𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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¤Where are you, Shiv?¤
▪︎Amaira's Pov▪︎

"Will you all just move the hell away from the door already!"
Shiv's frustrated voice echoed from outside our room, and I bit down a laugh, covering my mouth.

After the wedding and dinner with the family, we finally came here.
Well—I did.
Shiv is still stranded outside, because his oh-so loving buddies and Aditi decided it was the perfect time to harass him one last time.

"Move aside, idiots." he growled.
"I swear, I'll pay whatever you want."

"Ooo, desperate much?" Aditi teased, and I could just picture her smug little grin.
"Hand over the goods, bhai or should I say, dear jiju."

"Is this good enough?" Shiv said flatly, and the silence that followed made me suspicious.

"OH MY GOD, is that a black card?!" Aditi screeched in shock.

"Take it, rob me blind—I don't care. Let me in. My wife is waiting."

I blushed instantly at his words.
Shiv, please.

"Oof! RAHA NAHI JAATA!! TADAP HI AISI HAII.." Vivek bhai teased, laughing.

"Let him through before he breaks the door down." Sumit bhai added, trying not to laugh.

"All the best, Bhai!" Aditi yelled, louder this time.
"AMY, ENJOYYYYY! First night and all~"

I heard their footsteps finally moving away, the door creaking open behind me.

I stood in the middle of the room, heart thumping, palms fidgety.
This room, the same one that felt like any other before...
Suddenly felt different.

It felt like something new.
Something safe.
Something like home.

And now it was ours—officially.

Just then, I heard the door unlock... and then click shut.
My back was still facing it.
But I didn't turn around—because I didn't need to.
I could feel him.

Ashvik.

His presence wrapped around me even before his arms did.
Then suddenly, I was consumed—his arms slid around my waist, pulling me back into him, his face buried in the crook of my neck.
His fingers lightly traced over the bare skin of my waist, making me shiver under his touch.

We were both still in our wedding outfits—me, in that heavy, stunning lehenga, and him, in his sherwani that still smelled faintly of sandalwood and something uniquely him.

"Finally," he whispered into my neck, his voice husky with emotion.
"I'm your fucking husband now. Mr. Ashvik Amaira Rai Singhania. God, I love the way that sounds."

He placed a tender kiss on the back of my head.

I smiled, eyes fluttering closed as I leaned into him.
Slowly, I turned in his arms, resting my head against his chest, where his heartbeat thundered—steady, warm, and familiar.
I wrapped my arms around him too, just holding him.

"I love you, Shiv." I murmured softly.

We pulled back slightly, our eyes meeting—and the warmth in his made my breath hitch.
He smiled, gently kissed my forehead, then both eyes, then my cheeks, down to my jawline.
He placed the softest peck on my lips... and then, without breaking the rhythm, his lips dropped to the side of my neck, leaving a wet kiss that made my knees weak.

"I love you too, Jaan." he whispered against my skin.

Then he straightened, brushing his fingers down my arms before gently catching my wrist.