So I know that you really had so many expectations with this book. But I already cleared the thing that I'm writing this in so much rush. I really wanted to make it more impressive and their breakup would have been some other thing not Aryan. I clearly mentioned that I'm not able to write about their past which I really wanted to. After whatever happened I cleared that I'm ending this story so soon.. please try to understand me I'm not a robot who'll work according to others. I wanted to make sure that this will mark something in your heart but unfortunately I couldn't do that. I had my reasons. Nd I can't change anything now because paid readers have read till bonus chapters. I can't change things like this. After 20th January i literally wrote the whole book except bonus chapters in less than 10 days. So please try to understand my situation. After all the things that happened, I lost my courage for this story. I thought people will surely hate this book and me for those fake allegations. But I'll make sure to add those missing things in some other book. And I'll surely work on another book with same Professor x Student trope someday. And I'll make that memorable and interesting. For now if you want to read something filled with love and trust, then go with my book 'ISHQ MUBARAK' and if you want to read something like bride series then lemme tell you that I have started another book too. That's 'AINA: His Reluctant Bride'. Go through it it's kind off romcom too. You'll love that.
And I'm genuinely sorry for everything, for ruining your expectations, your feelings and everything!!!
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The evening stretched on, calm and serene, after the whirlwind of Reyansh's proposal.
Neither of them spoke much on the way to the restaurant, as the moment lingered between them, heavy with the emotions of the proposal.
The drive was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the car's engine and the occasional rustle of wind through the trees.
Noor sat beside Reyansh, her hand resting gently on her lap, still reeling from the words he'd said and the weight of the ring he had placed on her finger.
A smile tugged at her lips, but she was lost in thought.
How had everything changed so quickly?
She thought back to the turmoil, the pain, and all that had transpired between them.
But now, here they were, and somehow, everything seemed to make sense.
Reyansh, too, was quiet, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a newfound purpose.
His heart was still pounding in his chest. He had finally done it-finally told her the truth and asked her for the one thing he had been afraid of asking.
The ring on her finger was a symbol of more than just a proposal-it was the promise of a future he was determined to give her.
They arrived at a quaint little restaurant, tucked away from the bustling streets, a peaceful haven for lovers and dreamers alike.
It was the perfect place for a quiet dinner, just the two of them.
As they stepped inside, the waiter escorted them to their table by the window.
The night was softly lit, the dim light casting a warm glow on their faces.
They sat down, and the waiter handed them the menu, but neither of them seemed to have much appetite.
They sat in a silence that was somehow comforting.
Noor couldn't help but gaze at Reyansh, the man she had once pushed away, the man who had come back into her life with a promise of forever.
She reached for her glass of water, her fingers trembling slightly. Reyansh watched her, his eyes softening when he saw the tiny flicker of nerves in her.
"Are you okay?" Reyansh asked, his voice low and tender.
Noor nodded, her eyes meeting his. "I'm just trying to process everything," she admitted softly. "It's been... a lot."
Reyansh smiled, the tension easing between them. He reached across the table, taking her hand in his.
"You don't have to process it all at once. I'll be here with you, every step of the way."
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The food arrived, but they barely touched it.
The atmosphere was filled with a gentle understanding, a quiet companionship that said everything they needed to say without words.
After dinner, Reyansh stood and offered his hand to Noor. She accepted, and together, they left the restaurant.
The evening air was cool and crisp, and as they walked to the car, Reyansh wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer.
Noor leaned into him, her head resting on his chest, feeling safe and content in the warmth of his embrace.
The drive to Noor's house was peaceful. Neither of them felt the need to fill the silence with words; it was a comfortable quiet, filled with the unspoken promises of the future.
Reyansh's hand rested gently on hers as he drove, their fingers occasionally brushing together in a silent acknowledgment of the bond they shared.
When they finally arrived at Noor's house, Reyansh turned off the car and faced her.
They both hesitated, not wanting the night to end, not wanting the warmth of each other's presence to fade.
But reality loomed just ahead, and Noor knew it was time to say goodbye-at least for the night.
Reyansh turned toward her, his expression soft.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, his voice gentle, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.
Noor smiled, her heart swelling with love. "Tomorrow," she echoed, her voice full of promise. "I'll see you tomorrow."
They lingered in the car for a moment, neither of them moving.
Then, as if they couldn't wait any longer, Reyansh leaned in, his lips brushing softly against her forehead, then her cheeks, before finally capturing her lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.
It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a kiss that sealed the promise he had made to her-of love, of trust, and of a future they would build together.
When the kiss broke, Noor rested her forehead against his, her eyes closed. "Goodnight, Ansh," she whispered.
"Goodnight, Noor," he replied, his voice thick with emotion.
Reluctantly, she opened the door and stepped out of the car, feeling the cool night air on her skin.
She turned back to him one last time, her eyes locking with his.
Reyansh watched her walk up to the door, his heart full.
He waited until she was safely inside before driving off into the night, his thoughts only on her.
As Noor entered her room, she leaned against the door, closing her eyes for a moment.
A small smile tugged at her lips, and she whispered to herself, "Everything's going to be okay. Finally."
And with that, she knew-her heart had found its home, and it was with Reyansh.
>
The days leading up to their engagement were filled with excitement, anticipation, and a flurry of activity.
The air was filled with a sense of purpose as both Noor and Reyansh began preparing for the most important day of their lives.
Everything had fallen into place after the tumultuous journey they had gone through, and now, they were finally ready to embrace the future together.
In Noor's home, the atmosphere was one of nervous excitement. Her family was busy with the final touches for the engagement ceremony.
The house was adorned with delicate decorations, fresh flowers, and soft lighting.
The scent of jasmine and roses filled the air, giving the whole house a serene and peaceful vibe.
Noor was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, her long hair flowing in waves, as her mother helped her with the finishing touches.
Noor glanced at herself in the mirror, her heart fluttering with the realization that today was the day she would be engaged to the love of her life.
A soft smile played on her lips as she thought about Reyansh-how he had fought for their love, how he had shown her that they belonged together, and how he had proved that love was worth fighting for.
She was wearing a soft light shade of golden lehenga, the fabric shimmering with intricate gold embroidery that added an air of elegance and grace.
The lehenga hugged her frame perfectly, and the pink hues made her look even more radiant.
The soft, delicate pink was a symbol of the love she shared with Reyansh-a love that had blossomed despite all odds.
Her makeup was subtle, enhancing her natural beauty, and her jewelry sparkled as it reflected the light in the room.
As Noor adjusted her necklace, her mother came up behind her and smiled warmly.
"You look beautiful, Noor. Reyansh will be speechless when he sees you."
Noor blushed and smiled, her heart swelling with emotions. "I hope so, Mom."
Meanwhile, across town, Reyansh was in his family home, preparing for the big day. His family was just as busy as Noor's, but Reyansh was quiet.
His mind kept drifting to the moment when he would finally propose to Noor officially, when he would place the ring on her finger and vow to never let her go.
He knew that this engagement wasn't just a formality; it was the beginning of a life they had both longed for.
Reyansh wore a light golden sherwani, the color carefully chosen to complement Noor's outfit.
His outfit had intricate silver embroidery that added a regal touch. He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his turban, his eyes thoughtful as he stared at his reflection.
His face still bore traces of the intense emotions he'd gone through over the years-love, regret, joy, and anticipation. But now, as he looked ahead, he felt certain of one thing: Noor was the only woman he wanted in his life.
His mother came into the room and smiled at him. "You look handsome, Ansh. I know you've been through a lot to get here, but it was all worth it."
Reyansh's eyes softened as he turned to her. "Yes, Mom. It was. She's worth everything."
As Reyansh and Noor prepared for their big day, the energy in both houses was electric.
The final arrangements were made, and soon, both families would come together to celebrate the love that had brought them here.
There was a sense of joy and happiness in the air, as if the universe itself was acknowledging the long journey that had led to this moment.
When it was time for the ceremony to begin, both families arrived at the venue-a beautifully decorated hall, bathed in soft light and filled with the fragrance of flowers.
The guests were seated, chatting softly among themselves, their excitement palpable.
Noor's parents and Reyansh's parents greeted each other warmly, exchanging pleasantries.
The stage was set for the grand occasion, and the guests eagerly awaited the arrival of the couple.
Noor entered the hall first, her heart racing as she walked down the aisle, her lehenga swirling around her with every step.
Reyansh stood at the altar, waiting for her with a smile on his face. As Noor walked towards him, her eyes locked with his, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
The world seemed to stop, and it was just the two of them, as it always had been.
Reyansh's heart raced in his chest as he saw her approaching. She looked more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.
The golden lehenga made her look like an angel, and the joy in her eyes reflected the love he had for her.
He couldn't wait for this moment to be official, for her to become his, and for them to start their new life together.
As Noor reached Reyansh, he took her hand in his, their fingers entwining naturally.
The ceremony began, but for them, it felt like everything had already fallen into place.
They had already faced the hardest challenges, and now, they were ready to face the future together, hand in hand.
After the engagement ring was exchanged, Reyansh looked into Noor's eyes and smiled softly. "I love you," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.
Noor smiled back, her eyes sparkling with tears of joy. "I love you too, Ansh. I always have."
The engagement was a celebration not just of their love but of the strength they had found in each other, the trust they had built, and the journey they had taken to get here.
It was the beginning of a new chapter in their lives-a chapter filled with hope, love, and endless possibilities.
As the evening progressed, the hall was filled with laughter, music, and joy.
Guests congratulated the couple, and both families celebrated the union of their children.
But for Noor and Reyansh, this night was about them-about their love, their commitment, and the life they were about to build together.
And as they stood there, hand in hand, surrounded by their loved ones, they knew that this was just the beginning of their happily ever after.
>
The excitement in the air was palpable as the day of the pre-wedding functions arrived.
The Haldi, Mehndi, and Sangeet ceremonies were about to take place, each one filled with laughter, tradition, and joy.
Noor and Reyansh's families were buzzing with energy as they prepared for the festivities, eager to celebrate the couple's journey before the grand wedding day.
>
The day began with the Haldi ceremony, a lively and colorful event that marked the start of the wedding celebrations.
The house was decorated with marigold flowers, and the vibrant yellow color of the Haldi paste filled the air with a sense of joy.
Noor, dressed in a simple yellow lehenga with floral patterns, sat surrounded by her close family and friends.
Her face was radiant with excitement as her cousins and friends applied Haldi to her arms and legs, playfully smearing it on her cheeks and laughing together.
Noor's mother lovingly applied the Haldi to her face, while her father and uncles teased her, reminding her of the old tradition that the bride should be glowing like the sun on her wedding day.
Noor giggled as the Haldi was applied, her heart racing with the anticipation of the upcoming celebrations.
It was a simple, yet beautiful, ritual that made her feel even closer to her roots, and to the journey that was about to unfold.
Across the room, Reyansh was sitting in the midst of his family for his own Haldi ceremony. He was dressed in a pale yellow kurta, a perfect contrast to Noor's outfit.
His friends and family gathered around him, laughing and joking as they applied Haldi to his face, arms, and neck.
The teasing banter between him and his cousins made the atmosphere lighthearted and filled with warmth.
In the middle of the celebration, Reyansh stole a glance at Noor from across the room.
Her beauty, even with the yellow paste covering her face, made his heart skip a beat. They shared a smile from afar, a look that spoke volumes about the love that had grown between them.
Noor's eyes sparkled with happiness as she playfully waved at him. Reyansh couldn't help but smile back, feeling his heart swell with affection.
>
The next function was the Mehndi ceremony, a colorful and intimate gathering that would see the bride's hands and feet decorated with intricate henna designs.
Noor sat in a beautifully decorated area, her hands outstretched as the mehndi artist carefully applied the beautiful designs to her palms.
Her cousins and friends surrounded her, excitedly chatting and laughing, eager to make her laugh as they applied their own small henna designs.
Noor's mom and aunts joined in the fun, applying henna on their hands and sharing stories about their own weddings.
The air was filled with excitement as Noor's hands began to take shape with beautiful patterns. As the Mehndi dried, Noor's smile grew wider.
The intricate designs were not just symbols of the celebration, but of the love she was about to celebrate with Reyansh.
Reyansh, of course, couldn't miss out on the festivities. Though traditionally, the groom does not participate in the Mehndi ceremony, Reyansh made sure to attend, walking into the room with a smile.
His presence made the atmosphere even more magical, as friends and family surrounded him, trying to get a glimpse of the bride-to-be.
Though he wasn't getting any henna applied to his hands, Reyansh's playful teasing of Noor and the way he kept sending her affectionate glances made her blush.
Noor and Reyansh exchanged a few words, both enjoying the moment despite the bustling crowd around them.
Noor couldn't help but joke, "Are you jealous of my henna designs? I know, they are pretty intricate."
Reyansh raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Not at all. But I wonder how intricate the designs will be for me when I'm married to you."
Noor laughed softly, and her heart fluttered as she gazed at him, thinking how lucky she was to have found someone who understood her heart so well.
>
The night came alive with music and dance as the Sangeet ceremony began. The Sangeet is a time for celebration, and this was no exception.
The venue was beautifully lit with chandeliers and fairy lights, casting a soft, romantic glow over the entire space.
The stage was set for performances, with family members and friends dressed in their finest traditional attire.
Noor, dressed in a light green lehenga with gold embroidery, looked stunning as she entered the venue. Her long hair was styled in soft waves, and her smile radiated warmth.
Reyansh, on the other hand, wore a light green sherwani that perfectly matched Noor's lehenga. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she made her way to the stage.
The night kicked off with performances by the bride's family. Noor's cousins and friends danced to some of her favorite songs, filling the room with energy and joy.
Laughter echoed through the venue as they performed fun, lively dances, making everyone laugh and cheer.
Noor joined them on the dance floor, her enthusiasm contagious. She twirled and laughed as the music played, reveling in the joy of the moment.
Soon, it was time for Reyansh's family to take the stage. Reyansh, with his family and friends, performed a fun, energetic dance number.
His steps were filled with excitement, and everyone couldn't help but applaud his energy and charm.
When the dance ended, Reyansh grabbed Noor's hand, pulling her onto the stage for a sweet, romantic dance.
The couple swirled together under the lights, their connection evident in the way they moved together in sync.
The music slowed, and Reyansh held Noor close, whispering in her ear, "You look more beautiful than I could ever imagine."
Noor smiled, her heart racing. "So do you," she whispered back, as they danced the night away, oblivious to the world around them.
As the night went on, everyone danced, laughed, and celebrated the union of two families. The Sangeet was filled with love, joy, and happiness, with Reyansh and Noor at the center of it all.
Both families bonded over shared laughter, making new memories that would last a lifetime. The night ended with an atmosphere of pure bliss, with everyone excited for what the future held for the couple.
The Haldi, Mehndi, and Sangeet ceremonies had come to an end, but the love and joy shared that night would carry them through to the wedding day.
Each of these moments marked a beautiful step in the journey that Noor and Reyansh were about to embark on together.
As they held each other close, they knew that no matter what the future held, they had found their forever in each other.
>
The day everyone had been waiting for finally arrived. The venue was transformed into a paradise of lights, flowers, and decorations.
Every corner shimmered with hues of pink, gold, and ivory. The families bustled with joy, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh roses and the soft notes of traditional wedding music.
Reyansh was already at the mandap, looking regal in his ivory sherwani with light pink embroidery, his turban adorned with a stunning brooch.
His face was calm, but his heart raced with anticipation. Today, Noor would officially become his, and he would ensure she was cherished forever.
>
The sound of conch shells echoed through the hall as Noor walked down the aisle, accompanied by her parents. Her lehenga, a blend of blush pink and gold, shimmered with every step.
Her dupatta, draped over her head, gave her the look of a goddess. Her kohl-lined eyes sparkled as she glanced at Reyansh, who stood mesmerized.
As she reached the mandap, Reyansh extended his hand to help her step up.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. The priest signaled for the garland exchange, and the families began cheering.
Noor hesitated, her cheeks turning pink, as Reyansh bent slightly to let her place the garland around his neck.
Everyone clapped and cheered as she did so. When it was Reyansh's turn, he smiled mischievously and stood tall, making her stretch a little.
Noor pouted, and Reyansh finally bent down, letting her place the garland on him. The hall erupted in laughter and applause, the couple glowing with happiness.
>
The couple sat before the sacred fire as the priest began chanting the mantras. Noor and Reyansh folded their hands in prayer, seeking blessings for their union.
Then came the moment for the pheras, the sacred seven rounds around the fire, each signifying a vow they would take together.
First Phera: "We promise to provide nourishment, prosperity, and happiness for each other throughout our lives."
Reyansh glanced at Noor, silently vowing to always care for her, while Noor smiled, determined to be his partner in everything.
Second Phera: "We promise to remain loyal and faithful to one another."
As they took the second round, their steps felt steady, like the foundation of trust they had rebuilt.
Third Phera: "We promise to grow together and achieve our spiritual, emotional, and financial goals."
Noor thought of their journey so far, how they had grown despite the challenges, and felt grateful for this moment.
Fourth Phera: "We promise to care for and respect each other's families."
They both looked at their parents, who watched them with pride and joy.
Fifth Phera: "We promise to raise strong, virtuous children and provide them with a life full of love."
Noor blushed at the thought, and Reyansh squeezed her hand gently, reassuring her.
Sixth Phera: "We promise to stand by each other in sickness, health, joy, and sorrow."
Memories of their hardships flashed in their minds, and they silently vowed to never let go of one another.
Seventh Phera: "We promise to be lifelong companions and best friends, bound by love and commitment."
As they completed the seventh round, Reyansh felt a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing Noor was now his forever.
The priest handed Reyansh the mangalsutra, the sacred nuptial chain. With steady hands, Reyansh placed it gently around Noor's neck, fastening it securely.
Noor touched it with trembling fingers, feeling the weight of its significance-it was a symbol of their eternal bond.
Then came the sindoor ceremony. The priest handed Reyansh the red vermillion powder, instructing him to apply it to Noor's hair partition.
As he leaned forward, their gazes locked, and the world seemed to fade away. Reyansh carefully applied the sindoor, but some of it fell onto Noor's nose.
Gasps and laughter filled the room as the older women whispered, "When sindoor falls on the bride's nose, it means her husband loves her deeply." Noor's cheeks turned crimson, and Reyansh smiled, leaning slightly closer to her and whispering, "Well, they're not wrong."
Noor's heart swelled with emotion, and she blinked back tears of happiness.
The priest declared them husband and wife, and the families erupted in celebration.
Noor and Reyansh touched the feet of their elders, receiving their blessings. Their mothers embraced them, their fathers patted their shoulders proudly, and the siblings teased them mercilessly.
As the rituals concluded and they walked out hand in hand, Reyansh leaned closer to Noor and whispered, "How does it feel to officially be Mrs. Malhotra?"
Noor smiled shyly and replied, "It feels... perfect."
Reyansh squeezed her hand. "It's because we are."
The wedding had been nothing short of magical, and as they stepped out into the beautifully lit courtyard, surrounded by their loved ones, Noor and Reyansh knew this was just the beginning of a lifetime of happiness.
>
The atmosphere was bittersweet as Noor's bidai ceremony began. The once joyful air of celebration turned into quiet sniffles and tears.
Noor's mother held her tightly, her sobs muffled as she whispered, "Meri bachi ka khayal rakhna, Reyansh. Woh ab tumhari zimmedari hai."
(Take care of my daughter, Reyansh. She's your responsibility now.)
Reyansh, his voice steady but filled with emotion, nodded and said, "Maa, aap bilkul fikar mat kijiye. Noor meri zindagi hai, uska hamesha khayal rakhunga."
(Don't worry mom. Noor is my life, I'll take care of her forever.)
Kiana, Noor's cousin stepped forward, her voice trembling but firm. She turned to Reyansh and said softly, "Meri behen ka ache se khayal rakhna, please."
(Please take care of my sister.)
Her earnestness tugged at Reyansh's heart, but before he could respond, Rohan, ever the mischief-maker, interjected with a playful grin.
"Arey, cutie! Tum kaho to tumhe bhi saath le chale, milkar khayal rakhenge!"
(Hey cutie! If you want you can come with us, we'll take care of her together.)
The girl's cheeks flushed a deep red as she glared at him, her lips pursing in mild annoyance. "Apna kaam karo, zyada mat bolo!" she shot back, trying to mask her embarrassment.
(Mind your own business. Don't blabber much.)
Reyansh turned to glare at him, his jaw tightening.
Rohan, sensing the danger, quickly corrected himself, "Mazaak kar raha tha mai to!"
(I was just joking.)
Reyansh's mom lightly smacked Rohan's head, shaking her head at his antics.
The tension broke, and everyone laughed lightly through their tears.
Noor, now holding her father's hand, looked at her parents one last time with watery eyes, whispering,
"Aap hamesha mere saath hain, mujhe pata hai." Her father nodded, trying to hold back his emotions as he placed her hand in Reyansh's.
(You are always with me, I know that.)
Reyansh gently guided her to the car, and as they drove away, Noor's parents stood at the gate, waving until the car disappeared.
Noor clutched Reyansh's hand, feeling the weight of the change settling in, but his reassuring touch told her she wasn't alone.
>
The Malhotra mansion was glowing with lights, and a small group of relatives waited at the entrance for the new couple.
Reyansh's mom performed the traditional aarti, welcoming the bride into their home.
Noor, nervous but smiling, kicked the kalash of rice gently with her right foot before stepping into the house.
She left her red footprints behind, a symbol of the bride bringing prosperity and happiness into her new home.
Rohan, as always, couldn't resist teasing. "Noor, lagta hai ghar ka fortune ab double hone wala hai, lekin bhai ka patience half ho gaya hoga!" Reyansh shot him a warning look, but Noor giggled, her nerves easing slightly.
(Noor, it seems that the fortune of the house is about to double, but brother's patience may have halved!)
Once inside, the family gathered around for the playful ring-finding ritual. A large silver bowl filled with milk, rose petals, and coins was brought to the center of the hall.
The priest placed a small silver ring inside, and Noor and Reyansh were instructed to find it.
Rohan clapped his hands excitedly. "Acha, ab asli mazaa dekhte hain. Bhai vs. Noor!"
(Okay, so now let's see real fun. Bhai vs Noor.)
The couple dipped their hands into the bowl simultaneously, their fingers brushing against each other as they searched for the ring.
Reyansh, ever the competitor, smirked as he pretended to find the ring but quickly moved it out of Noor's reach.
Noor narrowed her eyes, realizing his trick. She leaned closer and whispered, "Cheating kar rahe ho? Yeh baat yaad rakhungi."
(You are cheating? I'll remember this.)
Reyansh chuckled. "Shaadi ke baad har cheez mein tum jeetogi. Mujhe ek baar toh jeetne do."
(After marriage you'll win everytime. Let me win just for once.)
But Noor wasn't one to back down. Using a quick move, she grabbed the ring before Reyansh could and held it up triumphantly.
The family cheered, and Rohan declared loudly, "Aur jeet gayi Noor! Bhai ki first haar shaadi ke din hi."
(And Noor has won! Bhai's first failure on his own wedding day.)
Reyansh shook his head with a smirk. "This isn't over," he murmured to Noor, who simply smiled sweetly.
>
After the rituals, Noor was guided to Reyansh's room, which was beautifully decorated with flowers and candles.
The soft lighting gave the space a dreamy, intimate feel. Noor felt overwhelmed by the love and effort the family had put into making her feel welcome.
Reyansh walked to his room, his heart racing slightly as he approached the door. Inside, Noor was sitting on the bed, draped in her bridal attire.
Her face was covered with a delicate veil, her posture shy yet graceful. He paused for a moment, admiring her silhouette, before stepping closer.
He gently reached out to lift her veil, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric when suddenly-
"Suhagrat hai, ghunghat utha raha hoon main!"
The loud, teasing song blared through the hallway, breaking the serene moment.
Reyansh froze, his hand midway to the veil, his brow furrowing deeply. Noor stifled a laugh under her veil, knowing exactly who was behind this interruption.
Gritting his teeth, Reyansh turned toward the door, his mood now completely shifted.
He yanked the door open and stepped into the hallway, the song still playing on repeat.
Standing there, grinning sheepishly, was none other than Rohan, holding a speaker in his hand, the culprit of the chaos.
The moment Rohan saw Reyansh's murderous expression, his smile faltered. "Uh... bhai, main bas... Mahol banane ki koshish kar raha tha," he stammered, stepping back cautiously.
(Uh... Bhai, I was trying to maintain atmosphere.)
Reyansh folded his arms, his piercing glare enough to make Rohan sweat. "Atmosphere?" he repeated, his voice dangerously low.
Realizing he was in trouble, Rohan quickly switched tactics. "Mazaak tha, bhai! Chhota sa mazaak! Aap enjoy nahi karte na bilkul bhi!"
(It was a joke! A small joke! You don't enjoy a Lil bit.)
Before Reyansh could respond, Rohan decided not to stick around for the consequences. "Okay, main ja raha hoon! Goodnight!" he blurted, clutching the speaker tightly and bolting down the hallway.
(Okay, I'm going! Goodnight!)
Reyansh watched him flee, his irritation giving way to faint amusement. Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, "Yeh ladka kabhi nahi sudhrega."
(He'll never change.)
He turned back to his room, shutting the door behind him. Noor, still seated on the bed, couldn't hold back her giggles any longer.
Reyansh sighed and walked back toward her, his expression softening.
"This is what I deal with every day," he said, sitting down beside her.
Noor peeked at him from under her veil, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Lagta hai, Rohan ka mazaak kaafi successful tha," she teased.
(It seems like Rohan's joke was successful.)
Reyansh let out a small chuckle and shook his head. "Let's see if he laughs this much when I return the favor."
>
Reyansh carefully untangled a strand of Noor's dark hair, which had stubbornly caught around a delicate pearl earring.
He worked slowly, his fingers brushing against her warm skin, sending shivers down her spine.
The scent of her jasmine perfume filled the air, a heady aroma that was quickly becoming synonymous with 'home' for him.
They were finally, irrevocably, home.
Married.
The wedding had been a whirlwind of vibrant colours, boisterous relatives, and a million whispered blessings.
It was a silence filled with unspoken promises, a quiet anticipation that hummed between them.
"There," he murmured, finally freeing the strand. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. "All done."
Noor turned in his arms, her dark eyes sparkling with affection. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice laced with a shyness that still surprised him, even after months of courtship.
She was a force of nature in the boardroom, a confident and articulate businesswoman. But here, with him, she was soft, vulnerable, and utterly enchanting.
She moved towards the walk-in closet, the silk of her sari whispering against her skin. "I'm going to change," she announced, her voice barely audible.
Reyansh nodded, already tugging at the buttons of his sherwani. He quickly changed into a pair of comfortable trousers, the epitome of relaxation after days spent in formal attire.
He stretched, sinking into the plush cushions of the armchair, and waited for Noor to emerge.
The minutes ticked by, filled only with the soft hum of the air conditioner. He was beginning to doze off when the closet door clicked open.
Reyansh's eyes snapped open. He stared.
Noor stood framed in the doorway, bathed in the soft light of the closet. The lehenga was gone, replaced by a black nightgown of sheer lace.It barely reached her mid-thigh, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of long, sculpted legs.
Beneath the lace, he could make out the shadowy outline of matching lace undergarments. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
He had seen her in saris, in dresses, in business suits that screamed power and competence. But he had never seen her like this. This was... audacious. Intoxicating.
She blushed under his intense gaze, a small, nervous smile playing on her lips. It was a tentative offer, an invitation to cross a threshold.
Reyansh stood up, his legs suddenly feeling unsteady. He moved towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, gently tracing the curve of her cheek with the back of his hand.
"You are... beautiful, Noor," he managed to whisper, his voice thick with emotion.
He pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of pent-up desire, of longing finally fulfilled, of the promise of a lifetime spent exploring each other.
They tumbled onto the bed, the soft mattress cushioning their fall. His hands roamed over her body, savoring the feel of the delicate lace against her skin.
Noor reached for her anklets, a delicate silver chain jingling, but Reyansh gently stopped her. "Let them stay," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
"I want to hear them chime with your moans." His touch was tender, yet urgent.
A gasp escaped her lips, and she shivered in his arms. He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring the sweet recesses of her mouth.
He slowly, deliberately, began to undress her, peeling away the layers of lace with agonizing slowness.
She returned the favor, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pajama top, her touch sending electric currents through his body.
When she was finally naked before him, he couldn't help but stare. Her skin was flawless, smooth and creamy under the soft light. He traced the curve of her breasts, marveling at their fullness.
He bent his head and kissed one breast, then the other, teasing her nipples with his tongue until she cried out.
He felt her shiver in his arms, her body trembling with anticipation. He squeezed her breasts gently, reveling in the soft moans that escaped her lips.
He moved his hand down her stomach, his fingers trailing a path of fire. He could feel the dampness between her legs, a clear indication of her arousal.
He gently parted her folds, his fingers finding her clit. He began to massage her, slowly at first, then faster and harder, until she was writhing beneath him, gasping for breath.
He finally slipped off his trousers followed by boxers revealing his own arousal.
Noor's eyes widened at the sight of him, her breath catching in her throat. He was more than she had imagined, and she found herself momentarily speechless.
"Noor, I..." Reyansh began, reading the hesitation in her eyes, "is something wrong?"
She shook her head, her hair swaying across her shoulders. "No, it's just..." She trailed off, her eyes dropping to his arousal, which stood proudly, a testament to his desire. A small blush crept her cheeks.
He moved to enter her, but she stopped him. "Wait," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Protection."
Reyansh stilled. He looked into her eyes, seeing the flicker of fear mingled with desire. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"Trust me, Noor," he murmured, kissing her softly on the lips. "Just trust me."
And then, he was inside her.
The world exploded in a symphony of sensations. The initial sting of penetration quickly faded, replaced by a burning pleasure that consumed them both. Noor cried out, her nails digging into his back.
He began to move, slowly at first, then faster and deeper.
The room filled with her moans and the rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding.
The silver anklets on her ankles jingled with every thrust, creating a tantalizing melody that drove him wild.
He pushed her harder, his movements becoming more frantic.
He could feel her tightening around him, her body arching towards his.
He reached the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo.
He let out a guttural groan and plunged deep inside her, emptying himself completely.
Noor cried out, her body shuddering in the aftermath. She clung to him tightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
They lay entwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison.
The silence in the room was no longer deafening but filled with the quiet contentment of shared intimacy.
He kissed her gently on the forehead. "Are you okay?" he whispered.
She nodded, her eyes still closed. "More than okay," she murmured. "Perfect."
He smiled. "Me too," he said, pulling her closer.
He knew, in that moment, that their journey had just begun.
The wedding was over, the formalities were done. Now was the time for them to explore each other, to discover the depths of their love, to build a life together, one filled with passion, trust, and the sweet music of silver anklets.
The night was young, and their future stretched before them, a vast and exciting landscape waiting to be explored. And he couldn't wait to explore it with Noor, his wife, his lover, his everything.
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Okay so this was the first time I wrote something like this and as you can see there's so much rush. Please don't remind me again that thing. It hits me hard. Falshbacks and all I can't handle myself. I'm a patient and i don't want to get hurt again and again. Life has given me so much damage so I don't want again. This is not for sympathy it's just I couldn't stop myself from saying. I don't need anyone's sympathy so just vote and leave comments.
And ik the smut part was not worthy but trust me, for AINA, I'm giving my 1000. I wanted to make it beautiful too but rush rush rush.
And so sorry for boring chapters!!!
Okay byee