𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑸 𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑭𝑰𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑨

His Promises

Nisha's Pov

He pulls me by my waist, my entire body pressing against his chest. This man makes me fall for him again and again. My biggest secret is that I have the biggest crush on him.

"What?" I ask as he begins to trace my face, his hand resting on my jaw and raising my face to his. "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You know how lucky I am to have a wife as beautiful as you." Did he just call me his wife? That does something to my heart.

"Wife?" I raise my brows. He nods and wraps both arms around me. I just look at him.

"You're already my wife. Who cares about the ritual and whatever it is? You're already My Wife" he says in the softest voice possible. I love him so much. "And..." He whispers "And?"

"Mother of my child's" Uff, please my cheeks Hurts I can't smile enough. My stomach just flipped. "Acha?" I narrowed my eyes.

"So my husband.....and father of my childs, are we going to go, or do you have other plans?" I can't trust this man. The way he just kissed me in front of everyone, how am I going to face them? I've been running away from them.

"I do. You want to know what?" he asks.

"What?" I whisper.

"I want to be inside of you. Why won't you consider thinking about him?" he gestures to his...ahem. Gosh, I'm getting butterflies. My toes curl, and I'm getting horny.

"Umm...Bataameez, chalo, sab hame dhoond rahe honge," I push him, but my tiny self can barely move a finger of his.

"Come on, just one round," he requests.

"Here?" He nods. Gosh, this man.

One round isn't enough, bruh. "Mr. Roy," he hums in response, sucking on my neck.

"Ahhhh!" I moan. He looks at me with his dark orbs.

"You're making me harder," he leans in and pecks my lips.

"Suno toh sahi," I push him a little. He pouts and rests his chin on my shoulder.

"Say it fast. I can't hold," he chuckles a little and brushes his hair away.

"I know you so well that you won't let me go after one round. So what if we go to your penthouse after the ceremony and do whatever you want?" I offer. He presses his lips and looks down at me.

"That's more like it, Mrs. Roy...you are becoming like me," he whispers to me and kisses my neck.

"Ab chalo," I warn him with a glare. I swear, this guy.
I Lock my hands with him and We walk back to hall, Laughing and talking.

Author's Pov

The event carries on, the sun sets and the moon rises. The event tones down as all the guests leave for their respective homes. The two families finally get some time to have some food.

"Chalo bacho, kuch khalo jaldi," Parama calls out to all the children as she rushes to the food counter with Shanaya. "Yeh Nisha aur Zayn kahan hai?" Shanaya asks, looking around.

"Honge kahi romance karte," Harshad says quietly.

"Yeh dono bhi nah," Shanaya chuckles and begins to serve food.

"Namaste ji," one of the middle-aged women approaches.

"Namaste, Amrita ji," Parama greets her.

"Yeh meri bua ke jethani," Shanaya nods a little and smiles at her.

"Wese yeh Nisha aur aapke beta nahi dikh rahe hain," Shanaya narrows her eyes, sensing some negativity.

"Yahi kahi honge. Aaj kal ke jawan bache kahan maa ke saath hote hain," Parama says with a little laugh.