Unexpectly Yours:The Journey Of An Arranged Marriage

Part 42

Abhay stands in front of the mirror, fiddling with his sherwani, clearly struggling to fasten the buttons. His expression is one of frustration, his fingers fumbling with the intricate fabric. Meanwhile, Kavya, only half-dressed in a saree, is on the phone, focused on a work call, pacing the room as she talks. Her hair is still undone, no makeup or jewelry yet, but she's too distracted to notice the time slipping away.

Abhay(grumbling under his breath, struggling with the last button): "Kavya... can you help me? This sherwani's impossible."

*Kavya, engrossed in her call, absentmindedly walks over to him without a second thought. She stands in front of him, barely paying attention as her fingers deftly start fastening the buttons.*

Kavya(still on the phone, her voice distracted): "Yes, I understand. We'll have it sorted by tomorrow... no, no problem at all. I'll send you the files by tonight."

*Her hands work quickly, but her focus is entirely on the conversation, not realizing how close she's standing to Abhay. Her fingers brush lightly against his chest as she fastens each button. Abhay's heart quickens at the touch, but he can tell she's completely unaware of the moment she's creating.*

*She finishes buttoning him up, steps back without even a glance, and walks off to continue her call, leaving Abhay standing there, staring after her, feeling a pang of disappointment. He's grown so used to their little moments of closeness, her touch bringing him comfort. But now, she's distant, distracted by her responsibilities.*

*He watches as she continues to pace the room, still talking into the phone. His frustration turns into a quiet determination. If she's too busy to notice him, he'll make sure they share a moment before the ceremony.*

*He walks over to her as she finishes her call, and without saying a word, he gently takes her hand, pulling her to sit on the edge of the bed.*

Kavya(surprised, looking up at him): "Abhi? What are you doing? I still need to get dressed..."

*But Abhay doesn't answer. Instead, he picks up the jewelry box from the dresser, gently opening it. He takes out her earrings and softly brushes her hair aside, placing one of them against her ear. Kavya blinks in surprise, her breath catching as she realizes what he's doing. His touch is gentle, his eyes focused entirely on her.*

*Abhay works slowly, fastening each earring carefully. He pauses for a moment, his fingers brushing her cheek as he adjusts them, his gaze never leaving her face. Kavya feels her heart skip a beat. There's something so intimate, so tender about the way he's helping her, and for the first time that evening, she feels the weight of the moment.*

Kavya(softly, almost whispering): "Abhi... you don't have to do this."

*But Abhay only smiles, a soft, almost shy smile, as he picks up her necklace next. He steps behind her, gently sweeping her hair to one side. His fingers are warm as they brush against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. As he fastens the necklace around her neck, his fingers linger just a moment longer than necessary.*

Abhay(his voice low and sincere): "I want to."

*Kavya's heart races, her breath catching as she feels the weight of the necklace settle against her collarbone. She looks up at him through the mirror, their eyes meeting. In that moment, the world outside seems to fade away. It's just the two of them, standing in their room, wrapped in a quiet, unspoken understanding.*

*Abhay moves around to face her, gently taking her chin in his hand as he tilts her head slightly to adjust the necklace. His thumb lightly grazes her jaw, sending a warm flush through her cheeks. Kavya swallows hard, her pulse quickening. She had been so focused on everything else, so wrapped up in her duties, that she hadn't realized how much she had missed moments like this with him.*

Kavya(her voice softer now, a little shy): "Thank you."

*Abhay doesn't say anything. Instead, he leans in closer, his forehead lightly brushing against hers. For a moment, they stay like that, their breaths mingling, the closeness between them growing with each passing second. There's a tension in the air, but it's not uncomfortable. It's warm, intimate. Neither of them moves to break it.*

Abhay(whispering, his voice barely audible): "I missed this... I missed you."

*Kavya's heart clenches at his words. She hadn't realized how much he needed her, how much he craved their moments of closeness. She looks up at him, her eyes softening as she reaches out, gently placing her hand on his chest.*

Kavya(whispering back): "I'm sorry. I've been so caught up... I didn't mean to push you away."

*Abhay shakes his head slightly, his hand coming up to rest on top of hers. He squeezes her hand gently, a reassuring smile playing on his lips.*

Abhay: "It's okay. You were just being you... but let me have this moment, just for us."

*With that, he leans down and presses a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. Kavya closes her eyes, leaning into his touch, her body relaxing as she lets herself be held by him. The warmth of his lips against her skin sends a wave of comfort through her, and for the first time that day, she feels truly grounded.*

*They stand there for a moment longer, wrapped in each other's presence, the outside world forgotten. Eventually, Kavya opens her eyes, her fingers tightening their hold on his shirt as she smiles softly.*

Kavya(teasing lightly)*: "We still need to get ready, you know?"

*Abhay chuckles softly, but his hands stay on her waist, not wanting to let her go just yet.*

*Abhay: "Let them wait a few more minutes. I just need this. I need you."

*Kavya's heart swells at his words. She knows they'll have to go soon, but for now, in this quiet moment, she's content to stay in his arms, feeling the warmth and comfort they share, knowing that even in the midst of the chaos, they'll always find each other again.*

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