THE COLOR OF LOVE

HOW TO BE INTIMATE?

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Anshul guided Aarushi through their home, pointing out various rooms and features. "And this," he said, opening a door with a flourish, "is the walk-in closet."

Aarushi's eyes widened as she stepped inside, marveling at the spacious room. "This is amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Anshul smiled, enjoying her reaction. "There's something I want to show you," he said, moving towards the cabinets. "I've been working on this since this morning while you were in the kitchen."

He opened the cabinets, revealing a wardrobe filled with colorful sarees. Aarushi gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in surprise. "Anshul ji...," she began, her voice trembling with emotion.

Anshul took an elegant yellow saree from the wardrobe and gently draped it over her shoulders. "I wanted you to have these," he said softly. "You deserve all the colors in the world."

Tears welled up in Aarushi's eyes, and she couldn't hold back her emotions. She hugged Anshul tightly, sobbing into his chest. "Thank you," she cried. "I never thought I would wear these colors again. You've given me more than I could ever ask for."

Anshul held her close, his heart swelling with love and tenderness. "You don't need to thank me," he whispered, stroking her hair. "Seeing you happy is all I want."

Aarushi pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. "You’ve brought so much joy into my life," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I’m so grateful to have you as my husband."

Anshul smiled, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "And I'm grateful to have you as my wife," he replied. "Let's fill our lives with as many colors and as much happiness as we can."

Aarushi nodded, her heart filled with a mixture of joy and gratitude. She looked down at the yellow saree draped over her shoulders, feeling a sense of renewal and hope. For the first time in a long while, she felt truly happy and excited for the future.

"Wait! Did you just call me Anshul ji?", he asked cupping her face. She bit her lower lip and blushed looking down.

"God, Aarushi. Call me that again?", he lifted her chin making her look at him.

"Anshul ji..", she said almost like a whisper.

"Aah...you don't understand what you are doing to me right now, my love.", he kissed her cheek making her go red in shy. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and hid her head head in his chest.

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's embrace, the vibrant colors of the sarees around them symbolizing the bright and beautiful life they were about to build together.

*****

Aarushi sat on the bed, nervously scrolling through the options on her laptop. It's all taught by Anshul, she felt it so intresting and fascinating. She finally settled on a romantic comedy, hoping it might provide some comfort and ideas on how to navigate her own relationship with Anshul. As the movie played, her thoughts wandered. They had been married for a two days now, yet they hadn’t shared a truly romantic moment.

Just as the lead actors in the movie shared a tender kiss, Anshul walked out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel. He was shirtless, his damp skin glistening in the soft light of the room.

Aarushi's breath caught in her throat. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he noticed her blush.

"Enjoying the movie?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Aarushi nodded, trying to maintain her composure. "Yeah, it's just a nice story."

Anshul chuckled, a deep, warm sound that sent shivers down her spine. He sat down beside her, his proximity making her heart race.

"I think it's more than that," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "You're blushing like crazy."

Aarushi’s face grew even hotter as Anshul gently took the laptop from her and set it aside. He turned to face her, his eyes dark and intense, locking onto hers.

"Maybe we should create our own romantic moments," he suggested, his voice a soft murmur filled with warmth and desire.

Aarushi's heart skipped a beat as Anshul leaned in, his face inches from hers. She could feel the magnetic pull between them, the air thick with unspoken attraction and longing. His hand reached up, caressing her cheek, his thumb brushing over her soft skin. She trembled at his touch, her breath hitching in anticipation.

But just as their lips were about to meet, Anshul pulled back, a playful glint in his eye.

"Not yet, my love," he whispered, his voice husky with restraint. "I want you to be ready."

Aarushi felt a mix of relief and disappointment. She knew Anshul was giving her space, allowing her to adjust to their relationship at her own pace. Yet, the desire she felt for him was undeniable.

As they settled in to watch the rest of the movie together, Anshul wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

Aarushi snuggled into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. The scent of his skin, a mix of soap and something uniquely him, enveloped her, making her feel safe and cherished.

Throughout the movie, Anshul's fingers traced gentle patterns on her arm, sending delightful shivers through her body. She found it hard to focus on the screen, her mind consumed by the sensation of his touch and the anticipation of what might come next.

When the movie ended, Anshul turned off the laptop and shifted to face her. His gaze was tender, yet filled with a simmering passion that made her pulse quicken.

"Aarushi," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress, "you mean everything to me. There's no rush. We'll take our time, and when you're ready, we'll create those moments together."

Aarushi’s eyes filled with tears, not of sadness, but of overwhelming gratitude and love.

She cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing over his strong jawline. "Thank you, Anshul ji," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "For being so patient and understanding."

Anshul smiled, a slow, heart-melting smile that reached his eyes. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Always," he promised, his lips lingering against her skin.

They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the room filled with the quiet promise of love and patience.

Aarushi knew that when the time was right, their own romantic moments would be all the more special, built on a foundation of trust and deep affection. And in that moment, she felt a sense of peace, knowing that she was exactly where she was meant to be – in the arms of the man she loved.

*****

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