45. Penthouse

For shikamaruxgaara 😁

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Aaryansh and Amrita were still in the car, the faint sound of raindrops tapping against the roof creating a rhythmic backdrop to the heavy silence inside.

Amrita's eyes were glued to her phone screen, her brows furrowed with worry as she read the updates about Ananya over and over again.

Aaryansh glanced at her briefly before focusing back on the road.

He could see the concern etched across her delicate features, the way her lips were pressed into a thin line, and how her fingers trembled slightly as she scrolled.

Finally, he brought the car to a gentle stop in front of their destination.

Turning off the engine, Aaryansh shifted his attention fully to Amrita. Without saying a word, he reached out and placed his hand over hers.

"She will be alright, Buttercup. Aditya is with her," he said softly, his voice carrying a calm assurance that seemed to cut through the tension lingering in the air.

Amrita looked up at him, her worried eyes meeting his steady gaze. She took a deep breath, trying to let his words soothe her chaotic thoughts.

After a moment, she gave a small nod, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

Aaryansh studied her for a moment longer before giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Then, without another word, he stepped out of the car. The rain poured heavily, and he quickly grabbed an umbrella from the backseat.

Walking around to Amrita's side, he opened the door and extended the umbrella over her.

The soft glow of the streetlights illuminated his face, and for a brief moment, Amrita felt her heart flutter at the sight of him—calm, protective, and unwavering in his presence.

"Careful, Buttercup. It's slippery," he said gently, holding out his hand to help her out of the car.

Amrita placed her hand in his, her touch light but trusting. As they walked together under the umbrella, the sound of the rain faded slightly, replaced by the warmth of the quiet moment they shared.

The faint glow of warm lights spilled from the windows of the house in front of them, casting a golden hue against the stormy night.

Amrita slowed her steps, her brows knitting together in curiosity as she took in the unfamiliar building.

Her voice was soft but filled with hesitation as she asked, "What is this place?"

Aaryansh glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he gestured toward the house. "It's my penthouse," he replied simply.

He led her up the small set of steps, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

The cozy interior greeted them with a soft glow of ambient lights and a faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air.

"The rain is heavy, and our home is way too far from here. So I thought we could stay here tonight," Aaryansh said, running a hand through his damp hair as droplets of water trickled down his face.

His voice was calm, but there was a hint of nervousness in his tone. "I hope you don't mind."

Amrita stepped inside cautiously, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

She turned back to look at him, her gaze flickering from his slightly disheveled hair to his warm, expectant eyes.

"It's… nice," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes scanned the elegant yet minimalistic decor of the penthouse.

Aaryansh smiled at her response and set the umbrella aside before locking the door behind them. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll go grab some towels for us."

As he disappeared into one of the rooms, Amrita stood in the middle of the living room, taking in her surroundings.

The space felt personal—like a quiet escape from the rest of the world.

The large windows overlooked the city lights, blurred slightly by the rain trickling down the glass.

She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling the chill of her damp clothes.

Just as she started to shiver, Aaryansh returned with two fluffy towels in hand.

Aaryansh walked up to Amrita, gently draping a warm towel over her shoulders. His voice was soft as he spoke, "Dry yourself before you catch a cold, Buttercup."

Amrita clutched the towel close, her fingers trembling slightly from the chill.

"I told the servants to arrange some clothes for you, but they said it would only be ready by tomorrow morning..." Aaryansh added, running a hand through his damp hair as he glanced away briefly.

Amrita blinked at him, her brows knitting together. "Well… what do I wear now then…?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her voice carrying a soft innocence.

Aaryansh couldn’t help but chuckle at her rare expression, her wide eyes making her look almost childlike in that moment.

"Well… if you don’t mind, you can wear my clothes," he said, his tone hesitant, his gaze flickering back to her face to gauge her reaction.

To his surprise, Amrita considered it seriously, her head tilting even more as she murmured, "I can… but won’t they be too big for me?" Her eyes briefly scanned his broad shoulders and tall frame, about how big he was compared to her tiny frame and her lips pursed slightly in thought.

Aaryansh froze for a second, genuinely taken aback by how easily she agreed. He had expected her to protest, or at least hesitate a little longer.

Clearing his throat, he smiled softly. "Well… I still have some of my childhood clothes here. They should fit you just fine," he said, his voice laced with amusement and a hint of nostalgia.

Amrita’s eyes brightened slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Childhood clothes? You kept them here?"

Aaryansh shrugged, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Let’s just say I get sentimental about certain things."

He turned and gestured for her to follow him down a hallway. They stopped at a neatly organized room, with shelves filled with books and old photo frames.

Aaryansh opened a drawer and pulled out a neatly folded shirt and a pair of soft cotton pants.

"Here," he said, handing them to her. "They might be a little loose, but they’ll be much more comfortable than those damp clothes."

Amrita took the clothes from him, her fingers brushing against his for a brief second. She gave him a small nod and murmured, "Thank you, Aaryansh."

He smiled at her before stepping back. "I’ll wait outside. Take your time."

As Amrita closed the door behind her, she held the clothes close to her chest and let out a soft sigh.

She quickly wore the clothes and looked at herself in the mirror. The clothes fit her perfectly, and the shirt was just a bit loose.

She smiled at how good she looked in his clothes.

I should often wear his clothes... She thought as she smiled more.

Aaryansh was waiting for her outside the room, excitedly waiting to see her in his clothes. The door opened and Amrita came out.

His eyes scanned her body, of how perfect she looked in his clothes.

As Amrita closed the door behind her, she held the clothes close to her chest and let out a soft sigh.

The faint scent of Aaryansh lingered on the fabric, wrapping around her like an invisible comfort.

She quickly changed into the clothes—a soft shirt and a pair of cotton pants. When she looked into the mirror, a small smile tugged at her lips.

The shirt hung loosely around her shoulders, the sleeves slightly longer than her arms, but it fit well enough to look effortlessly comfortable.

"I should wear his clothes more often," she thought, her smile widening as a faint blush crept up her cheeks.

There was something oddly comforting about being wrapped in his clothes.

Meanwhile, outside the room, Aaryansh paced lightly, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

He couldn't deny the flicker of excitement and curiosity bubbling in his chest.

How would she look in his clothes? Would she feel comfortable?

The door creaked open, and Amrita stepped out hesitantly. Her soft footsteps echoed faintly in the quiet hallway as she lifted her gaze to meet his.

Aaryansh froze in place, his eyes slowly scanning her from head to toe.

The oversized shirt gave her a delicate charm, and the cotton pants hung perfectly on her petite frame.

The loose fit only added to her rare beautiful softness, and the way she nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear made his chest tighten.

"You… you look perfect," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper as his lips curled into an involuntary smile.

Amrita’s blush deepened as she looked away shyly, which is rare ofcourse. "They’re… really comfortable," she said, her voice barely audible.

Aaryansh took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Comfortable suits you, Buttercup."

His voice was low, smooth, and carried a warmth that made Amrita's breath hitch.

Before she could process his words, Aaryansh took another step forward and gently wrapped his arms around her.

The sudden contact made her freeze, her hands awkwardly hovering in the air as her heart pounded in her chest.

The faint scent of him surrounded her—warm, musky, and undeniably comforting.

She felt his chin rest lightly atop her head, and her breath caught again when he leaned closer to her ear.

"My beautiful Buttercup," he whispered, his voice laced with a teasing edge.

A smirk tugged at his lips when he felt her shiver slightly in his arms.

Her nervous fingers finally clutched at the fabric of his shirt, trying to ground herself amidst the storm of emotions swirling within her.

Amrita's cheeks turned a deep shade of pink as she buried her face against his chest, unable to meet his intense gaze.

Aaryansh chuckled softly seeing the devil she was turning into a cute little child.

The vibration of his laughter resonated through her. "You’re adorable when you're flustered, you know that?"

Amrita didn't respond; she couldn't.

Her voice had seemingly abandoned her, leaving her trapped in the moment—vulnerable yet safe, nervous yet comforted.

The rain outside continued to pour, but within the warmth of Aaryansh's embrace, everything else seemed to fade away.

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