Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 82: The News

As Aarav held Manvi's hand tightly, a mixture of emotions danced across their faces. The evening sun cast a warm glow through the windows of the farmhouse, creating a serene atmosphere around them. Manvi gazed at Aarav with love and tenderness, her heart still fluttering from the heartfelt proposal moments ago.

With a gentle yet firm grip, Aarav guided Manvi into the farmhouse, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished wooden floors. Each step seemed to resonate with the weight of their shared history and the newfound hope for their future together. The air was filled with anticipation and the lingering aroma of fresh flowers and candles from the proposal setup outside.

Inside the bedroom, Aarav gently lifted Manvi into his arms, her eyes locked onto his with unwavering trust and affection. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the strength and warmth of his embrace as he carried her towards the bed. The room itself seemed to hold its breath in reverence to the moment unfolding — a culmination of their journey through pain, forgiveness, and now, a promise of love renewed.

As they entered the bedroom, soft rays of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over them, symbolizing the beginning of a new chapter. Aarav laid Manvi down gently on the bed, their eyes never leaving each other's. Words seemed unnecessary in that tender moment; their hearts spoke volumes as they embraced, their souls finding solace and healing in each other's presence.

Aarav's kiss lingered softly on Manvi's lips, a tender exchange that spoke of both longing and newfound closeness. As he traced his lips down to her neck, she closed her eyes, feeling a rush of emotions desire mingled with the trust and vulnerability they were beginning to share.

His gentle touch paused momentarily as he looked into her eyes, seeking her consent and understanding. Manvi responded with a serene smile, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his bare chest. As she did, her gaze fell upon the faint scars that crisscrossed his skin, reminders of past wounds that had healed but never fully faded.

Her touch was delicate yet deliberate as she traced her fingers over the scars, each mark telling a silent story of pain endured. Aarav's eyes welled with tears, moved by the depth of her empathy and the unspoken understanding she offered in that simple gesture.

In that moment, the air between them held a profound sense of acceptance and healing. Manvi's touch conveyed not pity but a silent acknowledgment of his past, his struggles, and the strength it took to carry on despite the scars both physical and emotional.

Their eyes met again, reflecting a shared understanding that transcended words. Aarav gently placed his hand over hers, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the compassion and acceptance he found in Manvi's touch. It was a moment of profound connection, where the wounds of the past seemed to lose their sting in the presence of their growing love and acceptance of each other's vulnerabilities.

The room around them seemed to hold its breath, honoring the intimacy of the moment and the healing power of love that was slowly mending their wounded souls.

Manvi's awakening was met with a mixture of disbelief and warmth as she found herself nestled in Aarav's embrace. The reality of their intimate night together began to sink in, stirring a range of emotions within her.

"Good morning, would-be Mrs. Malhotra," Aarav greeted her with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the tenderness of their newfound connection.

Manvi blinked, still processing the whirlwind of events from the previous night. Aarav reached out, his hand gently resting on her neck as he looked at her with unwavering sincerity. "Aaravji... kal sach mein aapne mujhe kidnap karke propose kiya?" she asked, seeking confirmation amidst the haze of her astonishment.