An arranged love story of two independent souls who hold their family traditions and culture close to their hearts. What happens when their worlds collide? When they meet, bringing with them their own dreams, ambitions, and past experiences, and ent...
Hukum's birthday had finally arrived, and I wanted to make it the most special day of his life. Over the past few weeks, I had meticulously planned everything, ensuring that every little detail was perfect. From the moment he woke up to the time we spent together at night, I wanted him to feel the depth of my love.
That morning, I woke up before him, carefully slipping out of bed. I had arranged for his favorite breakfast—freshly baked croissants, scrambled eggs, and freshly brewed coffee—set up on a tray with a single red rose. As I placed the tray on the bedside table, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "Good morning, birthday boy."
He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open as a lazy smile stretched across his face. "Morning, Jaana," he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.
"Breakfast in bed for my king," I whispered, sitting beside him.
He sat up, stretching his arms before pulling me into his embrace. "You're the best gift I could ever ask for."
The day was filled with small yet meaningful surprises—messages from family and friends, a visit to his favorite restaurant for lunch, and a long drive along the coast as the sun began to set. But the real surprise was waiting for him at home.
Dinner was set up on our balcony, under the night sky filled with shimmering stars. A soft melody played in the background as we dined, stealing glances at each other, our fingers interlocked across the table. The gentle flicker of candles cast a golden hue over his sharp features, making him look even more mesmerizing.
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After dinner, he pulled me into his arms, swaying gently to the music. His hands roamed my back in slow, teasing strokes, igniting sparks in every part of me. His lips brushed along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine.
"You are my world, Chaitanya," he whispered against my ear before trailing soft kisses down my neck. His breath was warm, his touch featherlight, but it sent fire coursing through my veins.
I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I whispered, "And you are mine, Hukum."
His lips finally captured mine in a deep, passionate kiss. It started slow, as if he was savoring every second, but soon, the intensity grew. His lips moved against mine with a desperate hunger, his hands sliding up my back, holding me close as if he never wanted to let go. I gasped when his tongue brushed against mine, and he took that moment to deepen the kiss, making my head spin.
I had spent hours decorating our bedroom to recreate the essence of a wedding night. The bed was adorned with white silk sheets and scattered rose petals. Soft golden fairy lights draped across the canopy, casting a warm glow. Candles flickered around the room, their scent filling the air with a mixture of vanilla and sandalwood. The moment he stepped inside, his breath hitched, and he looked at me, his eyes dark with emotion.
