Author's POV:-
"Mehra's file, by tomorrow." he ordered to his younger brother, who was looking at him with cute angry eyes. Aaryansh raised his brow, noticing his younger brother's angry face, resembling a fierce cat ready to pounce.
Nodding, Advay stormed out of his cabin, displaying a demeanor akin to a cute child storming out of a room when angry with his mother.
Later, back in his cabin after completing his meeting, he was engrossed in his work. However, thoughts of his wife, whom he was missing badly, invaded his mind. He sighed as he reached out for his phone.
"I don't even have my wife's number" he mumbled, feeling the ache of missing her. An idea struck him—she must be on Instagram. He searched for her ID but didn't find it.
"She doesn't use social media?" he questioned himself, puzzled. After scrolling more, he finally found her ID. "Found her" he said with joy, but it didn't last long as her account was private. Upset, he scrolled up and down in frustration, accidentally sending her a follow request.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, realizing his blunder. About to remove the follow request, he hesitated, realizing she must have been notified about it.
On the other side
She was in Riya's room as Riya wanted to talk with her.
While talking, Riya slept on her lap as she was feeling tired.
She was gently stroking Riya's head while she slept and gave a peck to her forehead with a smile.
A notification popped up on her phone, and she reached for it.
She checked it; it was a follow request. She opened the app and saw it was from him.
Surprised, she quickly opened his profile, finding a verified account with 0 posts but millions of followers and following 0.
"Following 0?" She questioned, puzzled. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she gladly accepted the follow request and followed him back.
However, she was a little disappointed by his lack of posts as she couldn't stalk his profile. "At least he should've posted one picture" she mumbled, slightly upset. Tapping on his profile picture, she found him clad in black, emanating an aura reminiscent of those fictional characters—rich, arrogant, rude, yet intriguingly captivating.
"Hot." she mumbled, her eyes lingering on his profile picture as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
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At night
(11:30 p.m.)
She was anxiously waiting for him, as it was nearly midnight.
Grimacing as pain shot through her abdomen, she lay down on the bed, clutching her stomach tightly.
Thinking of him once more, she glanced at the clock, murmuring,
"When will he come?" with a pained expression. Suddenly, she sat up, determination flashing in her eyes.
"I will not talk to him." she declared firmly, crossing her arms in defiance.
the memory of his antics earlier in front of the entire family still fresh in her mind.
Whining like a child, she let out a frustrated sigh, murmuring
"When will you come?" as a wave of discomfort washed over her, prompting her to clutch her abdomen.
Recalling that he had bought a dark chocolate for her yesterday, which must be in the refrigerator by now, she stood up and made her way downstairs.
In the kitchen, she found the chocolate in the refrigerator, she took it before leaving. Glancing at the entrance, her expression fell as he hadn't returned yet.
Returning to her room, she sat on the bed and started eating the chocolate, repeatedly checking the clock. Opening his profile once more on her phone, his lack of posts added to her frustration. Tapping on his profile picture, she scolded, "I'm angry at you!" with an angry yet cute expression.
Wincing from the pain in her abdomen, she made a crying face and took another bite of the chocolate.
Finally, she heard the doorknob turn, indicating his arrival. Quickly sitting up and putting the chocolate aside, she finished chewing and crossed her arms, putting on an angry face as he entered.
He entered and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he saw her.
Closing the door behind him, he observed her, noticing the unexpected expression on her face, which puzzled him momentarily. Shrugging off his confusion, he approached her for a hug, setting his coat aside on the bed.
"You didn't sleep yet bacha?" he asked, moving in for a hug. However, she responded with an angry expression, turning her face away and standing up, catching him off guard.
(Bacha=baby)
"What happened baby?" he inquired as he followed her. However, she continued to evade him, turning away once more, ignoring his attempts to engage with her.
He noticed the anger etched on her face, and confusion clouded his expression.
"Naraaz hain?" he asked as he approached her once more, hoping to get through to her.
(Are you upset?)
But she turned her face to the side, walking other side, crossing her arms.
Worry filled him as he followed her again, holding her wrist to pull her close. "What's wrong baby?" he asked, holding her cheeks with both hands. Her furrowed brow and angry expression worried him.
"Naraaz hain aap humse?" he asked, his voice soft, melting her, but she maintained her angry demeanor, nodding vigorously with her eyes closed, intensifying his concern.
(Are you upset with me?)
"Par kyun?" he asked, but she remained silent. "What did I do?" he asked, confused and worried. Squinting at his question, she pulled away and moved to the side again, prompting him to follow her again.
(But why?)
"Aap baat bhi nahi karengi ab humse?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry, which melted her heart. However, she remained stubborn, turning her face away from him.
(Will you not even talk to me now?)
Growing increasingly concerned, he gently took hold of her wrist again, pulling her closer to him.
"Why are you ignoring me?" he asked, his expression adorable, prompting her to almost smile. Yet, she managed to resist, pulling away and walking off, with him trailing behind.
Suddenly, she stopped and turned around, fixing him with a glare that only made him want to smile. Suppressing his amusement, he watched as she gestured towards the clock. Confusion flickered across his face as he glanced at the time.
"It's going to be 12:00 soon." he said, puzzled, causing her to purse her lips.
She pointed towards the clock once more, and he realized what she meant.
"You're upset with me because I came late?" he asked, the realization dawning on him. She nodded vigorously in response.
"I promise I'll never come late from tomorrow, pakka." he promised, approaching her with hopeful eyes, but she remained aloof, turning away from him.
(Pakka=promise)
"I promise you I'll always come early from tomorrow, now please at least talk to me bacha" he pleaded, a smile tugged at the corner of her lips but she resisted, her expression still resolute.
"Ab to maaf kardijiye" he urged, but she continued to walk away. Undeterred, he grabbed her dupatta to stop her, causing her to stop and turn slightly, her expression growing angrier.
(Please forgive me now)
"Chodhiyee hamara dupatta." she demanded, her tone laced with anger.
(Leave my scarf)
He shook his head like a cute kid.
"Pehle hamein maaf kijiye." he pleaded, his tone endearing, but she remained steadfast.
(First forgive me)
"Nahi karenge." she retorted, her tone firm.
(I won't)
"To ham bhi aapka dupatta nahi chodhenge." he asserted, his tone firm.
(Then I won't leave your scarf either)
"Kya chahiye aapko?" she asked, her anger evident.
(What do you want?)
"Aap" he replied, making her turn towards him, intrigued
(You)
"Jii?" she asked, surprised.
(What?)
"-Ki, aap-ki maafi." he improvised, but it only seemed to upset her further.
(you-r forgiveness)
"Nahi milegi." she said defiantly.
(You won't get it)
With the help of her dupatta he pulled her closer and grabbed her waist,
causing her heart to race.
"Don't provoke me, biwi." he warned, the tables now turned, making her gulp at the sudden change.
"I'm a-angry with you" she stuttered, feeling his proximity as he encircled both his hands around her waist, pulling her closer.
"Acha ji" he said, pulling her closer still. "Aap rahiye gussa, hum aapko apni tarike se manaane ki koshish karte hain" he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She closed her eyes, her heart racing as she felt his lips press against her skin.
(Oh, You stay angry, I'll try to persuade you in my own way.)
"Aaryansh ji.." she blurted out as she felt his lips pressing against her cheek for a good while.
He leaned back, his eyes meeting hers as he said "Jii, Meera ji, I'm listening"
before leaning in to kiss her other cheek.
With each inch he pulled her closer, her hand instinctively found its place on his chest, clutching his shirt tightly as she felt his lips linger on her skin.
As he leaned back again, their eyes locked, a silent exchange passing between them before he leaned in once more. Her heart raced with anticipation as she felt him draw closer, his gaze fixed on her lips. She could sense the subtle smirk playing on his lips as he closed the distance between them.
As his lips hovered dangerously close to hers, she pulled away, a smirk playing on her lips. "Kardiya humne maaf" she said, feeling triumphant as she pulled away, leaving him to ponder her words.
(I forgave you)
He looked at her, raising his brow and smirking before uttering,
"Now, no need." With that, he grabbed her waist, bending down to her level and pressed his lips against hers.
As their lips met, her eyes widened in surprise, her hand instinctively finding its place on his chest once again.
He pressed his lips against hers, his touch firm and commanding as his one hand firmly gripped her waist while the other found its place on her neck.
He retreated her backward until her back met the wall, deepening the kiss with each passing moment.
As she closed her eyes, she instinctively clutched his shirt tight, pulling him closer as she surrendered to the sensation.
With a subtle movement, he allowed his upper lip to brush against her lower, sending a shiver down her spine. Lost in the moment, she responded eagerly, her senses heightened as she became lost in his proximity.
He gently took her lower lip between his own, feeling the warmth and softness of her lips. As she reciprocated, he deepened the kiss by slowly sliding his tongue inside her mouth, seeking permission with a tender touch. Sensing her consent, he continued, exploring her mouth with a gentle yet passionate intensity. After a while, he tenderly captured her upper lip between his own, his movements becoming more deliberate and enticing as they delved deeper with each passing moment.
As their kiss deepened, he began to tantalize her senses with a more seductive touch. With each press of his lips against her, he stirred a longing deep within her, causing a rush of sensation to cascade through her body. Their tongues moved together in an intimate embrace, each gentle stroke conveying an unspoken yearning.
With a subtle yet purposeful movement, he once again captured her lower lip between his own, relishing the sensation of her softness against his while she tried her best not to make any sound. His hand, which had rested on her waist, now moved along her jawline, while the other firmly grasped the nape of her neck, pulling her dangerously close to him.
He pulled back when he felt her breathless as she patted his chest gently. Bringing their foreheads together, he noticed the tomato-red blush on her cheeks. It was both, his and her first kiss.
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned in and kissed her forehead, causing her to close her eyes in contentment.
"You look adorable when you blush, biwi" he remarked, his words eliciting an even deeper shade of red on her cheeks as she smiled and moved away. However, he caught her wrist before she could retreat too far.
"Ab tak naraaz hain?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. She smiled and shook her head, her heart melting at his words.
(Still angry?)
"I promise I'll never come late from tomorrow" he assured her, his tone filled with happiness.
"Pakka..?" she asked, seeking reassurance.
(Pakka=promise)
"Pakka" he affirmed, sealing his promise with a smile.
He came towards her, bending down to her level and enveloping her in a warm embrace.
Nuzzling his head in the crook of her neck, he pulled her closer by her waist, catching her off guard once again. Her heart raced as she felt the blush on her cheeks deepen even further.
"Hug me too" she heard him say as his lips brushed against her skin while he spoke. With a smile, she gladly returned the embrace, tiptoeing and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her smile widened as she felt him pulling her even closer.
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