THE IInd DECISION

23. meh Pahna du ?

Ayan Pov:-

I glanced at her wearing my t-shirt, the bold lettering "Mine" printed across it, and my heart began to pound like never before. She looked so adorable in my oversized shirt, and I couldn't help but stare a little too long. Realizing my gaze might be too intense, I quickly averted my eyes, a rush of heat creeping up my neck. She came over and sat beside me on the bed, her presence causing my breath to hitch.

"You can sleep on the bed," she said softly, placing a cushion between us. "I trust you." Her words were so simple, yet they held a depth that made my chest tighten. She set her phone down and lay back, and I could only nod, too overwhelmed to find the right words. I'd never felt like this before-this mixture of anxiety, excitement, and... something else I couldn't quite name.

I lay down beside her, both of us staring up at the ceiling, the silence thick with unspoken words. My heart was racing, and I prayed she couldn't hear it thudding in the quiet room. She drifted off to sleep quickly, but I was far from it. My mind was a whirl, and every beat of my heart echoed in my ears.

At some point, she turned towards me in her sleep. I wasn't asleep-not even close-and my breath caught when I saw her peaceful face. Her hair had fallen over her cheek, and I was afraid it might wake her. Moving carefully, I reached out and gently brushed the strands away, tucking them behind her ear. My fingers tingled from the brief contact, but still, sleep wouldn't come.

Hours passed with me tossing and turning, unable to calm my racing thoughts. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I slowly removed the cushion between us and settled in closer, hoping to find some comfort.

When I woke up the next morning, I found her still sleeping beside me. The position we were in was far from comfortable, but I didn't care. Her arm was draped over my chest, her leg entangled with mine, and her face nuzzled into my chest. My heart felt like it was going to burst right out of my chest, and I feared I might faint from the overwhelming feeling.

Carefully, I began to move, gently lifting her hand and leg off me, trying my best not to wake her. Her skin was warm against mine, and I felt a pang of reluctance as I let go. This was too much-far too much for me to handle. I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower, hoping to calm the storm raging inside me.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I was just in a towel. Water droplets trickled down my back as I walked towards the dresser to grab my shirt. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ashi rubbing her eyes, still waking up. She blinked a few times, her gaze settling on me through the mirror as I slipped on my shirt.

"You know," she began in a sleepy voice, "you could get any girl. You're successful, handsome, smart, caring at times..." Her voice trailed off.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "So, you agree I'm good-looking?" I teased, buttoning my shirt with a smirk.

Her face flushed as if she suddenly realized what she was saying. "No, I mean...yes, it's just... I don't know." She stumbled over her words, and before I could say anything more, she hurried off to the bathroom. I watched her retreat with a smile tugging at my lips.

About an hour later, Ashi emerged from the bathroom in a pink midi dress that highlighted her soft features. "Ready to tour?" she asked, her excitement evident. I nodded, grabbing my camera.

Throughout the day, we explored Geneva and Zurich. I felt like her personal photographer as she made me take countless photos, capturing every moment. At one point, she handed the camera to a tourist. "We need some pictures for the family group chat, you know, honeymoon vibes," she said, winking. I nodded again, like I had been nodding to everything she suggested all day.

"Sir, please come closer to her," the tourist suggested. I felt a bit awkward, but the next thing I knew, Ashi had pulled me closer, her hand guiding mine to her waist. My heart pounded at the unexpected intimacy.

By noon, we found a quaint café for lunch. Ashi, ever the social media enthusiast, directed me, "Click from this side," then turned me around. "What now?" I asked, amused. "I need to post about our trip, but no one at the office can know about our marriage, so turn around," she explained. I obeyed, and she snapped a few shots. "Done," she announced, then turned the phone to show me. "You look hot... I mean, good." I chuckled, just as a voice interrupted us.

"Ayan, is that you?"

I turned around to see Maya, an old schoolmate. "It's been a long time. Is this your wife?" she asked, gesturing to Ashi.

"Yes," I replied, "my wife." I introduced them, "Ashi, meet Maya, my schoolmate."

"Hi," Ashi greeted with a polite smile.

Maya grinned. "Guys, I'm having a party tonight to celebrate the success of our event. If you both are free, please come."

I hesitated, glancing at Ashi to see if she was comfortable. She nodded, and I agreed, "Alright, we'll come."

"Great!" Maya beamed. "My PA will send you the details. Oh, and Ashi, do wear a saree-it's the theme. See you both at the party." With that, she left, her excitement trailing behind her.

After visiting a few more sights, we headed back to the hotel to get ready for the evening.