Sanaya got ready for the day, she had clothes given by Aryan's mother. She had some anarkali dresses fit to wear for a wedding.
She struggled tying the back laces of a loose top, she wasn't really use to wearing dresses of any sort let alone anarkali.
Sanaya: abai, who made this top design like this?
She tried to reach behind her neck and down to her back but she couldn't. Aryanshu came and knocked on her door.
Aryan: Sanaya are you up?
Sanaya: yes i'm just changing!
Aryan: oh let me know when your done!
Aryan turned his back to the door where he could have seen a blurred Sanaya changing. He remembered he once saw her in a towel at the time in Green Resort in Delhi. He smirked at the memory and folded his arms and leaned against the wall near the doors, he wore a loose golden red kurta that had a v neck shape, it was easy to see a small section of his chest.
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Some time went by, Aryan became slightly impatient.
Aryan: Sweetheart, are you getting ready for your own marriage or to crash Divya's?
No reply from Sanaya, she ignored what he said and still tried to tie her laces.
Aryan barged into the room, his eyes lay upon Sanaya's back. He smirked and came up behind her. Sanaya felt something creeping on her skin, she looked in the mirror and saw Aryanshu behind tying up her laces. Sanaya felt his warmth and felt it uncomfortable with his touch. She questioned him looking in the mirror, he slightly raised his brow and looked at her face, she could tell he was hiding his smirk.
Sanaya: the hell are you doing?
Aryan: shh, i'm helping you Sweetheart!
Sanaya: i don't need your help!
Sanaya moved to her right, trying to get away from Aryanshu, but he held her shoulders and pulled her back, seeing her shoulders rise in his touch. Aryan leaned into the nape of her neck, she felt his breath on her neck.
Aryan: shh, remember what i said if you don't let me tie this i can also undress this.
He tugged lightly, the dress, on Sanaya's shoulder. Sanaya felt slightly disgusted and flattered at the same time.
Sanaya: *whispered* you wouldn't dare!
Aryan: *whispered* i would dare but I'd rather just tie your laces and i don't think you want to suffer a wardrobe malfunction in front of people at Divya's wedding, so if you allow me...
Sanaya: fine, but don't touch no where else!
Aryan: Sweetheart, look in the mirror, you look at me and i look at you trust me i won't look anywhere else.
