Unexpectly Yours:The Journey Of An Arranged Marriage

PART 38

[The very next day kavya using her contacts in media got the clips of Aparna trying to molest Abhay and immediately filed a legal complaint and since the proofs and evidence/witness from the team members.....she was as immediately suspended even before she could use media against them]

[It's been a few days since the incident with Aparna, and although Abhay has tried to move on, the weight of that day still lingers. Kavya, ever perceptive, notices the subtle changes in him—the way he reaches for her hand more often, the way he hugs her tightly as if afraid to let go.]

[It's early morning, and Kavya wakes up before Abhay. She looks over to see him still asleep, his arm draped possessively around her waist, holding her close even in his sleep. There's a peacefulness on his face, but she can sense the vulnerability lingering beneath. She gently strokes his hair, a soft smile tugging at her lips.]

Kavya (thinking): He's been through so much, but I'll make sure he knows I'm always here.

[She carefully untangles herself from his embrace and heads to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As she's busy cooking, she feels familiar arms wrap around her from behind.]

Abhay (sleepily, his voice muffled against her neck): "Where'd you go? I woke up and you weren't there."

[Kavya smiles, leaning back into his chest.]

Kavya: "I'm just making breakfast, sleepyhead. Go sit, I'll bring it out in a minute."

[But Abhay doesn't let go. Instead, he tightens his grip, resting his chin on her shoulder. There's a subtle neediness in his touch, a silent plea for her to stay close.]

Abhay: "No, I want to stay like this. You feel warm."

[Kavya chuckles softly but her heart swells with affection. She can feel how much he needs her right now, and she's more than willing to be his comfort.]

Kavya (playfully): "Alright, but if I burn the toast, it's on you."

[He chuckles softly, pressing a light kiss to her neck before finally loosening his grip.]

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[Later that day, Kavya notices just how clingy Abhay has become. Whenever they're together, his hand seems to find hers. If she's sitting on the couch, he'll drape himself over her lap, playing with her fingers or resting his head on her shoulder.]

[At first, Kavya is surprised by how touchy he's become, but soon she realizes that this is how he's coping. His touches, the way he leans into her, are his way of seeking reassurance and grounding himself after the unsettling incident.]

[that evening, as Kavya works on some social media updates for the team on the couch, Abhay lazily stretches out beside her, resting his head on her lap. She raises an eyebrow but says nothing, feeling the familiar warmth of his closeness. Her fingers absentmindedly weave through his hair as she focuses on her work, her movements soothing.]

Abhay (with a playful grin): "You know, this feels nice. You should make it a habit."

Kavya (with a smirk): "What? Me doing your hair while you act like a baby?"

[Abhay chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest.]

Abhay: "Exactly. It's the little things, right?"

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[Later in the week, Kavya is preparing dinner in the kitchen when Abhay sneaks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She freezes for a second, the unexpected warmth of his body against hers making her heart skip a beat. She feels his chin rest on her shoulder as he leans in, nuzzling the side of her neck.]