of red cloth hung just above the bed, covering something on the wallâperhaps a frame, or maybe something else entirely.
Her brows furrowed slightly as curiosity sparked within her. What could it be? Why was it covered so deliberately? She took a step closer, her fingers itching to pull the cloth away, but something stopped her. Instead, she turned her head slightly, glancing back at Aadish, who was still standing near the door, watching her every move with an unreadable expression.
"Mr. Rajawatâ¦" Avantika called softly, her voice carrying a mix of hesitation and anticipation.
Aadish, who had been watching her every move with unwavering admiration, stepped forward, now standing right in front of her.
"Yes, biwi?" he responded, his voice deep and teasing.
His words sent a shiver down her spine, and a soft pink hue crept onto her cheeks. She looked up, meeting his intense gazeâone that held something deep, something raw. He was already losing himself in her, in this moment.
Slowly, he closed the remaining distance between them, his hands reaching for her waist. His touch was both firm and delicate, as if he was savoring the feel of her. Before she could react, his lips brushed against her cheek in a soft kiss. A barely audible gasp escaped her lips, her breath catching as his fingers traced slow, teasing patterns along her waist. The warmth of his hands sent a wave of unfamiliar sensations coursing through her, making her shiver under his touch.
Her eyes fluttered open, only to find him already looking at her. Her heart pounded in her chest as he leaned in closerâso close that she could feel his breath mingling with hers.
Was he going to kiss her?
She stood frozen, her body refusing to move. The air between them grew heavier with every passing second, her pulse racing as he inched even closer, his lips just a whisper away from hersâ¦
Meanwhile, Aadishâs thoughts were entirely different. As he watched her flushed cheeks, her shy smile, and the way she trembled under his touch, something deep within him stirred. Every brush of her skin against his sent a slow, burning heat through his veins, making him clench his jaw to hold himself back.
He moved even closer, so near that their breaths mingled, warm and uneven, as if they were breathing the same airâexisting in the same moment, in the same unspoken desire.
But instead of closing the distance between their lips, he did something else. Gently, he lowered his forehead to hers, letting them touch in the softest, most intimate way.
Avantika smiled, her eyes fluttering shut at the tenderness of the gesture, as if it was the most precious thing she had ever felt. Aadish followed, closing his eyes, sinking into the quiet serenity of the moment.
For becoming someoneâs or making someone yours was never just about the physical. Sometimes, all it took was a single, unspoken touch. And with just the press of their foreheads, their souls entwinedâbound together in a way deeper than words, deeper than desire.
After a few moments of simply feeling each otherâs presence, Aadish slowly pulled away, breaking the connection. But even as he did, he wasnât ready to let go of her just yet.
Gently, he reached for her hand, his fingers wrapping around hers. His gaze dropped to where their hands metâhis large, calloused palm engulfing her small, delicate one. The contrast made him smile, a quiet sense of protectiveness settling within him.
Without a word, he led her toward a room attached to their bedroom. Avantika didnât question him, nor did she resist. It was as if, in this moment, words werenât needed. Tonight, their actions spoke louder than anything they could ever say.
As they stepped into the room, Avantikaâs eyes widened in pure amazement. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she took in the sight before her.
It was a grand walk-in wardrobeâspacious, luxurious, and filled with everything they could possibly need. Every detail was carefully arranged, as if crafted just for them. From Aadishâs tailored tuxedos to her intricate lehengas, from his crisp shirts to her elegant sarees, from his comfortable sweatshirts to her casual shortsâeverything had its place.
Her gaze moved further, taking in the neatly lined rows of his polished shoes and her delicate heels, his signature scents beside her collection of makeup, and even his exquisite diamond brooch displayed alongside her precious jewelry, adorned with the rarest diamonds and metals.
A sense of wonder filled her as she walked through the space, running her fingers over the details, admiring how seamlessly their worlds had blended into one.
Aadish watched her with quiet amusement before guiding her toward the large, beautifully lit mirror at the center of the room. As she settled in front of it, their eyes met in the reflection, and a small, knowing smile played on both their lips.
Without a word, Aadish stepped behind her, his fingers moving with gentle precision as he began removing her jewelryâone piece at a time. The heavy earrings, the intricate bangles, the delicate maang tikka⦠each piece came off under his careful touch, easing her into a much-needed sense of comfort.
He wasnât just helping her remove her jewelry; he was making sure she could rest, sleep peacefully, without the weight of exhaustion clinging to her. And in that moment, as their eyes met again in the mirror, there was something deeperâsomething unspoken yet understood between them.
As Aadish finished removing her necklaces, his fingers lingered for a moment before his gaze shifted to the mirror. Their eyes met in the reflection, and then both looked down at the mangalsutra resting against her skin.
The cool metal sent a shiver through her, a feeling she couldnât quite explain. Her fingers instinctively touched it, tracing the black and gold beads as if grounding herself in the reality of their bond.
Aadish, watching her silently, moved to remove her waist jewelry next, his touch careful and unhurried. As he finally reached for her bangles, she suddenly pulled her hands back.
âMaa ne di hainâ¦â (Mother gave theseâ¦) she whispered softly, her voice filled with emotion.
He paused, understanding the depth of her words. Instead of insisting, he knelt in front of her, gently holding her hands in his own. His warm palms enveloped her smaller ones as he looked up at her.
âAur maa ne hi hume kuch aur bhi diya hai.â (And Maa has given me something else too.)
Her eyes widened with curiosity, a sparkle of excitement replacing the exhaustion in them.
âKahan hai? Kya hai? Please hume de dijiye!â (Where is it? What is it? Please give it to me!) she asked eagerly, leaning slightly forward.
Aadish chuckled at her childlike enthusiasm, shaking his head before responding,
âPriye ð, pehle ye de dijiye, fir hum vo aapko de denge.â (Beloved, first give me these, then I will give you that.)
His voice was soft, almost coaxing, as he carefully reached for her wrists again. This time, she let him.
One by one, he removed the heavy bangles, his fingers brushing against her delicate skin. He had noticed how red her wrists had become from wearing them all day. If she had slept with them on, they might have left bruises or even injured her.
His concern was evident in the way he handled themâgently, almost reverently. And all Avantika could do was watch him, feeling something unfamiliar yet soothing settle in her heart.
As he fully removed her bangles, Avantika asked him again, âAb to btayiye?â (Now tell me?). He went to the wardrobe where he kept his jewelry and returned with a small box in his hands.
He knelt down in front of her, settling at her feet again. Slowly, he opened the box, and Avantikaâs eyes instantly brightened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at the contents. Her lips curled into a soft smile, and she almost wanted to cry, overwhelmed by the beauty of the gift.
For the first time, seeing her reaction, Aadish felt an urge to laugh. But, holding back his laughter, he controlled himself and said, âBiwi, you are so cuteâ¦â His tone was filled with affection, and it was clear he was holding back from pulling her cheeks, completely enchanted by her innocence and joy.
She gave him a playful look and said, "Chup rahiye aap...pahenayi ye mujhe pahele" (Stay quiet, you... put these on me first) as she extended her hands towards him.
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