Arylie FF: I'm Happy Here With You

thirty ~ darkhast

lamz jismon pe aise sajaaye

baarishon se bhi woh dhul na paaye

naksh lamhon pe aise banaaye

muddaton se bhi woh mit na paaye

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Imlie enjoyed it a lot when he carried her in his arms like that. It meant endless opportunities for her to kiss his neck and throat  and that was really her favorite thing to do. She pouted when he put her down to open the door and used the last bit of her patience to kiss the back of his neck, getting more pleased with the goosebumps than she should have been.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, she was back in his arms. He sighed in contentment and ran his hands on her back in lazy long strokes. Then he carried her to the table and made her sit on top and knelt next to her. He squeezed her ankle once and very gently took off her shoes, massaging her heels to soothe the ache he knew she was having with the heels.

"What's the need to wear them, when they hurt you so much?"

"Because they look so pretty and are so much fun!"

He wordlessly kissed first one ankle, then another. She stretched her legs in encouragement, going almost horizontal on the table, eyes closed in content, lips parted in delight.

"May I?"

She had no clue what he was asking but the answer was always yes. She was startled when she felt him clasp an anklet around her bare ankle. "Wait, are you giving it back to me?'

"Not a chance. She's mine. I just want you to wear the complete pair because tonight I don't want anything to be incomplete."

"She? Should I be concerned? I mean you two have been together longer!"

He just smiled in response and went back to his dual exploration, with his hands and lips. This time he started from her knees and moved upwards, sliding her dress up and up in a daze. He must have lost half his mind because when his lips touched hard metal instead of supple skin, he sprang back and nearly fell.

"Im, what have you done!"

He'd noticed the shine from time to time in the course of the night, a wicked glint dazzling in light every time she moved, visible through the slit of her dress. He just thought it was all the sequins of the dress itself.

Silly him.

It was a thin, three layered garter chain, with a curious mix of charms dangling from the top layer. A star, a sun, a car, a bus, a popcorn tub, a rain cloud. Aryan suspected that it was custom made and his suspicion was confirmed when he found the last charm - A.

"Is it too much? Do you not like it, it was a gift," Imlie fidgeted with the A charm, his symbol, anxiously.

"Gift? Who on earth gifted you this?" An odd wave of envy and possessiveness washed over him. Imlie shrugged, "It was Shwetaji, she asked what sort of charms I wanted, she was so vague, I assumed she meant to give me a charm bracelet but she got this made. Do you think she has an illegal custom jewelry making side hustle? I wanted to ask her but didn't get a chance. She was in such a hurry, she even labeled the gift wrong, the box said it was a gift for you! Hah, obviously it's for me!"