The Naivety Of A Heart (Original Unedited Version)

Jay's Wedding- Part 2a

1001 ways to kiss Raisha when surrounded by people plan rummaging through his head, Aayush stepped out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and one around his neck. His fingers raking through his damp hair, water dripping down from the side of his face, going down to his stony chest which was a result of the excessive workout he did during the shoot of his movie and till date he maintained his body.

He made his way to the walk in closet in their room, to find the perfect outfit for the morning.

It wasn't even surprising to him that Jay and Amaya have not only made their parents bedroom in their home, but they haven't forgotten to involve a room for them as well as their kids. In Jay's words, he was recreating Raisha mansion again for his sister.

Aayush couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love for him and his sincerity towards his Sunshine. He was one hell of a brother and there was no doubt that he would turn an amazing husband.

But only if he pushes away his self doubts!

Rummaging through his jackets, he purposely hid his blue one behind the other stuff, and in an innocent voice, he called, "Raisha, I can't find my blue jacket."

Raisha who was draping her saree in the bedroom area, heaved a sigh knowing full well that it was one of his tactics to ask her to come near him.

It wasn't the first time he did something like this, it was his weekly routine to either hide his medicines, clothes, or shoes. And then like a baby he would call her to search for him, but rather than searching she would be in his arms trying to wriggle out of his sweet kisses.

"Mr. Khandelwal, you better not repeat your daily line because I know, what you are up to!" She said loud enough for him to hear clearly.

She resumed her activity, but when she didn't hear any reply, confusion invoked her senses which turned into panic, when she heard him crying in some sort of pain, "Ahhhhhhhhh....... Raishaaaaa........

"Aayushhhhhhhhh," Holding her saree from one hand, she dashed towards the closet to only find the towel thrown on the floor while her smart husband stood in the middle in  just a towel with his wet chest on display.

Smirk playing on his lips, eyes dancing in mischief and as soon as he laid his eyes on her, his hand went to his heart.

If that saree enhanced her beauty, then those open golden brown curls just made her look like a fairy. Her face adorned in minimal make up, while the only jewelry she wore was her nupital chain, her proposal and wedding ring and two small earrings. A shaped bracelet which he gifted her in her birthday. In all, she was his from top to bottom.

Grabbing the towel from the floor, she threw at his face annoyed which he caught on time, with a grin blasting his lips. Marching upto his wadrobe, she straight away looked in the back of the shelf, fetching out his jacket.

Afterall, who can know Aayush more than his Raisha!

Before she can turn around, he snaked his arms around her waist, embracing her from behind. His chest pressed against her back, while his face nuzzled her neck.

"Jaan, you are going to fix your brothers wedding, or you are going to get yourself proposed?"

"If you will look this beautiful, then worlds half population is going to fall in love with you, then what would happen to me?" He whispered in his husky voice, caressing her earlobes with his lips. She bit her lip to suppress her moan.

Turning around slowly in his arms, she knitted her brows in a teasing way, and then taking him by absolute surprise, she turned him around swiftly that now she was trappng him in between the open cupboard shelves, and her body.