Aadish smiled softly, putting the box aside on the table. He carefully and gently slid the green bangles onto her wrists.
Yes, it was the bangles - the green bangles.
[Easy to carry and wouldn't hurt his Mrs.]
He had always been an observant man, quiet yet keenly aware of the little things that brought joy to his wifeâs heart. Jewelry wasnât just an ornament to herâit was a language, a reflection of love, tradition, and beauty. And though she never voiced her desires, her eyes spoke louder than words.
Every day, as they passed the small stall on their way to his office, he noticed how her gaze lingered on the delicate glass bangles, shimmering under the golden sunlight. She never reached out to buy them, never even hinted at wanting them, but the way her eyes lit up at the sight told him everything he needed to know.
So, before she could ever askâbefore even she could realize she wanted themâhe had already taken the first step. He had gone to his Maa Sa, seeking her blessings, because he knew how much it would mean for his wife to receive something that carried both love and tradition. And then, with quiet determination, he bought the bangles himself, choosing the ones he had seen reflecting in her eyes for days.
That evening, as he placed them in her hands, he didnât need her words to know he had made the right choice. The way she held them, the soft gasp of surprise, the way her fingers traced over the smooth, cool glassâthese moments were worth more than any spoken gratitude. Because love, after all, wasnât always in grand gestures. Sometimes, it was in the smallest details, in the things left unsaid but deeply felt.
"Wow, they are looking so beautiful, Aadish!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with pure delight as she wiggled her wrists, making the delicate glass bangles chime in a sweet, rhythmic melody.
Aadish watched her, completely mesmerized. Her happiness was infectious, spreading warmth through him like a flame that needed no fuel but her joy.
"Yes... because of you, Jaan," he murmured, his voice deep yet gentle, carrying the weight of emotions he rarely put into words.
He remained on one knee, one hand resting there for balance, while the other lightly supported his face. The way he looked at herâsoft, intense, completely lost in the momentâmade it seem like a picture from a dream, one where love wasnât just spoken but felt in every unspoken gesture. She was happy because of his gift, and he was adoring her because her happiness was his greatest treasure.
Avantika's eyes refused to leave the bangles, her fingers tracing the smooth glass as if committing every color, every shimmer, to memory. She was lost in their delicate beauty until a sudden touch at her feet pulled her back to the moment.
Startled, she looked down to find Aadish, his strong hands gently cradling her ankle as he slipped off her sandal with the utmost care, as if even the mere act of touching her required reverence.
A sharp jolt ran through her, an unexplainable current sparking beneath his fingertips. Reflexively, she pulled her leg back, her breath hitching in surprise.
Aadishâs gaze snapped to hers, concern flashing in his deep, intense eyes. "Kya hua, Jaan?" (What happened, my love?) he asked, his voice laced with worry.
But Avantika didn't answer. She only shook her head, her brows slightly furrowed, a whirlwind of emotions flickering across her faceâconfusion, hesitation, something even she couldn't name.
He understood. Maybe not the exact feeling, but the depth of it. His lips curved into a soft smile, one that held patience, warmth, and a silent reassurance.
"Haan," (Yes.) he murmured, his voice a whisper against the space between them, as if answering an unspoken question. A moment that needed no words, only the quiet hum of emotions neither of them fully grasped yet.
When she tried to protest again, her movements hesitant yet firm, he gently held her leg in place. His grip wasnât forcefulâjust enough to stop her, to make her pause.
"Please..." he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, yet it carried a weight she couldnât ignore.
And in that moment, she had no other option. Not because he had taken away her choice, but because he had become her choiceâevery time, in every way.
The way he stood before her, the way he always came in front of her, shielding her, stopping her, leaving her utterly confusedâit made her feel as if just one word from him, just one please, was enough to shatter every resistance she ever built.
And with that single plea, she lost herself completely to him.
As he slowly removed her sandals, his touch was deliberate, reverentâalmost as if he were unwrapping something precious. But he didnât stop there. His fingers carefully moved to her paayal (anklet), a true Rajputani paijabânot a delicate chain, but a bold, intricate piece, one that held the weight of tradition and pride. He handled it with the same care he always did when it came to her, as if every part of her deserved to be cherished.
All the while, Avantika watched him, her gaze soft, full of something deeper than admiration. As if drawn by an unseen force, her hands reached for him, fingers weaving into his hair. The moment they touched the soft strands, a giggle escaped her lips, light and sweet.
Aadish paused, his movements halting as he lifted his eyes to her, a questioning look in their depths.
"Aap ke baal... bohot khubsurat hain," (Your hair⦠is very beautiful.) she murmured, the warmth in her voice making the simple words feel like a confession.
A slow smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He let her hand slip away as she withdrew, but in response, he placed his own hand on his chest and bowed his head slightly in a regal gesture.
"Shukriya, Rani Sahiba," (Thank you, My Queen.) he said, his voice filled with both teasing and devotion.
As Aadish stood up, he took a step backward, intending to leave. But before he could move further, Avantika's fingers curled around his wrist, holding him in place.
"Kaha ja rahe hain aap?" (Where are you going?) she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of complaint.
Aadish turned slightly, his lips curving into a knowing smirk. "Aapke liye soft aur cozy... jaise aapko pasand ho, waise nightwear dekhne." (To look for soft and cozy nightwear for you, just the way you like.) He thought after hearing this, she would let him go, maybe even tease him about it.
But instead, her grip tightened. Stronger. Firmer.
Surprised, he looked down at her. She stood there, barely reaching his shoulder, yet her presence felt as if she had caged him in the most beautiful way possible.
"Aap humari aadatein bigaad rahe hain," (You're spoiling me.) she whispered, stepping closer, her gaze locked onto his.
Her eyesâthose deep, expressive eyesâtilted up toward him, holding him captive. And he? He stared right back, as if lost, as if she was the only thing he could see, the only thing that existed.
As if in that moment, she wasnât just his wifeâshe was his world.
"Hum aapke hain..." (I am yours...) Aadish's voice was soft yet firm, carrying the weight of every promise he had ever made to her. "Jo humara hai, sab aapka hai... (Everything that is mine belongs to you.)
Hum jo akar rahe hain, vo aapke liye kar rahe hain... (Whatever I am doing, it is for you.)
Aapko haq haiâye nahi kahenge. (I won't say you have the right...)
Kyunki aapko kisi haq ki zaroorat nahi. (Because you donât need a right...)
Aur hume humari biwi ki saari khwahishein poori karni hain... (And I need to fulfill all my wife's wishes...)
Puri tarah apne ishq mein bigaadna hai unhe... (I want to spoil her completely in my love...)
Nakhre unke saare hum utha lenge..." (I will take care of all her tantrums...)
His words were a spell, wrapping around Avantika like a warm embrace. She had already fallen for him long ago, but now, in this moment, she felt as if she were claiming himâentirely, irrevocablyâwith just her gaze. Slowly, her hands rose, resting gently on his shoulders, fingers pressing against the fabric as if grounding herself in the reality of him.
"Soch lijiye, Pati Dev... bohot nakhre hain humare..." (Think again, husband... I have a lot of tantrums.) she teased, playfully pulling her cheek inside her mouth, her eyes glinting with challenge.
Aadish chuckled, the deep, rich sound filling the space between them. His grip tightened around her waist, his voice turning husky as he leaned in slightly. "Shaadi ki hai, Biwi ji..." (I have married you, my wife...)
"Nakhre bhi uthayenge... aur aapko bhi." (I will take care of your tantrums... and you as well.)
Before she could react, he swept her into his arms effortlessly, making her gasp in surprise before a soft giggle escaped her lips.
As Aadish carried her in his arms, he stepped into the attached bathroom, a space as grand as the emotions between them. The walls were adorned with massive mirrors on all four sides, reflecting every angle of their presence. A lavish bathtub rested in one corner, its polished edges gleaming under the soft glow of the lights. A vast shower area stood beside it, its sleek black fittings contrasting against the mirrors. Everything in the roomâexcept the mirrorsâwas draped in black, giving the space an intimate, intense aura.
Avantika remained in his arms, her gaze locked onto him. The usual mischievous smirk that always lingered on his lips was missing. Instead, something deeper reflected in his eyesâsomething she couldnât quite decipher.
As they stepped inside, the lights automatically brightened, casting a golden hue over the space. Aadish carried her straight to the basin area, placing her gently onto the smooth counter. A massive mirror loomed behind her, reflecting her delicate form as she sat there, adjusting to the sudden intimacy of the moment. He made sure she was comfortable before stepping back slightly, his eyes scanning her with a quiet intensity.
Avantika, clad in a deep-neck backless blouse paired with a heavy lehenga, felt the warmth of his gaze settle over her. She had seen love in his eyes beforeâendless, unwavering love. But tonight, there was something else. Something raw. Something she had never seen in him before.
As he stepped back, his eyes never strayed from her face. Yet, his hands betrayed his restraint. Slowly, deliberately, he reached for his kurta, slipping it off with ease. Along with it, he removed the intricate neck jewelry that rested against his collarbone. Her gaze instinctively dropped to his torsoâthe body she had only traced with fleeting touches before.
A spark lit within her, something unfamiliar yet utterly intoxicating. Her hands, almost as if guided by instinct, reached out. And Aadish? He didnât make her struggle. Instead, he moved closer, letting her fingers graze against his skin, letting her explore what had always been hers.
Her touch was hesitant at first, her fingers gliding across his chest, feeling the warmth beneath them. And as she remained lost in him, he lifted his own hands, undoing her neatly tied hair. Strands cascaded down her back, soft waves spilling over her bare skin.
She froze. Not because she was nervous. But because when she looked up at him, she found him already watching her. Not just with love.
But with devotion. With possession. With something far beyond words.
Aadish's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as he gazed at herâhis Avantika, the woman who had claimed him in ways he never imagined possible.
But before she could react, before she could fully register the shift in his demeanor, his fingers tangled into her soft hair, gripping it firmlyânot enough to hurt, but enough to make her breath hitch.
And then, without a word, he pulled her closer, capturing her lips in a deep, breathtaking kiss.
It wasnât gentle. It wasnât hesitant. It was possessive, raw, demanding. A kiss that spoke of longing, of unspoken desires that had been building between them for far too long. His lips moved against hers with urgency, claiming every sigh, every shiver that coursed through her.
Avantika's fingers clutched his shoulders, her body molding into him as the intensity of the moment consumed them. The mirrors around them reflected their passion from every angle, amplifying the fire between them.
And in that moment, there was no hesitation, no distanceâonly them. Lost in each other. Completely.
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