Fated Affection

Chapter 6

Rohan grinned mischievously. "Baby, baby, baby, baby..."

In frustration, Aisha looked away, knowing that their marriage was now a reality, for better or for worse. And with those exchanged vows, their journey together officially began.

As the marriage ceremony concluded, Rohan's mother gently guided Aisha towards Rohan's room. Aisha hesitated, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation about their first night together. Meanwhile, Rohan was outside, chatting and laughing with his friends.

One of his friends nudged him playfully. "So, Rohan, ready for your first night? Any special plans?"

Another chimed in, "Bet you can't wait to see Aisha again, huh?"

Rohan, trying to keep his cool, smirked. "You guys need to get a life. It's just a night."

His friends laughed, egging him on. "Oh, come on, we know you're excited. Just admit it!"

Before Rohan could retort, Aarav appeared and interrupted the teasing. "Brother, Mom is calling you."

Rohan turned to Aarav. "Where is she?"

Aarav replied, "In your room."

Rohan sighed, "Alright," and made his way to the room.

Entering, he found his mother sitting with Aisha, engaged in a warm conversation. He cleared his throat and asked, "Mom, you called me?"

Mrs. Raichand looked up and smiled. "Yes, where were you? Look at the time. You both should get some rest now." She stood up, adding, "I'm going now. You both should sleep."

With that, Mrs. Raichand left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving Rohan and Aisha alone for the first time as husband and wife.

In the room, as Rohan watched Aisha, she suddenly got up from the bed and locked the door behind her. Rohan smirked, teasingly saying, "Oh ho, not bad. You can't wait to see my body, Miss Aisha Gerwal?"

Aisha moved towards Rohan with a smile on her face, quietly grabbing a pillow and a blanket without him noticing. She approached him, coming just centimeters away, making Rohan think she was going to kiss him. He closed his eyes in anticipation, but then felt the impact of the pillow and blanket hitting his chest.

"From today, you're sleeping on the couch," Aisha declared firmly.

Rohan chuckled, "No way. This is my room."

Aisha retorted, "It was your room. Now, it's our room, and I've decided I'm sleeping on the bed."

Rohan leaned towards her, a flirtatious grin on his face. "But we're married, and it's our first night. Technically, we should share the bed," he whispered, inching closer.

Aisha pushed him away with a smirk. "No, Mr. Raichand. Don't even think about it. I know karate very well, so stay away from me."

Rohan, undeterred, jumped onto the bed defiantly. "It's my bed, and I'm sleeping here. I don't care."

Aisha looked at him sternly. "Okay, then you'll be responsible for this." With that, she executed a swift karate move, causing Rohan to cry out in pain, "Ahhh!"

"I warned you," Aisha said calmly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to sleep."

Rohan, visibly frustrated, hurled his pillow onto the couch and shot an angry glare at Aisha before sprawling out on the couch himself. "Don't think I can't do anything. You're a girl, and I don't fight with girls," he muttered defiantly.

Aisha, unfazed by his comment, replied nonchalantly, "Oh, I see," with a smirk. She turned over and settled into bed, signaling the end of their first night together with a playful but assertive stance.

Rohan lay on the couch, simmering with frustration. "Who does she think she is to mess with me? I am Rohan Raichand, and no one messes with me," he thought angrily. "I'll show her tomorrow who I am. Just wait and watch." With a determined scowl, he closed his eyes, planning his next move.

Meanwhile, Aisha lay in bed, equally resolute. "Huh, he thinks he can order me around?" she thought defiantly. "Just wait and watch, Mr. Raichand, how I will turn your life into hell. You will regret marrying me and not denying it. Because of you, I lost my dreams, just a step away. Now, just wait and watch how I am going to make your life miserable." With a determined sigh, she closed her eyes, preparing herself for the beginning of their game to torture each other. The room was filled with tension as their silent battle of wills commenced.

It was early morning, and Aisha, adorned in her traditional Indian newlywed attire, looked resplendent. Her suit was a vibrant red with intricate golden embroidery, complemented by delicate jewelry and a veil that draped elegantly over her shoulders. She moved gracefully, embodying the aura of a new bride.

Rohan, just waking up, was struck speechless by her beauty. "Go bring me a coffee. It's the first thing I want in the morning," he ordered casually.

Aisha halted in her tracks, turned towards him, and leaned in, her expression serious yet assertive. "I am not your servant. Go and get your own coffee," she retorted firmly before walking away.

Frustrated by her defiance, Rohan pondered his next move. Then, a mischievous grin spread across his face as an idea formed in his mind. He watched Aisha leave and silently chuckled to himself.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mrs. Raichand was busy instructing the cooks about the breakfast preparations. She noticed Aisha enter and warmly beckoned her over. "Beta, come here. I was just discussing the breakfast menu with them," she said, gesturing towards the cooks.

Aisha joined them, her demeanor calm yet determined, ready to navigate the dynamics of her new household and assert her independence, even in small gestures.

Suddenly, from his room's floor, Rohan started shouting, "Aisha! Aisha!" while she was engrossed in conversation with Mrs. Raichand in the kitchen. Mrs. Raichand smiled knowingly and remarked, "I think Rohan needs you, dear."