Author's POV
As Alaia arrived at the beachside destination, the last rays of the sun painted the sky with hues of pink and gold. The cozy arrangement by the water's edge was inviting, with soft lanterns glowing warmly against the deepening twilight. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore added to the serene atmosphere, making the evening feel almost magical.
Alaia stepped into the hall, where the soft light from chandeliers mingled with the natural glow from outside. The room buzzed with conversation and laughter, the warmth of family togetherness filling the space. She greeted everyone with a warm smile, exchanging hugs and brief words as she made her way through the room.
Her eyes caught sight of Ranvijay standing near the bar, a glass in hand, looking effortlessly handsome in the dim light. He was watching her with a quiet intensity that made her heart skip a beat. Alaia couldn't help but smile at him, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond between them, before she turned her attention to Aarya, who was standing nearby.
Aarya's eyes sparkled with mischief as she noticed the way her brother was watching Alaia. She leaned in close to Alaia, her voice low but playful. "Bhabhi, you wanted to see the beach arrangements, didn't you? Bhaai, why don't you take her and see if everything's perfect?"
Alaia looked at Aarya, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Aarya, you handled it, so it'll be perfect."
But Aarya wasn't one to be easily swayed. With a grin, she took Alaia's hand and led her over to Ranvijay, placing Alaia's hand in his with a gentle push. "Bhaai, go and show her," she said, her voice full of affection and a touch of teasing.
Ranvijay looked down at Alaia, his fingers closing around hers as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Shall we?" he asked, his voice soft, his eyes searching hers.
Alaia nodded, a mixture of excitement and nervousness fluttering in her chest. As they walked out together, the warmth of his hand in hers felt both comforting and electrifying. The sounds of the family's laughter echoed behind them, adding a sense of joyous harmony to the moment.
As Ranvijay walked alongside Alaia, her hand nestled comfortably in his, he couldn't help but be captivated by the woman beside him.
Ranvijay's POV
As we walk hand in hand along the beach, I can't take my eyes off her. Alaia is stunningly mesmerizing, so beautiful that it makes my heart ache with joy just to be beside her. I glance at her soft, gentle features—those eyes, the way they look up at me—and I feel a rush of emotions that I can barely contain.
She turns to me, her voice soft and curious. "Where's Veer, by the way?" she asks, and I can see the genuine concern in her expression.
I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me as I respond. "It's a tradition. Every year on his birthday, Kabir takes Veer somewhere, but no one knows where."
"Aww, that's lovely," she replies, her eyes lighting up with that sweet smile of hers.
I guide Alaia through the arrangements, pointing out every detail along the way. We walk slowly, side by side, along the beach, the sound of the waves creating a soothing backdrop. The lanterns cast a warm glow on the sand, and the setup looks even better than I had imagined. Alaia seems genuinely impressed, her eyes scanning everything with a look of quiet admiration. I can't help but steal glances at her, my heart swelling with pride and something more—something deeper that I can't quite put into words.
Just as we're about to head further down the beach, my phone buzzes. I glance at it and see a message pop up in the WhatsApp group where we planned Veer's birthday party. The message reads: Kabir and Veer will be arriving in 5.
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The Love Arranged
Romance--- "Your fingers, they weave stories on my skin," Alaia murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as she leaned back against her husband, the soft fabric of the couch enveloping them. He smiled, his eyes tracing the delicate curve of her jawline...
