[a desi arranged marriage story] ── Bound by an arranged marriage, they never saw love coming-until it did, without warning──
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Advay gently placed Idika on the bed. "You should change into something comfortable," he suggested. Idika nodded but frowned. "My clothes are in the suitcase. Can you ask someone to bring it?" she asked.
"No need," he replied. "You can wear my clothes for tonight. Tomorrow, I'll help you set your clothes in the cupboard." "You should change first. I actually need your help to remove these accessories," Idika said, fidgeting with her fingers.
Advay nodded and went into the dressing room to change into pajamas. When he came back out, he saw Idika struggling to remove her nose pin.
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He offered to help, and I gratefully nodded. Advay started removing my accessories, carefully handling each piece. It took us about thirty minutes to get everything off. Finally free of the heavy jewelry, I changed into the pajamas he had given me.
"Ughhh, I'm so tired," I sighed, sinking onto the bed. "You should take some rest," Advay suggested gently. I nodded and lay down on the bed. "If you're uncomfortable, do you want me to sleep somewhere else?" Advay asked.
I chuckled and said, "No, you don't have to. Stay here, ab shaadi ki hai toh aadat toh daalni padegi". He rubbed the back of his neck and then settled down on the other side of the bed.
We both lay there, facing each other, our faces just centimeters apart. I could feel the warmth of his breath, and the proximity made my heart race a little faster. The day's exhaustion was evident in his eyes, yet there was a softness in them.
"Don't you want to find your name hidden in this mehendi?" I asked, extending my hands towards him, the intricate dark brown designs snaking up my arms, each swirl and curve a testament to the hours spent getting it done.
"You've hidden my name in the mehendi?" he asked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
I chuckled, nodding. "Yes, it's a tradition. Come on, try to find it," I urged, sitting up straighter and presenting both my hands to him.
He shifted closer, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. He gently took my left hand in his, his fingers lightly tracing the patterns. "Alright, let's see," he murmured, his voice soft and focused.
His gaze traveled over the designs, his brows furrowing slightly in concentration. I watched him intently, my heart swelling with affection at his earnest effort. He moved to my right hand, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a shiver up my spine.
"Yaar, at least give me a clue," he pleaded, his lips forming a pout as he struggled to find his name. I chuckled, shaking my head. "Nope, you have to find it yourself."
He huffed in frustration but continued his search with determination. Leaning in closer, he scrutinized the intricate designs, his eyes narrowing as he concentrated. Finally, a triumphant smile spread across his face. "Found it!" he exclaimed, pointing to a minuscule 'Advay' hidden on my right hand's index finger. "It's so small, but I still managed to find it," he declared proudly.
I rolled my eyes playfully but gasped when I felt his lips press softly against my fingers. A blush crept up my cheeks, spreading warmth across my face.
"Yuck, the smell," he said, scrunching his nose in disgust. I laughed at his expression. "I know, right? On the day of the mehendi ceremony, I don't know how I survived with all that smell."
He chuckled, his laughter a comforting sound that made my heart flutter. He lay down beside me, his arm brushing against mine. "Come, let's sleep now," he said softly.
I nodded and lay next to him, facing him. His eyes held a tenderness that made my heart swell. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow that highlighted his features. His eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, and his lips, slightly parted, looked inviting.
He smiled gently and reached up to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. Leaning forward, he kissed my forehead with a tenderness that made my heart flutter. "Goodnight, Berry. Sleep well," he murmured.
Surprised by the nickname, I raised my eyebrows. "Berry?" I questioned, curious and slightly amused. He nodded. "You once mentioned that you loved berries . So, I kept the nickname for you. I thought I'd use it today, do you like it?" I shook my head and smiled. "No, I love it."
I never imagined I would meet someone as wonderful as Advay. From the moment he entered my life, everything transformed for the better. The fictional characters I once adored seem insignificant in comparison; they are merely apprentices, while he is already a master. The characters in books were my ideal, but Advay surpasses them all. He embodies everything I've ever dreamed of.
He's not just handsome, but his inner beauty shines just as brightly. Every smile from him makes my heart skip a beat. His eyes, a rich chocolate brown, pull me in deeply whenever I gaze into them. He's a masterpiece, the one I could worship with all my heart.
My thoughts were interrupted when he called my name softly. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded, and he smiled gently. "We should sleep," he said, starting to turn his head to the other side. I held onto his arm, stopping him. He raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Wha-" he began, but I interrupted him.
"Can I kiss you?" I asked, immediately feeling a rush of embarrassment. His eyes widened, and his cheeks turned crimson.
"What? I mean, are you sure?" he asked, still shy.
"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't," I said, trying to sound confident. He leaned forward, our noses touching as he searched my eyes for confirmation. I blinked, giving my consent. His lips descended on mine, and our mouths fit together perfectly. His hand rested on my neck as I sucked his lower lip. Despite the kiss being a bit messy, it felt perfect to me.
We pulled back, and he gently placed another lingering peck on my lips. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long," he murmured. I chuckled, "You could've just asked," I said with a smile.
"And I would've kissed you in a second," I continued. He grinned and leaned in, placing his lips on mine once more. We kissed, and kissed, and kissed, lost in the moment. I felt an overwhelming sense of addiction to his touch. This was better than any drug; I was completely captivated by him.
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and they kissed, and kissed, and kissed, completely lost in the moment
