MOHABBAT-E-DIWAANGI ( Book 1)

48. FIRST MORNING

She wanted his help. That was all. A simple request. But instead of offering a hand, he stepped onto the bed, standing before her with a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

Her breath hitched as her gaze locked onto his-deep, unwavering, pulling her into a silent storm she wasn't ready to face. And then, with nothing but a flick of his wrist, he pulled at the cloth between them, the fabric slipping away effortlessly. The sudden movement made her lose balance, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she stumbled.

But before she could fall, Aadish's strong arm caught her. One hand, firm yet gentle, wrapping around her waist, steadying her against him. The world around them blurred. Time slowed. Her fingers clutched him instinctively, and in that fleeting moment, with his face now fully visible, a realization settled between them-heavy, undeniable.

They couldn't escape each other. No matter how much they tried, no matter how hard they fought it, the pull between them was relentless. And they both knew it.

Avantika's gaze finally lifted, drawn toward the wall. And the moment her eyes landed on it, a soft gasp left her lips. Awe shimmered in her expression, her fingers tightening slightly as if anchoring herself to the moment.

Aadish followed her gaze, and as soon as he saw it, his grip loosened. Gently, he helped her stand, his own eyes locking onto the image before them. Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken emotions.

The picture captured a moment so raw, so real-it was as if time had paused within its frame. Aadish was on one knee, a ring in his hand, while his three brothers stood behind him, proud smiles gracing their faces. Their parents stood to the side, arms wrapped around each other, their eyes reflecting nothing but adoration for the scene before them.

It was perfect. The most beautiful image he had ever seen. And for Avantika, it was no different. Emotions swelled in her chest, too overwhelming for words. No sentence, no phrase, could capture what they felt in that instant.

For a while, they simply stood there, absorbing it-letting the emotions settle, letting the warmth of the moment wrap around them like a familiar embrace. And when the weight of the day finally caught up with them, they spent a few more quiet moments together before retreating to sleep, their hearts still tethered to the silent promise that image held.

KI TUJHE PAANE KI KHUSHSI ITNI THI KI HUM ALFAAZ YAAD RKHNA HI BHUL GYE
HUM SATH THE EKSATH THE
SAANSO MEH MIL RHI THI SAANSE TUMHARI
TUM MILOGE YE KAHA KHWAHISH THI HUMARI

As the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, its golden rays bathed their pyaar bhara aashiyana (love-filled home) in a warm glow. The world outside had begun to stir, but within these walls, time moved at its own slow, sweet pace.

It was their first morning together. A moment neither of them had ever imagined would feel this surreal.

Aadish had been awake for what felt like an eternity, his gaze fixed on the woman beside him. There was something mesmerizing about the way she slept-peaceful, unguarded, completely his. He had lost count of how many mornings he had dreamed of this, and now that it was real, he couldn't look away.

A soft smirk played on his lips as he leaned closer, his voice a husky murmur, "Good morning, biwi." (wife)

She barely stirred, only mumbling a lazy, half-asleep "Good morning" before snuggling deeper into the warmth of the blanket.

But he wasn't one to back down. With a playful glint in his eyes, he began pressing gentle kisses across her face-her forehead, her closed eyelids, her soft cheeks-until his lips found the tip of her nose, where he lingered just long enough to make her squirm.