PUNARVIVAAH - ARRANGED TO LOVE (L&M #3) [COMPLETED]

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Third person's pov!

Vaiga entered the bedroom, surprised to find Abhay assembling a new baby cot. The white cot was adorable, a charming addition to their room.

"What's this? Is it new? When did you buy it?" Vaiga asked, stepping closer to inspect the cot.

"Today," Abhay replied, not looking up from his task.

"But there's already a baby cot in Maa's room. Why did we need a new one?" Vaiga questioned, confusion etched on her face.

"We'll need the whole bed, Vaiga. Why disturb our baby's sleep?" Abhay said with a wink, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

Vaiga looked away, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

She laid a drowsy Kriti on the bed, gently patting her thighs and humming 'Chanda Hai Tu...' until their daughter fell asleep.

She watched with bated breath as Abhay picked up Kriti and placed her in the brand-new baby cot and covered her with a baby blanket.

The intensity in Abhay's eyes made her suck in a sharp breath. His gaze alone felt like a caress over her body.

Without breaking eye contact, Abhay pulled a paper bag from the couch and handed it to Vaiga.

"Can you wear this for me, Vaiga?" He asked, his voice husky, eyes filled with promise.

Vaiga's fingers trembled as she took the paper bag from him. The anticipation made her shudder. With her heart hammering crazily, Vaiga locked herself in the dressing room. Her hands shook as she pulled out the garment: a sleeveless satin gown with a matching satin overcoat, and lacy undergarments. The strapless lacy bra and panties were delicate.

Her breathing quickened as she looked at the clothes. With trembling hands, she removed her dress and donned the satin gown. She undid her braid, letting her long, wavy hair cascade down her back like a dark waterfall.

Taking deep breaths, Vaiga turned the handle of the dressing room door and opened it. Her eyes widened in surprise. The lights were off, replaced by the soft glow of a few scented candles. Rose petals were scattered on the bed, and soft music played in the background, the volume low enough not to disturb Kriti's sleep.

The room was set for their suhaag raat, and when she looked at Abhay, her heart skipped a beat. He stood at the centre of the room, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over her body, taking in every detail of her appearance.

"You look stunning," Abhay murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Vaiga's cheeks flushed, and she felt her heart race even faster. Abhay stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. He gently took her hand, his touch sending sparks through her skin.

"Vaiga, tonight is about us," Abhay whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Vaiga's breath hitched as Abhay's lips brushed against her earlobe. He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands exploring the curves of her body through the satin fabric. Each touch ignited a fire within her, making her yearn for more.

Abhay's lips found hers in a slow, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of promises, of love, of a future together. Vaiga's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Their tongues danced, exploring, tasting, losing themselves in the moment.