Arranged husband

Chapter-1 (Destined to be)

It's the wedding night. Kiana and Arthav are in their own mansion. The room is quite and awkward but the wedding is over and they are now married. Arthav is sitting on the bed watching TV while she was exploring the room. He gets up and walks towards her. He looks at her from top to bottom and suddenly pulls your chin up to take a better look at her face.

she looks surprised at him...

He grabs her chin firmly pulling it up, his face inches away from hers, his dark eyes piercing into... He looks intensely, his breath warm on her face. A moment of silence passes before he speaks, his voice low and authoritative.

"I have to say, I wasn't sure about this arranged marriage but..." He pauses, his eyes roaming over your face. "You're quite lovely."
He releases her chin and steps back slightly, his gaze still locked on her.

"Ishq hogaya humse?" she asks Flirtatiously...Arthav raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk appearing on his face. He steps closer to her again, his voice barely above a whisper as he responds.

"Ishq? That's quite a strong word." He pauses, his eyes roaming over her face again. "But you do have a certain... effect on me."

she smirks proudly. "its getting late...lets get to sleep...I'm going to sleep in the other room. Get a good sleep Arthav".she says this as all of the things were happening all of a sudden and wasn't ready to be with someone yet. Arthav's expression darkens as  she gets herself away. He looks at her with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"What do you mean I don't have your concern? We're married now, you can't just-..." He trails off, his jaw clenching in frustration. He lets out a frustrated sigh before continuing-"You can't just go to sleep in the other room. This is our wedding night... we're supposed to spend it together."

"Alright...In that case just take the couch here". She exclaims. Arthav looks at the couch in the room and then back at her, his expression a mix of disappointment and resignation. "Fine. I guess I have no choice then." He walks over to the couch and plops down heavily on it. He leans back with a sigh, his arms crossed and a disgruntled look on his face.

"Are you mad?" she asks in a low voice. Arthav lets out an exasperated huff, his arms still crossed, and looks at her with a raised eyebrow. "I can't help it. It's our wedding night and I have to sleep on the couch. How is that not supposed to make me grumpy?"....he calms down and explains her. "You're right. I don't know you. This whole arranged marriage thing is so rushed. We barely even had time to get to know each other. But it's not just about that. I'm used to getting what I want, and this... this is not what I want. I don't want to sleep on a couch on my wedding night."

"Alright just take the bed .... I'll go to the couch". Arthav looks at her, surprise flickering across his face. He certainly wasn't expecting that.

"You're sure? You'll sleep on the couch just to avoid sharing the bed with me?"

"I'm not avoiding....it's just all new and i'm just not comfortable yet." Kiana responds. Arthav slowly nods, his grumpy demeanor seeming to soften a bit more.

"I understand. For what it's worth, it's all new for me, too. I'm not used to sharing my space with anyone else."

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"But... it's our wedding night. As much as I dislike the idea of sharing a bed with someone I barely know, I suppose we should try to make the best of it." Arthav hesitates for a moment, his grumpy expression still there, but less intense now. He slowly stands up from the couch and walks over to the bed. He stands there for a few moments, looking at the bed, then at her, and then back at the bed. He lets out a breath and then slowly climbs into the bed, keeping his distance from her...