CROWNED WITH LOVE : A JOURNEY OF TRADITION AND TEMPTATION

CHAPTER 18 : Awkward Tension

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Vihanna walked alongside the maid until they reached the door. With a gentle push, the maid opened the door, and Vihanna stepped into the room. Memories flooded back from the last time she had been in this room, the hurtful words Aadhyant had spoken, the way he had pinned her against the door. Sadness and fury mingled within her as she recalled those moments.

She looked around the room. As she stepped into the bedroom, she was immediately struck by the grandeur of the space. The room was bathed in a dim, mysterious light, enhancing the dark-themed decor that enveloped everything. A massive king-size bed dominated the center of the room, its lavish bedding beckoning for rest and comfort. Alongside it sat a plush couch.

The room felt cavernous yet welcoming, with its high ceilings and expansive floor space. A walk-in closet stood nearby, promising endless possibilities for fashion and style. She couldn't help but admire the view from the huge balcony, where a sofa invited relaxation amidst the majestic surroundings.

The walls were adorned with expensive paintings, each one a masterpiece in its own right, and family photos that offered a glimpse into Aadhyant's personal life. He had a vintage collection of aircraft models. As she took in the elegant details and thoughtful touches, she couldn't help but be impressed by Aadhyant's impeccable taste. This room was a testament to his refinement and sophistication, and she found herself drawn further into its alluring embrace with every step.

She ruminated silently, her thoughts echoing in the dimly lit room like whispers in the night."The worst part of this whole fake marriage is that I have to share a room with him. If anyone had said to me one month ago that I would be sharing the room with Aadhyant Raghuvanshi, I would have laughed my ass off, but here I am."

After some time, Aadhyant entered the room and securely locked the door behind him. Meanwhile, she struggled with her heavy suitcase, attempting to extract something more comfortable to wear from within the confines of her cumbersome lehenga. However, the weight of the suitcase proved too much for her to handle alone.

Observing her predicament, Aadhyant approached to offer his assistance, but she was too angry with him to accept. With frustration etched on her face, she snapped, "I don't need your help. I can manage on my own. You've already done more than enough."

Aadhyant couldn't fathom what had sparked her sudden fury. She had seemed fine downstairs. He speculated that perhaps she was stressed and fatigued from all the ongoing functions, hence her current state of irritability. "Okay, calm down," he said soothingly, before moving towards the walk-in wardrobe to change his clothes.

Upon his return to the room, Aadhyant found Vihanna seated in front of the vanity mirror. Her veil or dupatta lay on the bed beside her, and she was dressed in her blouse and lehenga, struggling to remove the pins from her hair.

The room was filled with an awkward tension, as neither of them had ever shared such intimate space with anyone before. Everything felt new and unfamiliar, and they both knew it would take time to adjust to each other's presence.

Observing her struggle, he felt the urge to offer his assistance. However, recalling her earlier refusal, he hesitated to muster the courage to ask again. Instead, he settled onto the bed, feeling somewhat uncertain, and began scrolling through his phone. Occasionally, he stole glances in her direction, silently waiting for her to reach out for help on her own accord

After struggling with her hair for a good ten minutes, Vihanna came to the realization that her pins were hopelessly tangled, and she would definitely need assistance. Initially, she contemplated seeking help from Alisha or one of the maids, but a glance at the clock made her realize that everyone must have retired for the night, exhausted from the day's festivities. It wouldn't be appropriate to disturb anyone at this hour.

Left with only two options, she weighed them carefully. Should she try to sleep with her hair in disarray or swallow her pride and ask Aadhyant for help? The throbbing pain in her head made the decision for her. With a resigned sigh, she turned her gaze towards him. There he was, engrossed in his phone.

Summoning her courage, she spoke up, "I think the hairpin is tangled badly in my hair. Can you help me?"

Aadhyant rose from the bed and approached her, walking over with measured steps. Standing behind her, he gently began the task of untangling her hair, his movements deliberate to avoid causing her any pain. However, the presence of her backless blouse proved to be a distracting obstacle, disrupting his concentration.

He tried his best to maintain a respectful distance, refraining from direct contact with her skin. Yet, despite his efforts, his mind was besieged by impure thoughts, longing to feel the smoothness of her back under his touch. However, he knew all too well that she was still harboring anger towards him, and winning her over would require time and patience.

After five minutes of careful untangling, he finally succeeded in freeing her hair from its tangled mess. As he worked, his fingers inadvertently brushed against her nape, causing her body to stiffen in response. Sensing her discomfort, he quickly withdrew his hand and retreated to the bed, resuming his seat.

Meanwhile, she rose from her seat and made her way to the walk-in closet to change her clothes, leaving behind the lingering tension in the room.

As she emerged from the walk-in closet, clad in her comfortable night suit, Vihanna noticed Aadhyant seated on the bed. She approached the bed and reached for a pillow, intending to make herself a makeshift bed on the couch. However, Aadhyant interjected, "You take the bed. I'll take the couch."

Vihanna paused, taken aback by his offer. "No need. It's your room. You can take the bed," she replied, politely declining.

Aadhyant insisted, "It was my room. Now it's OURS." With determination, he moved towards the couch, accepting the pillow from her hand. "Take the bed. You must be tired. Good night," he said, bidding her a good night's rest.

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