Equations Of Love

19

"Love you to the moon and to Saturn."

AYUSHMAN'S POV

I quickly made my way to her, gently pushing people aside. "Diya," I called out, trying to get her attention over the blaring music.

She turned to me, her eyes slightly glazed. "Ayushman!" she exclaimed, swaying a little. "Join us!"

"Diya, I think it's time to go," I said, trying to keep my voice calm and steady.

She shook her head, her smile playful and teasing. "No way! I'm having fun!"

I glanced around, noticing the curious stares from the crowd. "Come on, Diya, please. Let's go."

But she was stubborn, crossing her arms defiantly. "I'll only go if you dance with me."

A chorus of encouragement erupted from the crowd, and I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "Come on, Ayushman!" someone shouted. "Give us a show!"

I sighed, knowing I had no choice. With a deep breath, I stepped onto the dance floor. The music seemed to get louder, and I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I started to move awkwardly to the beat, my face burning with shyness.

Diya watched me with a mischievous smile, swaying to the rhythm. "That's it?" she teased. "That's all you've got?"

Her words fueled the crowd, and the teasing grew louder. I felt trapped, desperate to get Diya off the dance floor. In a bold move, I stepped closer, scooping her up into my arms.

"Hey!" she protested, laughing as she clung to me.

The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter, teasing us as I carried her towards the exit. "Look at the lovebirds!" someone called out.

Once inside the room, Diya started protesting. "Ayushman, let me go! I want to dance more!" she said, trying to wriggle out of my grip.

I firmly but gently guided her to the bed and sat her down. "Diya, you need to rest. Just sit here for a moment," I said as I moved to fill a glass with water.

When I turned back, Diya was up again, wandering around the room, giggling to herself. I sighed and walked over to her, handing her the glass. "Here, drink this."

She took the glass but continued giggling. "Why are you laughing?" I asked, genuinely curious and a little exasperated.

She looked at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I won't tell," she said, taking a sip of water.

"Come on, Diya, tell me. What's so funny?" I pressed, trying to get her to sit back down.

She shook her head, her laughter infectious. "It's a secret," she said, her voice sing-song.

He asked again, "What's the secret, Diya?"

She giggled and shook her head. "I won't tell."

Frustrated and curious, I bent down, leaning forward until our faces were only separated by the glass she held. "Stop looking at me like that," she said, her voice playful yet soft.

"Like what?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

"Like this," she replied, removing the glass and bringing her face forward until our noses touched. Her eyes locked onto mine, and she whispered, "Like this."

Her sudden action left me momentarily shocked. I felt my heart race, her proximity making me lose my composure. "Diya, you're making me lose my patience," I said, my voice almost a whisper.

As I inched closer, about to close the distance between our lips, she placed her hand gently on my mouth. "No," she said firmly.

"Okay," I murmured, pulling back slightly.

"Why?" she asked, her eyes still fixed on mine.

"Why what?" I replied, confused by her sudden change in demeanor.

"If you're not comfortable with anything, I won't do it," I explained, trying to understand her sudden shift.

She looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "When did I say I'm not comfortable?"

I stared at her, bewildered. Before I could respond, she pushed me gently and got up, walking around the room. She mumbled to herself, behaving like a child. "He doesn't understand anything," she said, shaking her head.

I stood up and gently took her arm, stopping her pacing. "Okay, I'm sorry about that. But can you tell me what it is that I don't understand?"

She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of frustration and amusement. "Ayushman, sometimes you're so... dense."

"Well, maybe if you explained, I'd understand," I replied, feeling slightly exasperated.

She sighed, plopping back down on the bed. "It's just... you. You always try to be so careful, so considerate. And sometimes, I just want you to... I don't know, act on impulse."

"Okay, okay," I said, trying to maintain a soothing tone. "But Diya, I'm trying to be considerate after all this. After everything that's happened, I just want to make sure you're alright and comfortable."

She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and frustration. "Why do you keep repeating 'after all this,' 'after all this'? What do you mean?"

Before I could respond, she moved swiftly, closing the distance between us in an instant. She pushed me towards the wall, pinning me there with her hand on the side. Her sudden, wild action left me stunned.

I looked at her softly, "Diya, what are you doing?" Her sudden action was too cute, making my heart race.

"Shut up," she said, her voice firm yet playful.

I was stunned by the way she was behaving. "Diya, you need to rest," I said, trying to keep my tone gentle, but she placed her fingers on my lips, silencing me.

"Answer this question," she said, and I nodded. "What is the point of having a husband elder than me when he behaves like this?"

I looked at her, confused. "Like what?"

She was too drunk and stumbled, so I caught her, holding her steady. "Like an inexperienced jerk," she said bluntly.

"Inexperienced in what?" I asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and concern.

"See? You can't even understand this," she said, exasperated.

"Understand wha—" I started, but she cut me off with a kiss. Her lips pressed against mine, catching me off guard.

"Okay, Diya—" I tried to speak, but she kissed me again, more insistent this time.

"You need to cal—" I attempted once more, but her lips met mine again, silencing me. This time, I couldn't hold back. I looked at her, holding her face gently but firmly. "Stop making me lose my patience," I said, my voice a low growl.

Without waiting for her response, I kissed her hard. My lips crashed against hers, and I felt her gasp in surprise. The kiss was intense, filled with all the pent-up emotion and desire I had been holding back. My hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, as her fingers tangled in my hair.

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