AbhiMaan: The Alchemy

3. King of My Heart

Thank you so much for the lovely responses on the previous chapters. It motivated me to write a new one even quicker. Here we go! This chapter is a flashback, so I hope you don't get confused.
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AbhiMaan's Wedding Day, Post Vidya fiasco

Armaan and Abhira sat on the floor of their room, back resting against the foot of the bed as she leaned her head on his shoulder, silent tears escaping her eyes. Armaan gripped her hands tightly like a lifeline, moving his thumb over her knuckles to remind him that she was by his side. Another tear escaped his eye and landed on Abhira's arm.

She looked up at him and cupped his cheek, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Yeh kya ho gaya aaj Armaan? Today was supposed to be such a happy day for us. But first Ruhi, and now Ma..." she said, her voice feeble due to the tears.

"Humari toh kismat hi kharab hai Abhira. Whenever we are happy, someone comes in between and spoils it for us. It's our wedding night and look at us! Instead of celebrating, we are sitting on the floor crying. I am so sorry for spoiling your special day, baby." He replied, kissing her palm that was on his cheek as an apology by tilting his face.

"Shh. Are you mad, Armaan? It wasn't just my special day. It was ours. You don't have to apologise for anything." She raised her head and touched their foreheads together as streams of tears still escaped their eyes.

They sat like that for hours, just holding and comforting each other. Armaan had internal monologues going on, and he knew that he couldn't let his new bride be sad. He had vowed never to let her cry, and he wasn't going to break that after mere hours of making it. He stood up from the spot, startling Abhira, who was also lost in her own mind.

"Utho." He placed his hands in front of her. She gripped them, and he pulled her up, embracing her in a warm, tight hug. "Today is our suhaagraat. I'm not gonna spoil that. I love you. You are my life, my world Abhira." He mumbled into her hair, gripping her tighter in his arms. She inhaled deeply. "I love you too, Armaan. So much. You are my home."

"Toh fir, chaliye Sharma Ji! I mean- Mrs. Poddar, let's get ready for bed. " He took her to the dressing table, making her sit on the chair in front of the mirror. He unpinned her dupatta from the head, placing a kiss over the place where the item was secured.

Next, he moved to remove the maangtika, a grin gracing his face looking at the sindoor and followed that with a kiss on her forehead. Abhira blushed, her face matching the color of her lehenga as he lifted her arms, slowly sliding down the bangles from her arms and kissing her fingers, inside of her wrist with each step. He slid his hand from her arm to her face, caressing her jawline and touching her earrings. He removed them, too, giving whisper-soft kisses on both ears, making her giggle.

His hands moved towards the necklace, slowly loosening it from the back as it fell down to her chest, his face hovering on her neck as he audibly inhaled, placing small kisses on her neck. She closed her eyes at those ministrations and brought her hands to his hair, running her fingers through them.

"Armaan..." She said breathlessly, and he hummed drowsily, too lost in her. "Armaan," She repeated, and he moved away, pulling out the necklace from her neck. Next, he started removing the hairpins from her hair and undid the neat updo, making her hair cascade downwards. He floated his fingers through her hair, inhaling them too, the smell of her lavender shampoo pulling him in a haze.

His hands roamed towards the back of her blouse, loosening the dori with a single pull. She whimpered as the blouse fell off her shoulders and whispered, "Take me to bed, Armaan." He took a breath of relief and muttered a soft "finally," swiftly picked her up, and placed her on their bed as they lost themselves in a night of union.