The Favour

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 62

The day had finally arrived. The mansion, which had been buzzing with activity for weeks, was now adorned with vibrant red flowers that lined every pathway, wrapped around every pillar, and cascaded from the ceilings like waterfalls of color. The theme was red—symbolic of love, passion, and the sacredness of marriage. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and jasmine, mingling with the soft strains of classical music that floated through the halls.

I stood in front of the mirror in my room, my heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Today was the wedding day, and the whole house seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation.

The red saree I had chosen for the occasion shimmered in the soft light, the silk draping effortlessly around me. The blouse was a full-sleeved, white stone-studded creation that hugged my figure perfectly, its intricate design adding just the right amount of sparkle. As I adjusted the pleats of my saree one last time, I caught my reflection in the mirror and paused.

I had never felt more beautiful, but it wasn’t just the saree or the blouse—it was the occasion, the love that surrounded me, and the knowledge that today, we would be welcoming Avni into our family. I smiled, feeling a wave of warmth and happiness.

Just as I was about to leave the room, the door creaked open, and Ishan stepped in. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, he just stood there, his gaze sweeping over me from head to toe. The look on his face made my heart skip a beat.

"Wow," he murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration. "You are so goddamn beautiful!."

A blush crept up my cheeks as I smiled shyly. "It’s just a saree, Ishan."

"Just a saree?" he repeated, stepping closer. "Ashi, you look like a dream. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a saree before, and now that I have, I’m not sure I can look away."

I laughed softly, feeling both flattered and a little flustered by his words. Ishan had a way of making me feel special, of making me feel like I was the only person in the room, even when we were surrounded by hundreds of guests. "You’re just saying that," I teased, though I could see in his eyes that he meant every word.

"I’m serious," he insisted, reaching out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was soft, tender, and it sent a thrill through me. "You’re stunning, Ashi. But then again, you always are."

He leans in, taking a sniff of jasmine in my hair, I let his hands roam on the skin of my exposed stomach and his touch leaves trail of fire behind.

His finger tips cold against my soft skin as I suck in the little extra fat if my stomach that is exaggerated even more today because of  the tight bodycon beneath.

Ishan's eyes meet mine, the pools of chocolate completely dilated, fixed on me.

"I love all the parts of your body, sunshine. I notice everything about you so don't suck in the little stomach you have. It's sexy as fuck." He whispers, his breath  hot on my ear.

The mention of stomach makes me realize I didn't wear my one last accessory.

I move away from ishan, opening the dresser, I take the box out and hold the delicate diamond chain in my hand.

I turn around to find ishan, staring at me with his one hand in the sherwani he's wearing.

I walk in his direction and hand him the chain over. His eyebrows raise, a playful smile onn his very much kissable lips.

Ishan relaxes on the couch behind him, he then pulls me towards him, his hand move to push the fabric running through my stomach towards my chest.

ishan's nose now touching the exposed stomach and my body is on fire. I try breathing through my nose and fail terribly.