Unveiled promises

.10.

×It is complicated×

|RUHI|

"You are absolutely stunning, Mrs. Deshmukh," the makeup artist complimented me as she finished her work.

"Thank you," I replied, gazing at my reflection in the mirror. The artist had truly outdone herself. My black, fitted strapless dress hugged my curves perfectly, with a plunging V-neckline that emphasized my collarbones. The thigh-high slit added a touch of bold allure, just the right balance between elegance and sensuality.

I had been instructed to wear a heavy ball gown, but, as always, I preferred to do things my own way. After all, it was my reception, and I was determined to wear what I felt best in.

"Would you consider working with us again for other events?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Give my manager your contact details. She'll definitely get in touch whenever I need your expertise," I replied, offering a generous tip for the amazing work she had done.

Once they left, I waited, knowing it wouldn't be long before someone called for me.

A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Madam, Aarav Sir is asking for you," the servant announced.

"Tell him I'm calling him here," I responded, frustration bubbling up. Why was it always expected for me to make the first move in these situations? Would I have to walk down alone in front of the media?

Just a few moments later, I heard familiar footsteps approaching the door.

"May I come in, if you're ready?" Aarav's voice was calm, yet his presence was undeniable.

"Yes," I said, turning toward the mirror one last time to adjust myself. I could feel his presence before he even spoke again.

"You like rebelling, don't you?" he said as he moved behind me, his hands at my waist as he gently turned me toward him, pulling me close.

I met his gaze directly, unflinching.

"What's your point?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"You think you're making some kind of statement, don't you?" His tone was more dominant now. "Do you think it bothers me?" he asked, his smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"It's bothering you already, dear husband," I retorted, narrowing my eyes at him.

"You're mistaken, dear wife. You're looking incredibly beautiful tonight, and I can't even begin to tell you what's running through my mind right now," he said with a mischievous smile, his gaze darkening slightly.

I took a step back, suddenly feeling a wave of warmth at his compliment. But before anything else could happen, he bent down to pick up his phone.

"Not just yet, wifey," he said, as I opened my eyes in realization.

I adjusted myself in the mirror, quickly regaining composure. "Shall we?" he asked, offering me his arm.

I took it, and together, we descended the stairs, only to be met by a crowd of people and flashing cameras. The whole mansion seemed to be buzzing with excitement.

"Just smile and be confident," Aarav whispered, flashing a reassuring smile as we made our way through the sea of cameras.

I felt an unexpected surge of confidence. Today, it was all about me-being the center of attention, my every step and glance captured by the media. It was almost like a dream come true, though it was all wrapped up in a very different reality than the one I had imagined in my childhood.