[a desi arranged marriage story] ── bound by an arranged marriage, they never saw love coming-until it did, without warning ──
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"Advay, Advay, wake up," I heard my wife calling softly. My eyes were still heavy with sleep as she excitedly said, "Look, it's raining!" I pulled her closer, using her arm to snuggle and keep warm.
"Advay, let's go. I want to dance in the rain. It's my dream to dance with my husband in the rain. Come on, wake up, naa," she urged with a playful whine.
I opened my eyes and sat up. She beamed at me, her eyes sparkling with joy. She cupped my cheeks and placed a tender kiss on the corner of my lips. "Good morning, hubby. Now get up and let's go dance in the rain."
Unable to refuse her enthusiasm, I quickly got up, brushed off, and followed her as she jumped slightly with excitement. "Let's go," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room.
"Where are you both going in your nightwear, beta?" I heard our mom call out. I glanced at Idika, who was nervously fidgeting.
"Uhm, wo mumma barish mein nahane jaa rhe the ," she mumbled.
"Beta, sardi lag jayegi, chalo chup chaap room mein jakar betho, koi baarish mein nahi nahana," she said sternly before heading into the kitchen.
I watched as Idika's face dropped in disappointment. She had been so excited, and I didn't want to let that fade. I pulled her closer and whispered, "Don't worry. Thodi der mein ajayenge, nahi pata lagega unhe".
Her eyes lit up with surprise. "Really?, but...daant toh nhi paregi?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Hmm, nhi padegi, agar padhegi aapke hisse ki mein sunlunga" I smiled. "Let's just go quietly. We'll be quick."
Her face lit up instantly, and without wasting another second, she grabbed my hand with more urgency this time. We tiptoed toward the staircase and slipped upstairs to the terrace, the cool evening air greeting us as gentle raindrops fell steadily around us.
The moment we stepped into the rain, her laughter bubbled up like music. She twirled with her arms open wide, splashing in the puddles as she jumped around playfully. Her peach t-shirt clung to her like a second skin, drenched in the rain, as she called out to me, "Come here, Advay! What are you waiting for?, The rain to stop?"
I couldn't hold back any longer. I ran toward her, and she took my hands, placing them around her waist while her arms looped around my neck. "Let's dance!" she declared with a smile, and we began to swirl in the rain, no music but completely lost in each other's presence.
Unable to resist, I pulled her closer, and as our gazes locked, I leaned in, our lips meeting in a kiss. She responded immediately, melting into the moment with me.
This kiss was unlike any we had shared before. It was filled with more passion, more intensity, lust, hunger, love. Even in the cool rain, with the air chilled around us, the moment was electric, burning with heat. She finally pulled back, her breath ragged, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
