MOHABBAT-E-DIWAANGI ( Book 1)

38. first step [part1]

HAPPY READING YRRAS .....🎀

avantika's pov

I don't remember much about what happened last night after we fell asleep there. Everything feels like a blur, like fragments of a dream that slip away the moment you try to hold on to them. I just know that the place might not have been the safest, yet it carried a strange kind of peace, a sukoon that wrapped around us like a comforting embrace. Maybe it was the company, the way we laughed until our stomachs hurt, or the way, for a few stolen hours, we forgot about every problem weighing on our hearts.

We lived in those moments, truly lived-without overthinking, without holding back. It was the kind of night that felt infinite, where time didn't matter, and the world outside ceased to exist. But even in all that joy, there was a missing piece, an absence that lingered like an unfinished melody. We missed Armaan bhai. His presence, his laughter, the way he would have added to our madness. No matter how perfect the night felt, without him, it wasn't quite whole.

I came to my senses when I felt his lips on mine. For a moment, I thought maybe I was dreaming, that in my sleep, I had imagined him pouring his heart into a kiss. But no-this was real. His touch was warm, his breath steady, and the way he held me sent shivers down my spine.

He's a gentleman, always has been. If he kissed me, it wasn't just a fleeting moment of impulse-it meant he felt the same way I did. And then, ab jab shaadi ke liye haan kar hi diya hai, to itna to banta hi hai, yrr (now that I have already agreed to marry him, this much is justified, right?). Aur bhi jab bande ne khud shuru kiya ho... (Especially when he was the one who started it...)

The moment he passionately reciprocated, all my doubts melted away. His touch spoke volumes, his kiss carrying emotions deeper than words ever could. In that moment, I felt whole-like every missing piece of me had finally fallen into place.

And my cute Luci-he's just so wonderful, so baby-like. His eyes speak a thousand emotions, even in our very first meeting, as if he already knew me, as if he belonged with me.

As he came closer, letting me shower him with love, his soft fur felt like the most comforting thing to touch. He was so adorable, so warm, making me fall for his innocence even more.

After some time, as we sat on the bed, lost in conversation, I didn't even realize when time slipped away. Mr. R was on my left, my baby Luci on my right, and somewhere between words and silence, we drifted off to sleep. Mr. R was still in my lap, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me as if even in sleep, he didn't want to let go.

And the most embarrassing moment was when my eyes opened, only to find Maa and Baba Sa standing right in front of me... watching.

My heart nearly stopped. For a second, I didn't know whether to breathe, hide, or just vanish into thin air. Mr. R was still holding me, Luci was curled up beside me, and the whole scene must have looked like something straight out of a dramatic novel. The silence was deafening, and I could feel my face heating up with every passing second.

But finally-somehow, miraculously-I managed to escape that situation. I don't even remember what excuse I blurted out, but whatever it was, it worked. All I know is that I ran faster than my dignity could recover!

After Aadish left, Aunty took me to another room, and the moment I stepped inside, I was stunned. The entire room was decorated in white flowers from top to bottom, their soft petals filling the air with a delicate fragrance. It felt almost unreal-like stepping into a dream.

I stood there, completely shocked, my eyes trying to take in the beauty of it all. The way the flowers draped over every corner, the way they added a sense of peace and purity to the space-it was breathtaking. For a moment, I forgot everything else and just let myself get lost in the sheer elegance of it.