Title: His Arranged Marriage

part 1 to 5

Part 1: The Meeting

Naina Sharma sat at the café table, nervously twisting her fingers as she waited to meet her soon-to-be husband. She had no idea what to expect from Arjun Rathod, the man her parents had deemed "perfect" for her. From what she had heard, he was confident, successful, and had a personality larger than life.

When he finally walked in, she felt her cheeks warm. He was undeniably handsome, with a charming smile that made her pulse race. But the look in his eyes-mischievous, teasing-made her feel completely unprepared.

"Naina, right?" he asked, sliding into the seat across from her. His gaze lingered a little too long, and he leaned in closer than necessary. "I must say, I wasn't expecting my bride-to-be to be so... breathtaking."

She blushed, averting her eyes, but he didn't let her look away for long. "Are you always this shy?" he whispered, his tone playful. "Or is it just me?"

"I-I'm not shy," she stammered, trying to gather herself.

"Oh? So if I said you had the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, you wouldn't blush?" His smirk grew as he watched her cheeks turn an even darker shade of red.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "I'll take that as a yes."

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Part 2: The Wedding Day

Their wedding day arrived, and Naina's heart pounded as she saw Arjun waiting for her at the altar. He looked at her like she was the only woman in the room, and the way his eyes roamed over her made her feel like she was already his.

When they exchanged vows, Arjun leaned in, whispering, "You know, Mrs. Rathod, I can't wait to get to know you better tonight." His words sent a shiver through her, making her almost forget where they were.

After the ceremony, during their photos, Arjun couldn't help but tease her, leaning close as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Smile for the camera, Mrs. Rathod. Though I think I'll be smiling more once we're alone," he murmured with a wicked grin.

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Part 3: The First Night

Later, when they were finally alone, Naina found herself feeling both nervous and strangely exhilarated. Arjun seemed to sense her tension, but instead of calming her, he leaned in with a smirk. "Relax, sweetheart. I don't bite... unless you want me to."

Her heart raced as he closed the space between them, his hand resting gently on her waist. "Why so tense? Am I really that intimidating?" he teased, his voice dropping to a whisper as his fingers traced small circles on her back.

She tried to respond, but her words came out as a flustered mumble, and he laughed softly. "I think I might have too much fun teasing you, Naina."

Just as her nerves reached their peak, he pulled back, his gaze softening. "But seriously," he said quietly, "I promise I'll go slow. We've got all the time in the world." And for the first time, Naina felt a sense of calm settle in.

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Part 4: Settling Into Married Life

As they settled into married life, Arjun's flirtatious nature continued to keep her on edge in ways she'd never experienced. He seemed to have a knack for catching her off guard, whether it was a quick kiss on the cheek in the kitchen or his low murmurs when they were alone.

One morning, she found him leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Good morning, Mrs. Rathod," he greeted her. "Did you dream about me?"

She rolled her eyes, trying to play it cool. "No, I slept just fine, thank you."

He feigned a wounded expression. "Ouch. I'll just have to try harder, won't I?" And with that, he slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close enough that she could feel his warmth.

"Arjun!" she protested, her face heating up, but he only chuckled.

"What? A husband can't hug his wife?" he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You'll get used to it, sweetheart."

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Part 5: The Teasing Continues

Arjun seemed to delight in her reactions, whether it was giving her sly winks in public or sneaking up behind her when she least expected it. But what surprised Naina the most was how much she found herself looking forward to his attention, even if it left her flustered.

One night, as they were getting ready for bed, he caught her watching him. "Like what you see?" he teased, raising an eyebrow. She looked away quickly, but he wasn't about to let her off the hook.

"Come on, admit it," he coaxed, his voice warm and playful. "I know you're just as curious about me as I am about you."

Her voice barely a whisper, she finally said, "Maybe a little."

He grinned, pleased with her answer. "That's all I needed to hear," he murmured, and in one swift movement, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

As she felt his touch, she realized that despite his flirtatious words and bold gestures, there was a softness beneath his teasing, a care that made her feel... cherished.

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To Be Continued...