DREAMY TALES

Arylie || The Blindfold Buff ||

Wednesday, 7:34 AM, at Rathore Mansion.

Imile and Aryan's relationship had deepened immensely since they confessed their love, a culmination of nearly a year's worth of ups and downs in their turbulent love story.

The air between them crackled with newfound intimacy as they exchanged tight hugs, light kisses, and tender touches, each gesture a testament to their growing bond.

Aryan Singh Rathore returned home from a demanding schedule, his mind buzzing with upcoming ventures for the Rathore Group of Companies. Despite the stress, the sound of Imile's laughter echoed through the mansion like a soothing melody, instantly calming his nerves.

Imile, the beacon of brightness in his life, could uplift anyone with her angelic smile. Seeing her now, laughing and playing with children from the NGO run by Arpita didi, filled him with a profound sense of peace.

Earlier that day, Arpita and Imile had returned from a small picnic on the outskirts of Delhi with the children. They had spent joyful moments engaging the kids in educational activities at the science park.

In a playful moment, Aryan caught Imile in his arms as she stumbled while chasing the children, her eyes covered with a black blindfold. She instinctively tightened her grip on his biceps, taking in his comforting scent. But as she moved to remove the blindfold, his hands gently stopped her.

"Enough playing with the kids, Imile. Now, I want you all to myself," Aryan whispered huskily, his lips brushing against her earlobe, sending a thrill down her spine.

"Abp, chodo humko... bacha log dekh rahe honge," Imile tried to wriggle out of his embrace, but his grip tightened slightly.

"Don't worry, Imile. I'll send them away. But you mustn't remove this blindfold," he insisted, a playful glint in his eyes as he moved away to arrange for the children's snacks with Mohan bhaiya from the foundation.

Returning to Imile, who stood tracing her blindfold with nervous anticipation, Aryan lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

" Ehhh, ka karat ho tum abp, humko neeche utaar do bacha log kyaa soch rahe honge," Imile protested playfully as Aryan carried her upstairs.

"Don't worry, Imile. No one's watching. They're all happily enjoying their snacks. Now, let me enjoy my moment with you," Aryan smirked, noticing her cheeks blush.

"I can walk myself down. Please, Aryan," Imile attempted to squirm out of his hold.

"I know you can walk, but I don't want my Junglee to hurt herself. It's because of me. And please, stop wriggling, or don't blame me for the consequences," Aryan teased, holding her securely.

Imile nodded, her breath heavy with anticipation, as Aryan carried her upstairs and closed the bedroom door with a playful kick. Aryan traced her earlobe, relishing the deepening of her breath.

"Arya... Aryan," Imile murmured, reveling in the way she said his name, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Hmmm?" Aryan responded, tracing her other earlobe.

"Hum... humko bhook lagi hai," Imile whispered softly.

"Hmmm... mujhe bhi," Aryan nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

"Can we go down to the kitchen... I'll make dinner," Imile suggested, her breath catching in her throat.

"First, I want you to play with me," Aryan placed gentle kisses on her collarbone.

"Ka... ka?" Imile's breath hitched.

"The game you were playing downstairs with the kids," Aryan said, relieved.