Drenched Heart's

Cup of Love

They both settled into the car, and as soon as the door closed, Anjali let out a big sigh, finally releasing the tension she had been holding onto all evening.

Aryan glanced at her, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "That sigh was loud enough to shake the car," he joked.

Anjali leaned her head back against the seat, smiling. "Mai itna nervous thi bus ye soch rahi thi ki kuch galat na bol du (I was so nervous. I kept thinking, 'What if I say something wrong?)"

Aryan reached over, gently taking her hand. "You were perfect. You have nothing to worry about."

She turned to look at him, her heart full. "Your mom is really sweet. I felt so welcome... like I already belong."

He squeezed her hand, his voice softening. "You do belong, Bun. My family loves you, and so do I."

With that, he started the car to drop her home. As he drove, Aryan reached for her hand, bringing it towards him and placing a soft kiss on her fingers before holding it tightly. His other hand remained on the steering wheel, steady and in control.

Outside, the weather had turned cool, the breeze gently swaying the trees as the night settled in. The quiet hum of the car and the peaceful surroundings made the moment feel even more intimate.

"Mr.Taneja Chai ho jaye? (Mr. Taneja, how about some chai?)" she asked, glancing at the weather and then at him with a playful smile.

"As you wish My lord," he replied, turning the car toward a nearby tea stall.

They both stepped out of the car, the cool evening breeze brushing against them as they made their way to the small roadside stall. The smell of freshly brewed tea filled the air, mixing with the earthy scent of rain-soaked ground.

Aryan leaned against the car, watching Anjali as she ordered two cups. She stood there, her hair slightly tousled by the wind, her face glowing under the dim streetlights. He couldn't help but smile at how effortlessly beautiful she looked in the moment.

Anjali handed him a cup, her fingers brushing against his as she did. "To chai and us," she said, raising her cup for a toast.

Aryan chuckled, tapping his cup gently against hers. "To chai and us," he echoed, taking a sip and feeling the warmth spread through him—not just from the tea, but from the feeling of having her by his side.

"I can't wait to become Mr. Verma," Aryan said, taking a sip of his chai.

"Huh?" Anjali looked at him, clearly confused.

"Aise kyu dekh rahi ho?(Why are you looking at me like that?)" he teased with a smirk. 

"Agr tum Mrs.taneja banogi toh mai bhi toh Mr.verma banuga na,haina?(If you're becoming Mrs. Taneja, then I'll obviously become Mr. Verma, right?)"

Anjali rolled her eyes, laughing. "That's not how it works, Mr. Taneja."

Anjali shook her head, smiling at his playful comment. "Tumhe sach mai lagta tha ye aise work hota hai ?(You really thought it work like this, huh?)"

Aryan grinned, leaning in closer. "Tumahre liye sare  rules change karne ko taiyar hu (For you, I'm ready to change all the rules.)"

She blushed, taking a sip of her chai to hide her smile. The weather around them had grown cooler, a light drizzle beginning to fall. They stood under the small tin roof of the tea stall, the scent of rain mingling with the aroma of chai, creating a moment of perfect calm between them.