The wedding date was set for four weeks away, and the entire hall shimmered with happiness. Amidst the joyful atmosphere, the two lovebirds exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with love.
As time passed, it was time for dinner, and Anjali volunteered to prepare the meal with Arushi offering to help her.
In the kitchen, Anjali focused on kneading the dough when Arushi excused herself, "Mai washroom se aati hoon." Anjali hummed in acknowledgment, trying to brush a loose strand of hair out of her face while concentrating on the dough.
Suddenly, she felt strong, familiar arms wrap around her waist and warm breaths caress her neck, her hair tied up in a loose bun.
"A-Aryan, koi dekh lega," she whispered, attempting to pull away slightly, but feeling herself captivated by his hold.
"Koi nahi dekhega," he murmured in a low, husky voice,
"Aahan bahar baat kar raha hai, aur Mom aur Maa, Papa pandit ji ke saath hain." He planted a soft kiss on her neck as she tilted her head, allowing him to lean in closer.
"Mmm," she murmured, a soft moan escaping her as he turned her around, caging her between his arms. Their eyes met, and he gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. Suddenly, Anjali grabbed a handful of flour and playfully smeared it across his cheek, catching him off guard.
As he loosened his grip in surprise, she dodged his arms, sticking her tongue out teasingly before darting to the other side of the counter while Aryan circled around from the opposite end.
"Mom!" he called out, pretending to look behind her. Instinctively, Anjali glanced back, and in that split second, he pulled her back into his arms. This time, his grip was firm, leaving no space between them.
"Ab kaha jaogi?" he whispered, his gaze shifting to her lips and then back to her eyes. He leaned closer, his face mere inches from hers. She closed her eyes, her heartbeat quickening as he rubbed his flour-dusted cheek against hers, leaving a trail on her skin.
Just as their lips were almost touching, they were startled by the sound of a vase falling. Both turned to see Arushi standing there, eyes wide, with Aahan behind her, followed by two servants—and both of their parents watching with bemused expressions.
They quickly cleared their throats, stepping apart, both of their faces flushed as red as tomatoes. Aryan scratched his head sheepishly, while Anjali covered her face, trying to hide her blush.
Arushi burst into laughter. "Ahem! Toh ye hai dinner ki secret recipe?"
Aahan grinned, adding, "Haan, kafi spicy lag raha hai."
Their parents exchanged amused glances, while Aryan and Anjali tried to keep their cool, feeling the heat of embarrassment mixed with affection.
"Mai—mai phone aa raha hai, main aata hoon—" Aryan stammered, trying to make his escape. But Mr. Verma chuckled and said,
"Mujhe toh lagta hai, hum jaldi hi nana-nani banenge!" he teased, casting a knowing look at Aryan.
"And I'll be dadi," Aryan's mom added with a laugh. "Lekin Aryan, rasmon ke sivaye aur shaadi se pehle tum dono mil nahi sakte," she reminded with a playful yet firm tone.
Aryan looked over at Anjali, who was already gazing at him, a hint of mischief and longing in her eyes. "Par mom—" he began, only to be interrupted.
"Ye rivaz hai, beta," his mom insisted with a wink.
Aahan, never one to miss a beat, chimed in dramatically, "Haye! Toh main chachu kaise banunga agar ye milenge hi nahi?"
Arushi nudged him with her elbow, shaking her head. "Budhu, shaadi ke baad ban jayega chachu,".
With a smirk, Aahan leaned in close and whispered to Arushi, "Vaise tum kya banogi? Mausi ya chachi?"
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she glanced away, playfully shoving him to hide her blush.As the evening drew to a close, it was time for Anjali's family to leave. Aryan walked Anjali to the door, their eyes locking in a silent promise. He gently squeezed her hand, and with a soft smile, she mouthed, "Soon."
As they reached home, Anjali and Arushi headed to Anjali's room after chatting with her parents. Arushi, who would be staying for a while as her house was under renovation, dropped onto the bed with a dramatic sigh.
"Huhhh," she exhaled, sprawling out comfortably, while Anjali sat at her dressing table, removing her earrings.
"Vaise, soon-to-be Mrs. Taneja," Arushi teased, scrolling through songs on her phone.
"Tu Ary—uh, jija ji ko shaadi ke baad kaise bulayegi? Mtlb, pati ka naam toh nahi lete na?"
Anjali grinned, got up, and extended her hand, silently asking for the phone. She selected a song and, with a playful smile, started singing along:
"A-Ji O-Ji Hum Naa Kahenge, Hum To Isharon Mein Baatein Karenge... Sab jaise apne unko bulaate hain waise hum naa bulaayenge."
Arushi burst out laughing, clapping along as Anjali did a little spin, clearly reveling in the teasing and anticipation.
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Romance"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
