98. Birthday Girl

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As soon as Amrita disappeared up the grand staircase to freshen up, the entire living room erupted into murmurs of excitement.

Divya, Ishika, and Ananya took their seats, looking at each other knowingly, while Geeta and Rukmini exchanged smiles.

Shravan and Ishwar settled into their chairs, their gazes flickering between the younger generation, already sensing that something was brewing.

Rudraksh stretched his arms, cracking his knuckles with a mischievous grin. “So, what’s the plan?”

Daksh raised an eyebrow. “Plan?”

Rudraksh rolled his eyes. “Ammu’s birthday, obviously.”

At his words, everyone turned their attention to him.

Aditya smirked. “Didn’t take you for the party-planning type, bhai.”

Rudraksh scoffed. “I’m not. But if we don’t do something grand for her, she’ll kill us all with her death glare.”

Ishika chuckled. “True. Her glares are lethal.”

Divya tapped her chin. “We have to make sure it’s something special. Something that she won’t expect.”

Shravan hummed thoughtfully. “She’s never celebrated her birthday, has she?”

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Ananya sighed. “No. She never even mentioned it before.”

Rukmini’s face softened. “Then it’s all the more reason to make this one memorable.”

Aaryansh, who had been listening silently, leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. His gaze was distant, thoughtful.

“She won’t expect anything,” Daksh said. “So we can take advantage of that and go all out.”

Aditya nodded. “Something grand, but still meaningful.”

Rudraksh smirked. “I say we throw her a surprise celebration. Make it huge. Fireworks, music, everything.”

Geeta chuckled. “You sound more excited than her.”

He grinned. “Of course. It’s Ammu.”

Ishwar stroked his chin. “But would she really like something grand?”

Divya and Ananya exchanged glances.

“She might act all cold and indifferent,” Ishika said, “but deep down, she does care.”

Daksh tapped the table. “Alright. A surprise it is. But what kind?”

Geeta smiled warmly. “Something that reminds her she’s loved.”

Aditya smirked. “That, we can manage.”

Just then, Aaryansh, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke.

“Whatever you do,” he said, his voice calm but firm, “make sure it’s all done during the daytime.”

Everyone turned to look at him.

Divya frowned. “Why?”

Aaryansh’s lips curled into a slow smirk, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Because at night, she’s mine.”

Silence.

Then—

“OH-HO!” Aditya whistled. “Possessive much?”

Daksh shook his head, amused. “And here I thought you were the reserved one.”

Aaryansh just shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m not sharing her time at night. Plan accordingly.”

Ishika snorted. “Well, there goes the idea of a midnight surprise.”

Aditya smirked. “Guess we better make sure the daytime celebration is spectacular, then.”

Geeta and Rukmini chuckled at the younger generation’s antics, while Shravan and Ishwar shared an amused look.

Rudraksh clapped his hands. “Alright then! Let’s make this the best birthday ever.”

And just like that, the planning for Amrita’s unforgettable birthday began.

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Amrita stepped out of the bathroom, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, the soft fabric of her robe clinging to her as she reached for the towel to dry her face.

But the moment she glanced at the bed, she froze, her breath catching in her throat.

There, laid out perfectly, was a stunning dress—a vision of glittering elegance that shimmered under the soft glow of the room’s lighting.

It was a deep royal blue, a color that always made her feel like she belonged to the stars, with tiny crystals embedded into the fabric, resembling the twinkling night sky.

The dress had an off-shoulder neckline, delicately embroidered with silver thread, and the bodice hugged the curves of her waist before flowing into layers of soft tulle.

It was breathtaking, almost surreal.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she took slow steps toward it, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out to touch the fabric.

It was soft, luxurious—just like the dresses she had worn as a child on her birthdays.

Her fingers brushed against a small envelope placed gently over the dress.

She picked it up, her eyes already misting over before she even opened it.

Inside was a note written in familiar, loving handwriting:

“A birthday gift from your Ma and Papa. Our princess should always shine the brightest.”

A shaky breath left her lips as she clutched the note to her chest, her eyes squeezing shut.

A thousand emotions flooded her—love, nostalgia, longing, and the overwhelming warmth of being cherished.

A wide, unrestrained smile broke onto her lips, and she let out a small, excited shriek, twirling in delight before eagerly slipping into the dress.

As she stood in front of the mirror, she admired her reflection. The dress fit her perfectly, as if it had been stitched just for her.

The silver embroidery on the bodice gleamed softly under the light, highlighting her collarbones. Her hair, still slightly damp, framed her face in soft waves.

She reached for the delicate pearl necklace on her dresser—another gift from her parents-in-law—and fastened it around her neck, completing her look.

The pearls sat just above her collarbone, a timeless touch of grace that enhanced her beauty.

She smiled, her heart swelling with happiness, and without a second thought, she lifted the dress slightly and rushed out of her room.

Barefoot, she ran down the hall, the fabric of her dress swishing around her ankles as she made her way straight to Geeta and Ishwar’s room. Pushing open the door, she stepped in with bright, gleaming eyes.

“Amma! Papa!” she called out excitedly, her voice filled with childlike enthusiasm.

Both turned to look at her, their eyes widening in awe as she twirled around, making the layers of her dress fan out like a blooming flower.

“Look at me! Do I look beautiful?” she asked with a wide grin, her eyes shining with the same innocence she had as a little girl.

Geeta gasped softly, covering her mouth with one hand as tears welled up in her eyes.

Ishwar’s chest swelled with pride as he watched his daughter glow with happiness.

Geeta stepped forward, her gaze softening with warmth. “Oh, meri jaan,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Then, she curled her fingers, removing the evil eye, muttering protective blessings under her breath.

Amrita giggled, loving every moment.

“My princess deserves all the protection in the world,” she said firmly, placing a gentle kiss on Amrita’s forehead.

Ishwar chuckled, stepping forward to place a hand on his daughter’s head. “You look like the most beautiful star in the universe,” he said, his voice brimming with pride.

“Just like the little girl who used to wear sparkling dresses and demand extra chocolates on her birthdays.”

Amrita laughed, her heart soaring. “Well, some things never change, Papa,” she said, grinning up at him.

The room filled with warm laughter, wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. In that moment, Amrita felt whole—truly, undeniably loved.

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Geeta smiled warmly as she took in Amrita’s joyous expression. For the first time in a long while, her little girl looked genuinely happy, unburdened by the weight of her past.

Geeta cupped her cheeks, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Now, go. Go show everyone,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Amrita’s eyes twinkled as she nodded eagerly. With an excited bounce in her steps, she turned and strode out of the room, her dress shimmering under the soft golden lights of the palace.

The delicate pearls around her neck glowed, enhancing the graceful curve of her collarbone.

Her loose, wavy hair cascaded down her back like a silky waterfall, framing her radiant face.

The dress was perfection—deep blue with a subtle silver sheen, fitted at the bodice with intricate embroidery that sparkled like tiny stars.

The skirt flared out elegantly, swaying with every movement, reminding her of the birthday dresses her father used to get her when she was a child.

As she walked down the grand staircase, she felt an unusual lightness in her heart. It was strange to feel this… free.

She was always the cold, composed one—the one who didn’t smile often, the one who kept her emotions locked away.

But today, just for today, she wanted to embrace this happiness fully.

The murmurs in the hall hushed the moment she stepped in.

Everyone turned toward her, eyes widening in shock.

Daksh and Rudraksh, who had been casually discussing something, fell silent mid-conversation.

Aditya, who was leaning against the sofa, straightened up, his eyebrows shooting up.

Ananya and Divya gasped audibly, clutching each other’s arms in pure astonishment.

Rukmini, Ishika, and Shravan exchanged surprised glances.

The sheer transformation was breathtaking.

The ever-cold, stoic, and intimidating Rudraksh Raghuwanshi—the man who rarely expressed emotions, who had only ever shown genuine warmth to Ishika—stood frozen.

His sharp, unreadable eyes softened as he took in Amrita’s bright smile. For a long moment, he simply stared, as though trying to register that the woman standing before him, glowing with happiness, was the same fierce, guarded girl they had known.

And then, in a low, rare voice filled with uncharacteristic fondness, he muttered, “Meri choti si Ammu.”

The room fell into stunned silence.

Daksh nearly choked on his drink. Ishika’s jaw dropped. Ananya and Divya looked at each other, wide-eyed, before looking back at Rudraksh, wondering if they had misheard.

Rudraksh, the man who rarely praised anyone, who was always stern, had just openly called Amrita ‘his Ammu’—with so much warmth in his voice that it was almost shocking.

Amrita blinked at him, momentarily stunned herself. Then, slowly, a teasing smirk curled her lips. “What’s this, bhai?” she drawled, tilting her head. “Did I just hear you say something nice about me?”

Rudraksh scowled immediately, snapping back into his usual persona. “Don’t get used to it,” he huffed, folding his arms. But there was no mistaking the softness lingering in his gaze.

Before Amrita could respond, a dramatic voice cut through the air.

“Someone, catch me before I fall!”

Everyone turned to see Aaryansh clutching his chest with both hands, his face exaggeratedly dreamy as he stumbled backward in slow motion.

His eyes were glued to Amrita, utterly mesmerized. “I think my heart just stopped,” he declared dramatically.

Shravan, reacting on instinct, rushed to catch him before he could hit the floor. “Aaryan, what the hell?!” Shravan sputtered, struggling under his weight.

Aaryansh didn’t care. His gaze remained locked on Amrita, his lips parting slightly in admiration.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful,” he whispered, and it was unclear if he was speaking to himself or to the room. “Someone pinch me, because I must be dreaming.”

Amrita, who had been watching the spectacle with raised eyebrows, burst into giggles. Genuine, heartful giggles.

The sound was so rare, so foreign, that it sent another wave of shock through the room.

Ananya elbowed Aditya. “Did you hear that? She giggled!” she whispered.

Aditya, still watching Amrita with a hint of awe, nodded. “Yeah,” he murmured. “And she looks… happy.”

Daksh, recovering from his shock, let out a low whistle. “Well, if this isn’t the rarest sight, I don’t know what is.”

Rukmini clapped her hands together, grinning. “This is how it should be. A birthday should be full of smiles and laughter.”

Ishika wiped an emotional tear from the corner of her eye, while Divya sniffled beside her.

“It’s been so long since we’ve seen her like this,” Ishika whispered. “She deserves this.”

Geeta and Ishwar stood near the doorway, watching the scene unfold with warm smiles. They exchanged a glance, silently relishing the moment.

Aaryansh, finally standing upright again, walked towards Amrita and took her hand.

“You, my love, look breathtaking,” he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

Amrita blushed.

The room erupted into cheerful laughter and teasing comments, but for once, Amrita didn’t roll her eyes or brush them off. Instead, she smiled.

A smile so wide and unguarded that it made everyone pause and soak in the sight.

For the first time in a long, long while, Amrita was truly happy. And everyone knew—they would do whatever it took to make sure she stayed that way.

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After all the laughter, Rudraksh comes behind her and closed her eyes with his hands.

"What the-" Amrita gasps

She feels her wrists being held and her legs moved as they lead her. She felt the floor shifting, her bare feet felt grass under her.

The moment Amrita felt Rudraksh's hands being removed from her eyes, she blinked rapidly, adjusting to the golden hues of the evening sky.

As her vision cleared, she gasped, her heart pounding with surprise and sheer joy.

The entire garden was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, cascading from the trees like fallen stars.

Vibrant floral arrangements in shades of deep red, white, and gold covered every corner, and in the middle of it all stood a magnificent, towering cake decorated with delicate golden filigree and her initials elegantly crafted in the center.

"Happy Birthday!" The collective cheer erupted around her, and her eyes widened, shimmering with unshed tears.

Never in her wildest dreams had she expected this.

Everyone was there—Rudraksh, Daksh, Aditya, Aaryansh, Ananya, Divya, Rukmini, Ishika, Shravan, Geeta, Ishwar, and even Mahima, Rishi, Mahira, and Aarush.

They were all grinning at her, their faces filled with warmth and happiness.

Her gaze darted from one elaborate decoration to another, the effort and love behind every detail overwhelming her.

"You guys…" she whispered, momentarily speechless.

Before she could even fully grasp the moment, Geeta and Rukmini stepped forward, holding a large silver bowl covered with a silk cloth.

The aroma hit her instantly—a rich, creamy, and perfectly sweet scent that brought a flood of childhood memories rushing back.

Amrita’s eyes widened in absolute shock. "Kheer?" she gasped, her voice a mix of disbelief and wonder. "How did you know?"

Geeta smiled warmly, running her hand through Amrita’s hair. "Because you used to trouble your father to make it for you every birthday when you were little. He would always say it was the only thing that could truly make you happy."

A lump formed in Amrita’s throat as she looked down at the bowl, her hands trembling slightly.

The kheer was thick, rich, garnished with golden cashews and fragrant saffron—just the way she liked it.

She bit her lip hard, forcing herself to keep her emotions in check, but it was impossible.

This was more than just food; it was a piece of her past, of her father, of the love she had once known so dearly.

She lifted a spoonful to her lips, savoring the taste, and let out a small, contented sigh. "It’s perfect," she murmured, her voice breaking.

Geeta and Rukmini exchanged a knowing look, their hearts swelling with happiness. "Eat as much as you want, Ammu,"

Rukmini said, brushing her hand over Amrita’s cheek fondly. "Today, you are our little girl."

Amrita beamed at them, her cold demeanor completely melted away.

Then came the gifts.

Rudraksh and Ishika were the first to step forward, Rudraksh's face neutral, but his eyes holding something softer. "You always say you don’t need anything, but this is something you won’t refuse."

He handed her a long velvet box, and as she opened it, a beautifully crafted dagger glistened under the evening lights.

The intricate handle was customized with her name carved into it. "For my little sister who needs to be armed at all times."

Amrita ran her fingers over the weapon, her lips curling into a smirk. "You both know me too well, bhai."

Daksh handed her a set of sapphire earrings, rare and exquisite. "You never wear jewelry, but I think Aaryansh would appreciate these on you."

Aaryansh shot him a glare, while Amrita rolled her eyes, but she still admired the gift. "I guess I’ll wear them just this once."

Aditya, ever the perfectionist, gave her an elegantly bound leather journal with her initials embossed in gold. "For when you have thoughts you don’t want to share with us."

Amrita touched the cover, nodding. "Thoughtful as always, Aditya."

Ananya and Divya together handed her a massive portrait of the four of them, painted so beautifully that it looked almost real. Amrita’s heart clenched. "You guys…"

Mahima stepped forward, holding a small, but heavy, golden box. Inside was a delicate yet powerful jewel—an emerald ring. "I want you to have this. It’s a symbol of strength, and if anyone deserves it, it’s you."

Mahira’s gift was unexpected—a handwritten letter, filled with heartfelt words of admiration and appreciation.

"You’ve helped me more than you know," she said softly. "I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

And finally, Aarush.

He handed her an envelope. "It’s a deed to land," he said simply. "A place where you can train, do whatever you want. A safe space."

Amrita’s eyes widened. "You bought me land?"

Aarush smirked. "You deserve a kingdom, don’t you?"

Aaryansh, who had been waiting impatiently, finally stepped forward. "And now… my turn."

Amrita turned to him expectantly, but he did nothing but gesture behind him.

As she followed his gaze, fireworks suddenly exploded into the night sky, spelling out her name in golden letters.

Amrita’s lips parted in awe, the spectacle reflecting in her eyes.

"Aarya…"

He grinned, stepping closer to whisper in her ear, "You’re my queen, and I intend to make sure you never forget it."

The crowd cheered as the party continued, laughter and joy filling the air.

For the first time in a long time, Amrita felt warmth seep into every part of her being.

She was home.

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As the laughter and chatter of the celebration began to settle, Aaryansh clapped his hands together, drawing everyone's attention.

"Alright, everyone," he announced, his deep voice cutting through the noise, "your time with the birthday girl is officially over."

Amrita, still laughing from something Rudraksh had said, blinked at him. "What?"

Aaryansh smirked, stepping forward and grabbing her wrist gently. "You're mine for the rest of the night, Buttercup."

There were playful protests from the others, but Aaryansh didn’t let go. Amrita rolled her eyes but let him pull her along. "Where are we going?" she asked as they reached his car.

"You’ll see." He opened the door for her, and as soon as she sat inside, he pulled out a soft blindfold.

Her eyes widened. "What—?!"

"Shh," he murmured, gently tying it around her head. "Just trust me."

She huffed but didn’t protest further.

He could feel her shifting restlessly in her seat as he drove through the silent streets, the only sound being the occasional honk from distant vehicles and the faint melody of the night.

"Are we there yet?" she asked after some time.

Aaryansh chuckled. "Impatient, are we?"

"Of course. Who likes being blindfolded and dragged away at night?"

"Dragged away?" He scoffed. "You walked willingly, birthday girl."

Amrita crossed her arms. "That’s because you didn’t give me a choice."

He only smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. A few minutes later, he finally parked the car.

He turned to her, taking a moment to admire her before reaching for the blindfold. "Ready?"

She swallowed, suddenly nervous. "Maybe."

He pulled off the fabric, and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room.

The space was warm and elegant, lit by soft golden lights. The curtains were drawn, blocking whatever was outside.

A beautiful scent lingered in the air—lavender, with a hint of something deeper, something familiar.

She turned to him. "Where are we?"

Aaryansh leaned against the wall, watching her. "Somewhere special."

Her brows furrowed. "And mysterious."

He shrugged. "That too."

She sighed, shaking her head. "You and your surprises."

He gestured for her to sit. "It’s your birthday, Buttercup. You deserve something special."

She softened at that, walking over to a plush chair and sinking into it.

He crouched in front of her, looking up at her with that unreadable expression. "So… did you enjoy today?"

She exhaled, a small smile playing on her lips. "I did."

Aaryansh tilted his head. "Just 'did'?"

She bit her lip, glancing at him. "It was… perfect."

His gaze darkened slightly, something flickering in his eyes. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Good."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before he suddenly leaned closer, his nose almost brushing hers. "But before anything else… you need to freshen up."

She blinked. "What?"

"Go take a bath."

Her brows knitted together. "Again? I already took one!"

Aaryansh leaned back, smirking. "And yet, you still have cream all over your cheeks and arms—a masterpiece, courtesy of Mahima and Ananya."

Amrita gasped, looking at her arms. True enough, remnants of cake and cream still clung to her skin. She groaned, glaring at him. "You let me sit like this for so long?!"

He chuckled. "I thought it was cute."

She huffed, standing up. "You’re impossible."

"And you’re a mess," he teased.

She rolled her eyes but grabbed a fresh robe before heading to the bathroom. "I swear, if I find more cake in my hair—"

"You probably will," Aaryansh called after her.

She groaned dramatically before shutting the door behind her.

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Amrita stepped out of the bathroom, her damp skin glistening under the soft golden lights of the room.

The plush robe clung to her curves, the fabric slightly damp from the water droplets that still trickled down her neck, her collarbones, and the delicate slope of her shoulders.

Her long, wet hair cascaded down her back, some strands sticking to her flushed cheeks.

She ran a hand through them, pushing them away from her lips, which were still parted slightly from the warmth of the bath.

The moment she looked up, she found Aaryansh standing by the window, his gaze fixed on her.

His breath hitched audibly, his body visibly tensing.

His dark eyes, usually sharp and calculative, had darkened into something else entirely—something raw, something almost dangerous.

Amrita swallowed, suddenly aware of how exposed she felt, despite being covered. "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aaryansh didn’t answer. He simply started walking toward her, slow and deliberate, his steps measured yet predatory.

She instinctively took a step back, her heart pounding. "Aarya…?"

Her voice was softer this time, uncertainty lacing her words. But he kept coming closer, his intense gaze never leaving hers.

She kept moving backward, her pulse racing, until suddenly—

Her back hit the wall.

A sharp breath escaped her lips as she realized she had nowhere to go.

Aaryansh reached her in the next second, towering over her, caging her between his arms.

One of his hands cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray water droplet lingering there. The other slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Her breath hitched at the sudden proximity, her hands instinctively gripping the lapels of her robe.

"You look…" he whispered, his voice husky, almost strained. "Breathtaking."

Heat rushed to Amrita’s cheeks. She didn’t know why, but her entire body reacted to his words, her stomach twisting, her pulse going wild.

She tried to look away, but his fingers tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Aaryansh…" she breathed, her voice uneven.

His thumb traced the corner of her lips, his eyes locked onto them as he whispered, "You have no idea what you do to me."

She shivered at the way he said it, her body betraying her. Her fingers clutched his shirt, her breath shallow.

She felt as if the room had grown smaller, as if the space between them had disappeared entirely.

Then, in a low, raspy voice, he murmured, "I love you… so fucking much."

Before she could even process his words, his lips crashed onto hers.

The kiss was rough, desperate, filled with a hunger that stole the air from her lungs.

His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her even closer, eliminating any remaining space between them.

His lips moved against hers with an urgency that sent shivers down her spine.

She gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers, coaxing, demanding.

He tasted her like she was something he had been deprived of for too long—something he needed to survive.

His hands roamed her back, feeling the soft curves beneath the robe, while his fingers tangled in her damp hair, tugging her head back to kiss her even deeper.

A soft moan escaped her, her hands sliding up his chest, clutching onto him for support as her knees threatened to give out.

He groaned at the sound, his lips moving more fiercely, more possessively.

"You taste so good," he murmured against her lips before capturing them again, devouring her, making her feel consumed by him.

Her fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing her, his hands never staying still.

The air in the room felt heavy, thick with something unspoken, something undeniable.

She had never felt anything like this before—this fire, this intensity, this absolute loss of control.

When he finally pulled back, just barely, they were both panting. His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling. His fingers traced her swollen lips, his eyes dark with emotions she couldn't name.

"You’re mine," he whispered.

Amrita felt her heart race at those words, but instead of answering, she did something she never thought she would—

She pulled him back into another kiss.

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Amrita finally pulled back, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Her lips were swollen from the intensity of his kisses, her body still tingling from the way he had held her.

Aaryansh’s grip on her waist loosened, but he didn’t let go. His forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her skin.

They stood like that for a moment, the air between them thick with tension and something deeper—something neither of them could put into words.

Finally, Aaryansh exhaled sharply, taking a step back while running a hand through his hair, as if trying to compose himself.

“If I don’t stop now,” he murmured, his voice rough,

“I won’t be able to control myself.”

Amrita swallowed hard, looking away, her cheeks burning. She felt as if her entire body was on fire.

Then, as if flipping a switch, Aaryansh smirked. "Wait here."

She watched as he walked to the closet, pulling out a garment bag. When he unzipped it and turned back to her, she gasped softly.

The dress was breathtaking. The dress was breathtaking. A deep shade of midnight blue, shimmering like the night sky, with tiny silver embellishments scattered across the fabric, resembling constellations.

The bodice was fitted, accentuating her slender waist, while the skirt flowed in delicate layers, creating an ethereal look.

Amrita hesitated, her fingers brushing over the fabric as she admired it. “It’s beautiful…” she murmured, awestruck.

Aaryansh, leaning lazily against the wall, smirked. “Beautiful, just like the woman who’s going to wear it.”

Her cheeks burned again, and she turned away, clutching the dress. “I should change.”

To her horror, he crossed his arms and leaned back comfortably. “Go on,” he said with an amused glint in his eyes.

She turned back in alarm. “Go out.”

He didn’t move. “No.”

Amrita’s jaw dropped. “Aarya!”

“What?” He tilted his head, smirking. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you in a robe already.”

Her hands clenched around the dress, her entire face heating up. “I am not changing in front of you!”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying this. “Fine, fine.” He raised his hands in surrender before turning his back to her.

But instead of leaving, he shut his eyes and covered them with his hands. “There. I won’t look.”

Amrita huffed. “This isn’t any better!”

He laughed, his voice deep and teasing. “One day, sweetheart, you won’t be so shy about this.”

Her breath caught at his words. She bit her lip, quickly turning around and slipping into the dress, her fingers fumbling slightly with the tiny buttons along the back.

The fabric clung to her curves, hugging her in all the right places. The neckline dipped slightly, teasing just enough, while the slit in the skirt ran high up her thigh, adding an edge of boldness to the elegance.

Once she was done, she turned around, still flustered. “Okay, you can look now.”

Aaryansh turned slowly. The moment his eyes landed on her, all the teasing left his expression.

He sucked in a sharp breath.

His gaze roamed over her, drinking in every detail. The way the dress fit her like a second skin, the way it moved with her, the way her long, damp hair cascaded over her shoulders.

“Buttercup…” His voice was almost reverent.

She shifted under his intense stare. “Is… is it okay?”

His hands clenched at his sides. “Okay?” He stepped closer, his gaze darkening. “You look absolutely devastating.”

Her stomach fluttered at the raw emotion in his tone.

Then, suddenly, he reached for her wrist and pulled her flush against him.

His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “You make it so hard to behave, birthday girl.”

Her breath hitched, her heart hammering in her chest.

And just like that, his teasing smirk returned. He stepped back, offering her his arm. “Come on, my queen. The night isn’t over yet.”

Amrita, still dazed, let him lead her forward. The anticipation of what was next sent shivers down her spine.

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The ocean whispered against the shore, its waves glowing faintly under the silver moonlight.

The night was perfect—calm, serene—but Amrita's heart pounded in confusion as she stood on the sand, staring at the massive screen in front of her.

Aaryansh squeezed her hand gently. “You were sad about losing your childhood memories. I went to Dev and… I got these for you.”

She looked at him, startled. “You—Mama gave them to you?”

Aaryansh nodded.

She asked, confusion flickering in her wide eyes. “What is this?”

His lips curled into a soft smile as he reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Something you’ve been missing.”

Before she could question him further, the screen flickered to life.

And her past—the childhood she never remembered—began to play.

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A hospital room appeared on the screen, dimly lit but warm. Her mother lay on a hospital bed, her face glowing with quiet exhaustion.

Next to her, Dev sat with his head resting against her stomach.

His smile was blinding, full of pure love, pure excitement.

“She’s going to be the most spoiled little princess in the world,” he murmured, tracing gentle circles over her mother's belly.

“You hear me, Ammu? Your Mama loves you already.”

Amrita’s breath caught in her throat.

She had never seen Dev like this.

Vaidehi’s voice rang from behind the camera, teasing, “You’re more excited than the actual parents.”

Dev grinned. “Of course! My Ammu is coming. I’ll be her everything. Just watch.”

Amrita’s fingers curled into her palm. He had wanted her. Loved her.

The screen changed.

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The next clip showed her mother in a cozy home, sitting on a couch, rubbing her belly with a soft smile.

“Dev, she kicked.”

Dev gasped loudly, rushing over and placing his hands on her stomach. “Kick again, Ammu! Come on, show Mama you’re strong!”

A tiny movement.

Dev’s face lit up like a child seeing magic for the first time.

“She kicked! She kicked! I felt it!” He jumped up, shaking Vaidehi’s shoulders. “Did you see that? Ammu is a fighter. She’s going to be amazing.”

His joy was boundless.

Amrita's heart ached.

The next clip played.

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Dev stood in a small room, painting the walls himself. Soft pink and white, with tiny stars and clouds.

“This is where my baby girl will sleep,” he said proudly, showing the camera a tiny crib. “She’s not even here yet, but she already owns my whole heart.”

Amrita bit her lip.

He had been there for everything.

The next video played.

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Dev held up a tiny gold anklet. “This is for my Ammu,” he said, shaking it so the small bells jingled. “The moment she’s born, I’m putting this on her.”

He chuckled. “I’m warning you all now—she’s mine first.”

His words were filled with so much love.

Amrita's chest tightened painfully.

The screen faded to black.

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A hospital hallway. The cries of a newborn filled the air. Dev wasn’t there.

Instead, the camera panned to her father.

A tall man with tired eyes and a warm smile—her father held her for the first time.

“She looks just like her mother,” he whispered, rocking her gently. “My little angel.”

Amrita sucked in a sharp breath.

She had never seen her father before. Never remembered him this clearly.

Her eyes burned with unshed tears as the video continued.

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A dimly lit bedroom. Her father sat on the bed, cradling a tiny bundle—her.

He hummed softly, his voice gentle.

“Sleep, my love, under the moonlight,

The stars watch over you tonight…”

His fingers brushed over baby Amrita’s cheeks, his eyes filled with nothing but love.

She felt her knees weaken.

Aaryansh’s arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her. “Breathe, love,” he whispered.

But how could she? This was too much.

The video flickered again.

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The screen showed a living room, her father kneeling with his arms open.

A one-year-old Amrita stood a few feet away, tiny feet wobbling as she took slow steps toward him.

“You can do it, my love,” her father encouraged.

She stumbled, and for a second, fear flashed across her little face.

But before she could fall, he caught her.

“You’ll never fall when I’m here,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Tears streamed down Amrita’s cheeks.

He had been there. He had loved her.

The screen changed again.

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A party. Her father holding her in his arms. A tiny crown on her head.

“Blow the candle, baby,” he chuckled.

She clapped her hands excitedly, making him laugh.

Then, a cake smash.

She grabbed a handful of frosting and smeared it all over his face.

The camera shook with laughter as her father groaned, “Ammu! You little monster!”

Amrita choked on a sob.

She had been so happy.

The screen flickered. The final video began.

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Her father sat by the window, Amrita asleep in his arms.

He gently brushed her hair back, staring down at her like she was his whole world.

“You are my greatest gift,” he whispered. “Even when I’m gone… I will always love you.”

The screen faded to black.

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Dev and Vaidehi sat together in front of the camera, older now, just as she knew them today.

Dev exhaled sharply, rubbing his face. “Happy Birthday, Ammu.”

His voice was strained, as if saying those words hurt him. As if he wanted to say more but didn’t know how.

Vaidehi smiled softly. “Happy birthday, kanna. We love you.”

Dev looked away, his jaw clenching. Then, just before the video ended, he whispered, “I miss you.”

And the screen went dark.

Silence.

The only sound was Amrita’s broken sob.

She turned to Aaryansh, tears streaming down her face. “I—I don’t remember any of this.”

Aaryansh wiped her tears gently. “But it’s real. And it’s yours.”

Her whole body shook with emotions.

She had lost so much.

But tonight, she got a piece of it back.

Aaryansh pulled her into his arms, holding her close as she cried.

And under the moonlight, Amrita finally allowed herself to remember.

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Amrita finally stopped crying. She took a look around her and her breath hitched.

The beach stretched infinitely before her, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight.

The sand, cool and smooth beneath her bare feet, shimmered as if sprinkled with silver dust.

But what stole her breath was the water—an ethereal shade of blue, glowing as if stars had fallen into the ocean.

Bioluminescence danced in the waves, lighting up each ripple with an otherworldly luminescence.

Her eyes widened in sheer wonder, her lips parting as she turned to Aaryansh, who was already watching her with a soft smile.

“You…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the waves. “You brought me here?”

His smile deepened as he stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” she turned in his embrace, eyes shining. “Aarya, this is—this is magical.”

He brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering. “Then it’s perfect. Because you deserve nothing less than magic.”

She felt her heart clench at his words, at the way he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

He suddenly took her hand and led her a little farther into the sand. “Dance with me.”

She blinked. “Now?”

“Now,” he confirmed with a grin, pulling her closer.

There was no music, just the rhythmic melody of the ocean waves, the soft rustling of the palm trees, and their own heartbeat syncing in the still night.

He placed one hand on her waist, the other clasping hers gently. She followed instinctively, her body fitting perfectly against his, as if they were sculpted just for each other.

Barefoot on the cool sand, they swayed, twirling in a slow, intimate rhythm.

His grip was firm yet tender, guiding her effortlessly as they danced under the vast night sky.

Amrita felt weightless, as if she was floating between dream and reality. She had never danced like this before—not with someone who made her feel so cherished, so wanted.

Aaryansh spun her, and she let out a breathless laugh, her hair fanning around her.

He caught her again, his arm tightening around her waist, holding her as if he’d never let go.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured, his lips barely an inch from hers.

She swallowed. “Feel what?”

“The way we fit.” His voice was low, almost a whisper against her skin. “Like we were always meant to.”

Her breath shuddered as she met his gaze—intense, unwavering. She didn’t know what to say, but her silence said enough.

And then, without warning, he swept her off her feet and carried her toward the glowing water.

“Aarya!” she squealed, laughing. “No, don’t—”

But he didn’t listen. He waded into the ocean, the bioluminescent waves swirling around them like liquid light.

The moment he let her down, she gasped, the water illuminating around her.

Tiny glowing specks clung to her skin, making her look like a goddess bathed in stardust.

She looked at her arms, at the soft glow reflecting on her hands, and then at him, awe-struck. “It’s beautiful.”

Aaryansh, however, wasn’t looking at the water. He was looking at her.

She caught his gaze, the intensity in his eyes sending shivers down her spine.

“You’re beautiful,” he said simply.

Before she could reply, he flicked water at her. She gasped and retaliated, splashing him back.

Soon, they were playing like children, chasing each other through the glowing waves, their laughter blending with the ocean breeze.

She dunked under and emerged with glowing droplets cascading down her face, her hair slicked back.

Aaryansh stilled, mesmerized.

“You…” His voice was hushed, as if speaking too loud would break the moment.

“What?” she asked, tilting her head.

He took a step closer, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. “You look like you belong to the stars.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

The waves kissed the shore, the moon stood witness, and the universe itself seemed to pause for them.

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As they played in the glowing waves, laughter filled the air, mixing with the soft crashing of the ocean.

Amrita had never felt so carefree, so weightless, as if every burden had been washed away by the waves.

Aaryansh grabbed her wrist, spinning her before pulling her close, their bodies colliding, their wet skin pressed together.

She gasped, looking up at him with wide eyes, her breath hitching at their proximity.

"You're having fun, aren't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Maybe," she whispered back, her voice teasing, playful.

A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes before, without warning, he tackled her into the water, both of them falling into the glowing waves.

Amrita shrieked, her laughter echoing in the night as she tried to push him off. But he held her there, his strong arms caging her beneath him, the water swirling around them like liquid stardust.

"You really think you can beat me?" he smirked, droplets trickling down his face, his dark, wet hair falling over his forehead.

Amrita, instead of answering, suddenly flipped their positions, straddling him as he lay half-submerged in the water, completely taken aback.

She smirked down at him, her fingers tracing the sharp angles of his jaw.

"I just did," she whispered, her voice sultry, her breath warm against his lips.

His hands slid up her waist, gripping her possessively. "You're dangerous, Buttercup."

She arched a brow. "And?"

"And I fucking love it," he murmured before she crashed her lips against his.

The kiss was pure, raw, filled with unspoken emotions, a love so deep it left them breathless.

There was no hesitation, no doubt—only the need to feel, to consume, to claim.

Aaryansh groaned against her lips, his hands tightening around her waist as he pulled her impossibly closer.

She tasted like salt and moonlight, like something forbidden yet irresistible.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she parted for him, letting him in, letting him take.

The water lapped against them as they lost themselves in each other, the glow of the ocean casting them in an ethereal light.

Amrita tangled her fingers in his wet hair, tugging, making him growl into the kiss.

He responded by gripping the back of her neck, deepening the kiss until she felt dizzy, until the world blurred around them.

When they finally pulled away, both panting, their foreheads pressed together, Aaryansh chuckled. "If you keep kissing me like that, we’re never leaving this beach."

She smirked, running a finger down his chest. "Maybe I don’t want to leave."

His gaze darkened, his grip tightening. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess."

She leaned in, her lips grazing his ear. "And you love it, don’t you?"

Aaryansh groaned, rolling them over again, pinning her beneath him. "You have no idea."

They lay there for a while, flirting, teasing, stealing kisses under the stars.

He whispered sweet nothings against her skin, while she traced invisible patterns on his chest, smiling at his shivers.

Eventually, exhaustion settled over them, their bodies warm despite the cool ocean breeze.

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The waves crashed softly against the shore, their glow casting a mystical shimmer over the sand.

The cool ocean breeze danced through Amrita’s damp hair as she lay on top of Aaryansh, her chest rising and falling against his.

She had tackled him into the water moments ago, their laughter echoing in the stillness of the night.

Now, their breathing had slowed, but the tension crackled between them like fire in a storm.

Aaryansh smirked, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face. “You just couldn’t resist falling for me, huh?” His voice was thick with mischief.

Amrita scoffed, fingers lightly tracing his jaw. “Oh please, you fell first, you fell harder, and you’re still falling.” Her lips curled into a teasing smirk, her eyes locked onto his.

His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her flush against him. “If I am,” he murmured, his voice lower now, “then don’t you think it’s only fair you catch me?”

A shiver ran down her spine, but she refused to let him have the upper hand—at least, not yet. She leaned in, her lips hovering over his, the faintest breath between them.

“Maybe I like watching you struggle,” she whispered, deliberately torturing him with the anticipation.

Aaryansh groaned, his patience snapping as he closed the distance, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss.

His hands roamed over the curve of her back, pressing her against him as if she belonged there, molded to his shape.

The salt from the sea lingered on their tongues, mingling with the raw taste of hunger and love.

He kissed her like he was starved—rough and passionate—pulling soft moans from her as his lips moved over hers, again and again.

When they finally pulled apart, her lips were swollen, her eyes dazed.

“Damn,” he breathed, running a thumb over her bottom lip. “You taste better than the air, better than anything I’ve ever known.”

Amrita let out a breathless chuckle, but before she could form a witty reply, he rolled them over so that he was now above her, caging her between his arms.

His wet, toned body pressed deliciously against hers, sending a flush of heat through her skin despite the cool ocean breeze.

“I should warn you,” he murmured, his nose brushing against hers, “if you keep looking at me like that, I might just forget the whole world exists.”

She arched a brow, pretending to be unimpressed despite the rapid pounding of her heart. “Oh? And what exactly am I doing?”

He smirked, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on her waist. “Looking at me like you want me to ruin you.”

Her breath hitched, and he caught it instantly.

“Oh?” He grinned, tilting his head. “Speechless, my fierce little lioness?”

She rolled her eyes, pushing at his chest. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.” He winked, kissing her again, this time softer—lingering, savoring.

When he pulled back, she flicked his forehead lightly. “Now, get off me before I drown you for being so cocky.”

Aaryansh laughed, rolling onto his back beside her, both of them gazing up at the moonlit sky, their fingers intertwined in the sand.

“You know,” he said, squeezing her hand, “if this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up.”

She turned her head to him, smiling. “Then don’t.”

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Amrita lay on the cool, wet sand, her breath still uneven from their playful splashes in the glowing water. Aaryansh hovered above her, his weight supported on his forearms, his damp hair falling slightly over his forehead.

The ocean’s shimmering hues reflected in his dark eyes, making them glow with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

“You kissed me,” he murmured, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.

“I did,” she whispered back, her fingers unconsciously tracing the sharp lines of his jaw.

He hummed, tilting his head. “Was that… a confession?”

Amrita narrowed her eyes. “What do you think?”

“I think…” He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing hers, “You’re madly in love with me.”

She scoffed, pushing at his chest. “Oh please, if anyone’s madly in love here, it’s you.”

Aaryansh caught her wrist, bringing it to his lips, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “That, my love, is undeniable.”

Heat spread across her cheeks. She tried to sit up, but he didn’t let her, instead flipping them so that she was now lying half on top of him.

His fingers toyed with the ends of her damp hair, twisting a strand around his finger lazily.

“Admit it, Buttercup,” he murmured, eyes hooded.

“Admit what?” she played innocent.

“That you melt for me.”

She snorted, resting her chin on his chest. “I don’t melt for anyone.”

Aaryansh chuckled, his hands sliding up her waist, thumbs brushing slow, teasing circles against her skin. “Liar. Your blush tells a different story.”

Her heart thumped loudly against her ribs, but she refused to back down. Instead, she let her fingers trail down his chest, her nails lightly scratching against his skin. She leaned in, her lips a breath away from his ear.

“Maybe I just like playing with you,” she whispered, letting her lips graze his earlobe before pulling back, watching the way his muscles tensed.

His grip on her waist tightened. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re playing with fire.”

She smirked. “And yet, you won’t burn me.”

Aaryansh exhaled sharply, eyes locked onto her lips. “No, but I might ruin you for anyone else.”

Her breath hitched, and before she could recover, he flipped them again, caging her beneath him. His nose brushed against hers, teasing, slow.

“Tell me,” he whispered, “should I kiss you senseless right now or should I make you beg for it?”

Her throat ran dry, but she still managed to smirk. “Oh, Aarya, you should know by now… I don’t beg.”

He grinned. “Then I guess I have to work harder.”

And just like that, he caught her lips in a slow, devastating kiss again. His hands mapped her body as if memorizing every inch, every curve.

The ocean waves lapped at their legs, the cold water a stark contrast to the fire burning between them.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Aaryansh groaned against her lips, taking his time, deepening the kiss, savoring her.

“You taste like the sea,” he murmured against her lips, then pressed another kiss to her jaw, then her throat.

She shivered. “And you taste like trouble.”

He chuckled. “You love trouble.”

She sighed, feigning annoyance. “Unfortunately.”

They stayed there, teasing, kissing, touching—drunk on each other, drunk on the night.

Eventually, exhaustion won over. Amrita curled into Aaryansh’s side, her head on his chest, their fingers intertwined.

He lazily ran his hand down her back, his voice softer now.

“Happy birthday, Buttercup,” he whispered against her hair.

She smiled against his skin. “Best birthday ever.”

And as the night stretched on, with the waves singing their lullaby and the stars standing as witnesses, they stayed there—flirting, rizzing, kissing, teasing—until sleep finally pulled them under the night’s embrace.

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Between the moonlight and his touch, she lost track of time, lost herself in him.💙🩵