You Complete me

You belong to me!

After a week of waiting, the celebration day finally arrived! Sia was more excited than a kid in a candy store, while Ranvir looked like he was still waking up from a nap. The house was a complete disaster, and she was zooming around like a pinball in a machine. "Oh my goodness! There’s still so much to do! How am I going to finish this and make it to the ceremony?" In just 10 minutes, she had made about 100 trips from the hall to the kitchen, then to the bedroom, the bathroom, and back again. She was so giddy that she couldn’t even keep her own whirlwind of activity under control!Ranvir swooped in like a ninja and snagged her from behind. Sia, not amused, shot back, "Not now, Ranvir! I've got a mountain of chores to conquer and a ticking clock! Let me finish my mission!" "What chores?" Ranvir inquired, looking as clueless as a cat in a dog park. Sia, eyes wide as saucers, blurted out, "What chores? Are you kidding me? The house looks like a tornado hit it! The floor is a crime scene, laundry is auditioning for a horror movie, the dishes are staging a rebellion, and I haven't even started on dinner!"
Just when Sia was about to spill her guts, Ranvir swooped in like a dramatic movie star, "Hold up! First, let’s do some breathing exercises. Inhale, exhale, and just chillax!" Sia took a deep breath, puffing like a little engine that could. "Feeling any better?" Ranvir asked, raising an eyebrow. Sia nodded, but her nerves were still throwing a wild party. "But Ranvir, everything is a complete train wreck!" With a flourish, Ranvir guided her to the sofa and handed her a glass of water, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.
He exclaimed, "Nah! All is peachy! We’ll tackle this together, right? You whip up the grub, and I’ll tackle the dishes like a superhero! Laundry? Pfft, it can chill for a bit. I’ll handle the room cleaning while you play fashion designer for tonight!"
With a little gasp, Sia exclaimed, "Oh no!" Ranvir looked over and asked, "What’s the matter?" Sia fretted, "What should I wear, Ranvir?" She opened her wardrobe and began her search for the perfect outfit. She flipped through her dresses and sarees, but nothing caught her eye. Meanwhile, Ranvir sprawled on the bed like a king and suggested, "My queen, why not try that lovely blue saree?" Sia replied, "Oh, my king! I don’t have a blue saree!" "Why not check the third shelf?" he encouraged. As Sia reached for the third shelf, she found a bag. When she opened it, a gorgeous blue silk saree revealed itself. Her eyes sparkled with delight! She jumped onto the bed and hugged Ranvir tightly. He laughed and said, "How could I let my queen feel sad on such a wonderful occasion?"

After tidying up their home and finishing all the household tasks, both Ranvir and Sia began to prepare for the evening ahead. Even after that much time of marriage, Ranvir cherished Sia's need for personal space, allowing her to use the bedroom while he got ready in the hall. In a moment of forgetfulness, he left his watch behind and gently knocked on the door. "Come in, I’m ready!" Sia called out. As he stepped inside, his breath caught in his throat, and his heart raced with delight. Sia stood before him, a vision of beauty that took his breath away. Draped in a stunning blue saree that accentuated her fair skin, she radiated both innocence and divinity. The soft nude lipstick she wore complemented her features perfectly, and her flowing hair framed her face like a halo. In that moment, Ranvir felt as if he were a young boy, experiencing the thrill of his first crush all over again.

Meanwhile, Sia's heart danced to a similar rhythm. Ranvir stood before her, draped in a sleek grey suit that clung to his well-defined body with an elegance that was hard to ignore. The top button of his shirt was carelessly undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned chest, while his strong hands seemed to draw her in, stealing her breath away. With every passing second, Sia felt her love for him blossom like a delicate flower. The warmth of Ranvir's gaze, filled with affection for her, painted the moment in hues of romance that enveloped them both.

Ranvir maintained his composure, fully aware that Sia was lost in his allure. He drew closer, a mischievous smirk gracing his lips as he teased, "Ufff... Here we go again, you can’t help yourself, can you?" Sia's cheeks ignited with a rosy hue. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her voice laced with romance as she confessed, "You’re just so captivating that I can’t tear my gaze away. And it suits you so well." With a gentle caress, Ranvir tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his voice a sultry whisper, "Really? You think I look that good?" Sia nodded, her eyes shimmering with affection.
Ranvir flashed a grin and playfully jabbed, "Hey, did you know a whole bunch of girls are about to show up? What if I end up being their Prince Charming?" Sia, now a seasoned pro at Ranvir's antics, smirked back, "Well, I’ll just have to see which one of them has the most dashing husband!" Ranvir's jaw dropped in disbelief, and Sia couldn't help but crack up at his priceless reaction.
As Sia prepared to step away, Ranvir captured her hands, pulling her into his embrace with an urgency that took her breath away. In a heartbeat, his lips crashed onto hers, and he began to kiss her with a hunger that felt like a claim rather than a mere touch. One hand tenderly held her face, while the other roamed her bare back, sending shivers down her spine. Sia was left gasping, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all. She was still entranced by his captivating presence, and now this kiss had her completely at his mercy. Her fingers tangled in his hair, drawn deeper into the intoxicating moment.
As Ranvir noticed Sia's struggle for breath, he instinctively drew back, yet their faces lingered so close that they could feel the heat of each other's exhalations. Sia was desperate to escape the intensity of the moment, but Ranvir had other intentions. He seized her waist, his lips beginning a slow, sensual journey from her shoulder to her neck. Each kiss was a gentle caress, undressing her with a fervor that ignited her senses. From her shoulder to her neck, and then along her jawline, Sia felt as if she were floating in bliss. She wished for this enchanting moment to last forever. With a few more tender strokes, Ranvir found her collarbone, lavishing it with a lingering kiss that made Sia gasp, "Ranvir!" He pulled back, his eyes sparkling as he noticed the red mark left behind. With a devilish grin, he leaned in closer, whispering seductively, "Always remember, my love, no one—absolutely no one—can ever take you from me. You belong to me." With a shy demeanor, Sia pressed her face into his chest, drinking in the captivating scent of his cologne. She was trying to escape the spell of this intoxicating moment, her breath still labored as she cherished the delightful presence of her husband. Ranvir enveloped her in a soft hug, a silent promise of care and affection. He knew he had teased her a bit too much, and now he sought to ease her nerves with the soothing comfort of his embrace. After a few minutes, the spell wore off like a bad haircut, and Sia snapped back to reality. She suddenly yelled, "What in the world did you do, Ranvir?!" Ranvir, now looking like a deer caught in headlights, took a step back and stared at her, utterly baffled.