AADHYA REHAN✓

25| Rehan Was Right ✓

AADHYA

I open my eyes and look up at Rehan as he sleeps. We are lying facing each other, and he has his arm wrapped around my waist. I am breathing against his neck and slowly place my hand on his.

I have never slept with someone this close before. Well, I have never done anything like yesterday, but hugging and sleeping together is new to me. Everything is new to me.

Last night was amazing. So amazing. From all the stories I have heard about women never being satisfied on their first night, I beg to differ. Maybe it's because I have an amazing husband.

He takes great care of me and is so caring and affectionate. I hope it was as good for him as it was for me. Not good—mind-blowing.

I kiss his neck as he sleeps; he looks so cute.

Oh God! I should sleep. I close my eyes and focus on Rehan's breath, but I can't. I know it's because I'm sleeping in a new place. This place and these people, except for Rehan, are new to me. I can't shake the burning feeling in my stomach. How am I going to adapt? Will they like me? Or will I like them?

I don't know how much time passes, but I feel thirsty. I slowly move Rehan's hand from my waist and place it on the pillow. I am completely naked, and just the realization of it raises goosebumps all over my body.

I quickly cover myself with the sheets. I should cover myself in something, and there is nothing in my sight that can do so. My lehenga and blouse are in the corner, and they're definitely not the choice for sleeping.

I look at the nightstand for water, but there isn't any. I close my eyes in pain and frustration.

I look over at Rehan, and I want to wake him, but he looks so calm, cute, and deep in sleep that I don't want to disturb him.

I let the sheets go and quickly run into the closet. The warm lights are on, so I don't accidentally hit myself somewhere while walking.

I open the wardrobe where our clothes are kept and search for something comfortable to wear. My hands feel the cloth first, and I sigh in happiness and take it out.

It's a two-piece nightgown in cream color. The fabric is so soft. I put the sleeveless gown on first and look at myself in the mirror. It reaches just above my knee, and I think it looks good, like how I feel. I put on the robe and walk back to the room after switching off the light.

I slowly unlock the bedroom door, looking at Rehan, hoping I don't disturb him, and walk out.

I have no idea where the kitchen is, but it must be downstairs, so I start walking towards the stairs. It's very dark, but there is a dim light in the living room that shows me the way downstairs.

I take the last step of the stairs and look around. The house is a big mess. There are so many food wrappers, shoes, water bottles, gifts, even clothes on the floor. I walk to the first door I see and then realize it's not the kitchen.

I turn back and see a door that is half open. As I walk towards it, it gets darker, and I feel someone's presence. I turn to my right, and there is a shadow holding a knife at me.

Everything in me stands up, and I realize a thief is here. They must know a wedding happened here yesterday, and everyone is tired. Clever thief. He'll kill me now.

I'll be the girl in the newspapers tomorrow: Newly Bride Murdered. Is that how my life is going to end? Get married and then be gone at the hands of a thief?

I should alert everybody; maybe someone will come. I'm sure Rehan will come.

I ball my hands into fists, ready to punch him, but the nearer the shadow gets, the more terrified and scared I feel.