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˗ˏˋ꒰ Her pov ꒱
"Madad chahiye ?"/ "Do you need help ?" The sudden voice flinched me a little, making me gaze up towards the door still holding the draps of my saree between my index and thumb finger.
I was shocked to see him - the least expected person - Aarav - Juhi ko koe aur nahi mila ? / Juhi didn't find anyone else ?
He slightly closed the door not locking it, a sign to say you are safe before walking towards me.
The lack of answer from my side made him tilt his head a little, before his eyes landed on my slightly parted lips which held a pin between them.
Getting closer enough he took a hold of the draps from my hand before getting down on his knees.
The pin slipped down my lips hitting his thigh before landing down near to his feet. I took a step back finally getting the consciousness to speak yet it slipped out in a shutter "N-no."
He gazed up still holding the draps in between his fingers."No ? You wanna go like this then ?" He pointed his index finger towards my messed up saree before standing on his feets hovering my height making me look up at him.
*No stupid i can help myself..* I wanted to blutter my thoughts out but words never left my throat feeling his sharp gaze on my face - into my eyes - it was making me nervous for some reason.This is our first time standing so close to eachother.
Even after the shift of his gaze towards my waist i was still mute no words foaming anymore. My upper body was safely covered just the lower draps needed to be fixed.
"Nevermind.." He whispered getting down on his knees again looking up at me with an un-readable expression.
The slight touch of his knuckles on my belly made a sudden heat run up my body,tugging the draps and securing them with the pin after picking it up, he aligned the folds together.
The feeling i was having right now in my heart wasn't something i wanted, yet my heart was pounding louder than ever in my ribcage, "Mama ne ek bar juhi ko kaha tha/Mom once said juhi two pins are compulsory if you are wearing saree for the first time." He gave a fond smile looking up at me.
The sudden flip in my stomach seeing this new side of him made me realise what i was feeling right now.
He stood up before gazing from top to bottom - Checking me out - I felt his hands touch my plams before he held them in a soft grip,"You are back to elegant tanisha.."He gave me a compliment before leaving my hands,"I gotta go, all the best for your performance, bye.." He gave a thumbs up sign before leaving the room.
I was still froze it same place, the heat slowly leaving my viens before my body got down into my normal temperature but - my heart - it's still audible to me even with the music played in the background which was probably from auditorium where our farewell is going on.
He is my bestfriend's brother - we never got along eachother then - why am i feeling like this towards him.
He just helped me - "Nisha !!" The high pitch voice brought me back from the thoughts, even tho my eyes were fixed on the door from the moment aarav left i still failed to notice juhi's presence on the same spot.
"Come on girl it's your performance next.." She walked closer to me before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room.
"Why is your pluse rate high ?" My eyes landed on our connected hands to realise she was holding my hand in a way that she can feel my heart beat,"What happened nisha ?" She halted on her steps turning towards me.
I looked up to see her worried face -this is wrong i shouldn't feel this way for him, Juhi would be disappointed , papa , uncle, aunt everyone would be disappointed on me..
It's just a teenager feeling tanisha nothing more- I took a hold of my breath before voicing out,"Yaar nervous hun !"/"Bro i am nervous !" A soft chuckle left her lips before she whispered in a calm tone."Sab thik hoga nisha."/"Everything will be fine nisha." She engulfed me into a warm hug.
Making all the tension and uneasiness in my heart vanish with in a second. She is the only person i trust after my parents i can't lose her.
This is right -Don't feel that again- She broke the hug before holding my hand again,"Give your best nisha !! Aur mera nam roshan karna.."/ "And make me feel proud.." A giggle left my lips hearing her dramatic tone. "Ji amma.."/" Yes mom.."
I can't risk a precious bond due to this useless feelings for him which he would never reciprocate.
( The actual chapter is in his pov )
{ How did this👆turn into this👇}
˗ˏˋ꒰ Her pov ꒱
"Madad chahiye ?"/"Do you need help ?" The soft whisper made me turn around to look at aarav leaning on the door frame with his hands being folded over his chest.
Why does this give a déja vu ?
Me standing in our bedroom instead of a classroom in the same position with the saree draps between my fingers. But there is one thing different, he is my secret husband now, not my bestfriend's brother anymore.
"There is no pin between your lips darling , speak.." He had a fond smile over his lips which always makes me reciprocate it - even he remembers this incident on farewell day.
"Where is juhi ?" He locked the door before walking towards me,"She is busy.." Slipping his hands inside his pocket he stood a step away from me,"You came here to help me ?" Nodding his head he was ready to take a hold of the draps between his fingers but i tugged them in, with a crocky grin on my lips.
"I can help myself.." His lips curved up in the corner before his hands held my bare waist, making me gaze up to his face. This feeling would never get old - the way my body melts into his touch - I can feel the heat slowly consuming me.
"Are you thinking something ?" He asked helping me secure the draps with a pin."Hm, hamare baare me."/ "Hm, about us." His brows knitted together before a mumble left his lips,"Why ? you wanna add someone between us." The soft pat on my stomach made me understand the meaning he implies to say.
I gave a playful slap on his chest, "Besharam !"/"Shameless !" A soft giggle left his lips before he leaned closer looking into my eyes,"Only for you.."Making my saree cloth over my head for the puja , he gave a soft peck on my forehead as my eyes closed feeling his lips on my skin.
Before 6 years when i realised what i felt for him, no one had imagined not even me about us being together, as husband and wife.The way we fought with eachother, never once had a proper conversation was something which i did only so i can get a reason to stop these feelings for him but they only increased instead of decreasing.
"Let's go my love ." He intertwined our hands together before giving me his most adorable smile swelling my heart with happiness. I gave a nod walking out of our room with him.
This is what i always dreamt about. No fear of getting caught while staring at him, I can stay closer to him without any judgements. I can openly love him who loves me back with the same madness..
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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐭 ː The Depth Of Love
Любовные романы| A PLANNED ARRANGED MARRIAGE | • PURE ROMANCE FICTION • If you are not hopeless romantic then this book is not for you. Oh you are still here then 👇... 『 It took me 11 years to make her mine so DON'T JUST READ THIS 11 SECONDS DESCRIPTION AND GO TH...