🌸𝔇𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢🌸 (Completed )

Chapter-33. Flask back

Flashback:

They had planned the quintessential romantic escape—a serene lakeside picnic followed by dinner under the stars at a quaint nearby restaurant. The day had been woven with laughter and soft exchanges, the sort that drew hearts closer in silent acknowledgment of deepening affection.

As they drove back, the comforting hum of the car mingled with their contented sighs. The evening air was crisp, wrapping around them like a delicate, cool shawl as they entered their cozy home.

"We're both heading to the same place, how about we get married?" Adhya asked, her eyes twinkling with a blend of mischief and hope. Adi, caught in the warmth of their shared dreams on their plush sofa, couldn’t find it in himself to deny her anything. He pulled her close, her laughter mingling with the rustle of her snack bag as she settled more comfortably against him.

"So, what do we do next?" he murmured, her voice a soft caress against her ear.

"Do you want to dance?" she suggested, a playful lilt in her voice.

"No, not really; it's very cold. I'd rather just cuddle here with you," he replied, his voice low and husky, resonating with a warmth that made her heart flutter. She giggled, loving how his voice dipped with each word, her laughter echoing lightly in the quiet room.

"What's so funny?" he asked

Her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Nothing," she replied, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"Adhya," he prodded gently, drawing her closer until their foreheads touched.

"Hmm..." she hummed, her eyes closing as she savored the warmth of his body against hers.

"What made you fall in love with me?" he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "I know I'm not always the most exciting person. I get so wrapped up in my work, and I worry I don't give you enough time," he confessed, vulnerability threading his voice.

Adhya lifted her head, her gaze locking with his, intense and full of sincerity. "Adi, you may think you're quiet and reserved, but your love speaks volumes. It chases after me, even in your silence. You're dedicated to your career, yes, but you never fail to stand by me when it matters most. To me, that's perfection—a perfection you don't see in yourself," she said, her words painting the depth of her feelings for him.

Overwhelmed by her declaration, Adi captured her lips with his in a kiss that started tender and exploratory but soon deepened with passion. His hands roamed over her back, drawing her closer as she threaded her fingers through his hair, each movement stoking the growing fire between them.

Their breaths became ragged as the kiss intensified. Adi’s hands moved to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers, asking for permission without words. She nodded slightly, her breath catching in her throat as his lips traced a path down her neck.

"I think we should stop, Laddu," he gasped suddenly, pulling back slightly, his eyes clouded with a mix of desire and restraint. She didn't reply, again he "I promise that we going have all this after our marriage, but right know I regret for my promise."

She touched his cheek, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can break your promise, if you want."

He looked at her, torn. "You’re playing a dangerous game," he growled softly, desire lacing his voice.

"Do you not like it?" she teased, a coy smile playing on her lips.

"Adhya, don’t tempt me. You might just regret it," he warned, his voice husky with unspoken promises.

She giggled, the sound light and carefree. "But I don't."

"It is," he conceded, a chuckle escaping him. "You’re my greatest temptation."

"Let’s go to my bedroom," he suggested, his voice now a sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

Her expression sobered. "What if we never get married?"

"Then lets try live in" he replied instantly, his voice tinged with humor yet earnest in his intent.

"And your promise?" she teased back, her eyes gleaming with affection.

"I want all of you, Adhya—not just physically but every facet of you. Your presence, your laughter, your thoughts, and your dreams," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her deeply once more. Their kiss was fervent, their mutual desire palpable as they lost themselves in each other, exploring and reaffirming their love in the quiet solitude of their shared space.

These memories haunted their sleep, disturbing them profoundly. In desperation, both reached for their phones and dialed at the same time, causing their calls to collide and fail to connect. Frustrated, they tried again, but with the same result.

Overwhelmed by emotion, Adhya began to sob uncontrollably. The pain was piercing, echoing deeply within her. Yes, they had weathered many arguments before, but none had ever cut this deep. All she longed for now was a call from Adishh, a simple gesture that might start to mend the fractures in their relationship.

As she sat curled up, her phone gripped tightly in her hand, Adhya felt the weight of their unresolved conflict. Each moment that passed without hearing from Adishh only intensified her distress. The silence between them, once a peaceful quietude, now seemed an insurmountable void, filled with the echoes of words unsaid and apologies unspoken.

On the other side, Adishh was overwhelmed with confusion and uncertainty about how to mend things. He paced back and forth, phone in hand, wrestling with his thoughts. He wanted desperately to reach out to Adhya, to bridge the growing silence between them, but fear of making things worse held him back. Each attempt to dial her number was interrupted by his anxiety—what if his call only deepened the rift? Torn between action and inaction, Adishh felt paralyzed, unsure of how to heal the wounds that were threatening to pull them apart.

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What if they broke up and find there own way.

What would you do if your in there place