Strong winds were blowing in every corner, trees making sounds, it's leaves shedding ever now and then around the two. It didn't matter to them though. They hadn't bother to glance at their surroundings for once.

Five minutes had passed, but neither Ishani nor Armaan made any kind of effort to get separated from each other's arms.

"I miss you so much Ishani." Armaan whispered out defeatedly, caressing her hair and it took every bit of strength in her to not to melt right there.

"I- I want to go home." Ishani murmured not being able to let out her original thoughts.

It was the first time she shared such an intimate moment with anyone. She didn't even know whether he meant to do or it was just for him pouring out his anger.

Armaan just sighed defeatedly in return. He had no idea what's wrong between them and there's no way that Ishani even talks with him now. The one thing he could do was to listen to her demand and he did the same. No matter how he was craving to know the reason behind this behaviour of hers.

"Okay." He said removing his arms that were wrapped around her waist.

Ishani's lips were badly swollen due to his assault minutes ago. Tracing her bottom lip with his thumb, he gazed into her dark brown eyes. Their eye connection was strong. She clearly noticed those freckles in his eyes. It was hard for her to break their eye contact, but having enough with everything she finally moved her gaze to her lap.

As Ishani made an attempt to get down the bonnet, it only resulted in her pouting as the SUV was way bigger than her petite frame. Armaan chuckled at his wife's antics and took her in his arms placing her down.

Without even regarding him, she went back to the way of passenger seat and all Armaan could do was shake his head defeatedly. He really needed to talk with her about this behaviour.

The car ride was almost silent as Ishani had slept with the support to the window as she had woken up quite early than her usual time in the morning. Armaan was just glancing at her time to time.

How her mouth had slightly parted open and how she would mumble incoherent words when there would be any disturbance on the road. Not once, his smile subsided as he kept on paying her a glance every now and then.

Her honeybrown hair were sprawled on the window that he wanted to correct, but seeing her sleeping so adorably, he pushed every throught away.

When they reached her father's home, they were both alone as her father was still at his workplace. Ishani was used to this as her father was a busy man being a lawyer in a city like Pune.

"You can wait at the dining table, I'll serve the dinner in few minutes." Ishani told Armaan, nodding her head a little, still not meeting his eyes.

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Twenty minutes later, true to her words Ishani had plated out every dish the cook had made in the evening and had made the fresh rotis herself.

He even helped her plating those out that made them spend a good amount of time in the kitchen and unknowingly she had a good chat and laugh with him in this process.

They both served themselves and started feeding on own with silence the whole time. They both didn't feel uncomfortable with the atmosphere as it was all normal to them now.

Sometimes silence is the most comfortable thing for someone.

Later on, they were both sitting on the wooden swing on the terrace gazing the beautiful sky at the night.

The stars were shining on the two sitting beside each other with no such gap and it was hard for Armaan to control from savoring the beauty beside her in such a soothing atmosphere.

"Ish-" Armaan started but stopped himself as Ishani's head had now snapped in his direction with an emotion he couldn't decipher.

Her eyes felt empty making his heart clench. They were looking at him questioningly and he felt as if there was a lot she wanted to say, but was refraining from it.

"What happened back then Ishani? Why do you behave this way with me?" Armaan asked helplessly, running a hand through his hair and Ishani clenched her fist on her lap.

"Why do I behave this way? Are you for real right now? How do you want me to behave with you when I heard-" Ishani got broken off by a loud of thunderstorm which made her shudder at the place.

She was never a fan of thunderstorm. It made her remember that cruel night when her mother met with an accident. It was pouring heavily that day and loud sounds of thunderstorms could also be heard just like it felt today.

Immediately she got up from the wooden swing and ran back to the direction of her room, hair swinging in every direction due to her speed. Armaan too followed her instantly as he knows why she ran away like this. He reached inside her room only to see Ishani curled up in the farthest corner of the room with her head dipped inside her legs that were touching her chest.

He made his way towards her in a haste as there was no way he would let his girl feel any danger or discomfort.

"Ishani." Armaan whispered softly touching her arm.

Ishani glanced up slightly hearing someone's voice that is close to her heart. With wobbly lips, red nose and puffy cheeks it was obvious she is crying and Armaan's heart clenched seeing her in this state.

"Come here baby." Armaan murmured taking her in his arms which she didn't protest.

Tangled in each other's embrace, Ishani had her head placed in the crook of his neck sniffling time to time with each passing thunderstorm and Armaan had his arms wrapped around her tiny waist, cradling her from time to time. They both were settled on the carpeted floor with Ishani completely sitting on his lap and Armaan was whispering sweet words which were magically working on her. All she needed was someone's presence who is close to her and she was getting it now.

The thunderstorm had no intentions of stopping and neither had both of them to leave each other. With Ishani still in his arms, he got up from the floor and settled on the bed in the room. As Armaan tried tucking her in the bed, Ishani let out a audible whimper making Armaan worry.

"Baby, just go to sleep. You need rest." Armaan tried to pacify her, rubbing her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"No, I am scared." Ishani murmured with quivering lips and there was no way Armaan would let her feel any discomfort.

"Shh, I'll stay in this room itself for you. Just go to sleep and don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you." Armaan reasoned calmly.

"No, I know you'll leave me. You don't even want to be with me after all." Ishani said shaking her head frantically, hair swinging at the same time.

Armaan was shocked with her words would be an understatement. How could she even think that Armaan doesn't wants to be with her, the person whom he loves unconditionally.

"No Ishani, I am not going anywhere leaving you. Come here." Saying this Armaan laid on the bed pulling Ishani with him and captured her completely in his embrace which she didn't protest again.

Both the souls drifted into a deep oblivion in each other's presence which was such a new feeling to them after all they were experiencing this after so long. Such a small misunderstanding that caused such a big havoc in their lives needed to he cleared out which Armaan knew and had planned on getting to know.

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Bright sun rays were peeking through the french windows in the cozy room disturbing the two souls who had slept this peacefully after so long. Their legs tangled with the quilt, Ishani's head placed on his muscular chest and Armaan's hands holding her securely to him with her waist, they clearly looked like a couple who love each other unconditionally.

They did, no doubt.

As Ishani opened her eyes, the first thing that came into her vision was Armaan's face. There was no doubt that he was handsome. With the perfect arched eyebrows, crooked nose, high cheekbones and lips always pressed in a thin line made him look like someone wouldn't mind to ogle. And right now Ishani was doing the same.

Although they were married, according to Ishani there was no benefit that she has got such an amazing piece of art as her husband. It was just an adjustment.

Unknowingly, Ishani was ogling him since 10 minutes and from the very beginning, Armaan had woken up due to her movements as he had always been a light sleeper.

He still didn't open his eyes as he didn't want this amazing moment to end, but he couldn't wait any longer as he had to see his wife's face.

"I know I am handsome, but how long will you keep ogling." Armaan said in a husky morning voice opening his eyes.

Startled by his sudden actions, Ishani got up immediately sitting upright on the bed and straightened herself making Armaan chuckle.

"I wasn't ogling." Ishani mumbled like a 5 year old.

"Sure you weren't." Armaan said cockily.

"Sorry and thanks." Ishani blurted, looking down on the level of her lap.

"Huh?" Armaan questioned in confusion.

"You- you slept with me yesterday na, so thanks because I was really scared. And sorry because you had to take care of me unnecessarily. It won't happen again. Promise." Ishani rambled innocently.

"Are you kidding me? It is my duty as a husband to care and protect you. And it's not unnecessary that I have to care for you. Even if you wouldn't have said it yesterday night, I would've stayed by your side the whole time. I cannot see you in pain." Armaan said with hurt clearly evident that Ishani was even thinking this.

Ishani just shook her head in return. It was very obvious she was acting childishly, but she could care less. It was after so long that she had heard something so deep and meaningful from Armaan, but she still couldn't believe it.

"Go, freshen up. I'll take a shower in guest room." Armaan said after sometime while Ishani just nodded and got up from the bed going in the direction of the closet.

Defeatedly, Armaan exited her room and made his way towards the guest room on the first floor where he usually stays when he visits his father in-law and wife.

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Dressed freshly in a white tank top and double lining parallel pants, Ishani looked amazing as ever with the messy ponytail in her honeybrown colored hair.

As she made her way towards the living room on the usual time, she noticed that Armaan and her father were busy in a conversation like always. This was nothing new.

"Good morning Dad." Ishani chirped happily after seeing her father exactly 24 hours later.

This was nothing new to Ishani as he's such a successful lawyer in the city that he is busy everytime. He doesn't gets to see his only family left, sometimes even a couple of days together.

"Good morning baccha." Mr. Khanna replied with a smile of his own, patting her head lovingly.

"Won't you wish your husband?" Mr. Khanna asked Ishani who was making her way towards the kitchen.

"Good morning Armaan." Ishani said through gritted teeth.

No matter what's going on between Armaan and Ishani, she has never told anyone about any single thing. Not even to her elder sister.

"Good morning Ani." Armaan replied grinning making Ishani glare at him in return.

Thirty minutes later, Ishani had plated out the poha, omelettes and juice she has just prepared for the breakfast with the fruits as a sidekick.

Armaan was ecstatic to see the dishes. This breakfast has always been the best part of his visits to Pune. Who wouldn't love to eat the food prepared by his wife even if it's just a mere breakfast?

All three of them happily ate the breakfast with occasional talks that went along. Nothing felt uncomfortable to Ishani. Armaan noticed her smiling faintly whenever he would crack a joke and he was way happy. All he needs to do is confront Ishani about everything so that he can get his wife to himself.

After breakfast, Armaan had to leave for Mumbai as some urgent work had came and his presence was required. Deep down Ishani was a bit sad, but didn't let it show and just bid him byes from a safe distance. Not even a single hug they shared.

Mr. Khanna left for office as usual and now it was only Ishani in the big, empty house as her college was now closed for the final year students, with their exams 1 week from now. She decided to continue with her studies so as to not burden with it later on and went back up to her room.

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"Finally our exams got over. I can't wait to go for the international trip Ravi promised for." Sanvi squealed in a high pitched tone, totally excited about her boyfriend of a year.

The past month passed by in a blur as all Ishani did was studying the whole time. She didn't want to lose the chance of a good future which certainly depends on these final exams. The whole month she didn't talk with Armaan once. No matter how many times he had called her on the phone she always made an excuse about studying and Armaan couldn't even do anything.

"Totally man. I am not going to touch any book for days. But I still have to worry about my internship." Naina mumbled.

"Don't worry. I am sure we'll get an internship." Ruhi said.

"Even if we don't Ishu will surely get one and help us out with the same." Sanvi said with a known look directed towards Ishani.

Ishani's head snapped towards her friend who said something which she wasn't able to grasp. Why would she get? Isn't she a normal student like every other student?

"Me? How?" Ishani asked in confusion.

"Dude, that guy Armaan is the CEO of such a big company. I am sure he wouldn't mind to let you do your internship in his company after all you're the sister of his bhabhi." Sanvi replied shrugging.

"And then you can get us one as well by requesting him." Ruhi continued making Ishani gulp.

Of course Ishani is going to do my internship in his company. He had already discussed this with her father a month back and her father obviously agreed. There's no way he would let his daughter work anywhere else when there's a company of the family itself.

The past month she didn't even paid much attention to this thought as she already had the tension of her exams.

"Sure." Ishani replied forcing a smile.

"Does he has a girlfriend?" Ruhi's question catched Ishani off guard.

"W-what?" Ishani stuttered looking at her friends doubtfully.

"I mean he's so good looking and successful so, I want to know if he has a girlfriend or not. After all I am single." Ruhi shrugged.

"He's in a relationship. That too since four years." Ishani let out with gritted teeth.

"Damn." Ruhi cursed under her breath.

Ishani has no idea why she said this. He is not a relationship for God's sake. He is her fucking husband whether he wants or not. How can she listen someone talking about him this way? She has her whole rights on him.

"My driver is here guys. I need to go." Ishani muttered, looking at their driver standing by the car.

"Okay. We'll talk later, bye." All three of them shouted.

Ishani waved at them and turned in the direction of the car that is waiting for her. She doesn't know why, but she did feel a tug at her heart when her friends were talking about Armaan this way. Surely they don't know the reality, but how can she listen to things like this about him.

Soon she reached her home and directly entered with the spare key she has. As usual she thought she was alone in the big house.

But she was wrong. As she stepped in the living room, her eyes wandered there only to see her father, sister, brother in-law, husband and nephew. For a second her mouth dropped open in sudden shock as she had no information about their arrival, but it got replaced by a full blown smile as her 3 year old nephew came running in her direction only to raise his arms for her to pick him up.

Without waiting for any second, she picked him up settling on her waist. Her nephew, Sahil was a total cutie. With chubby cheeks and the perfect smile, he always bewitches everyone's heart no matter how cold of a person they are.

She took small steps towards the couch and settled herself with everyone who were already seated and her nephew still didn't leave her.

"Oh, my lovely sister." Shivani hugged dramatically seeing her little sister after so long which Ishani gladly returned. Although it was of great difficulty as Shivani's 6 month old baby bump didn't make it easier.

Although Shivani and Ishani were sisters, their features were a lot different. Shivani had a whole mature look to her while Ishani still had the innocence in her eyes and face.

And no matter how old Ishani grows, she will always be the little one amongst everyone. Someone who has a part of everyone's heart secured for herself unknowingly.

"How have you been Ishu?" Rahil questioned smiling at her.

"I am good Jiju. My exams finally ended today so no more college." Ishani replied excitedly.

"That's why we are here. You're finally going to stay with us permanently now that your studies are completed. You need to do your internship and then you finally have to start acting like someone's wife too." Shivani replied, being all too happy.

While Armaan, Shivani and Rahil had a look of happiness on their faces, Ishani was flabbergasted. She had completely forgotten about this particular situation. Sure there would definitely be a time when she will have to live with Armaan.

"What?" Ishani asked trying best to mask her shocked expression.

"Yeah. That's what we decided didn't we?" Shivani shrugged and Ishani could only nod in return.

Everyone except Ishani and Armaan thinks how perfect their relationship is. They have no idea about the reality which is just because of the misunderstanding and miscommunication.

"Chachi is going to live with us now?" Sahil asks excitedly.

From the very beginning, Sahil was given a habit of calling Ishani Chachi as it was a closer relation or let's say Armaan always forced him to address her as this as it connected Armaan with Ishani.

"Yes Sahil, now come here. It's time for your nap." Shivani said and took the 3 year old with her to the guest room.

Till now Ishani hadn't glanced in Armaan's direction. Not even once. As she turned her face away from her sister's retreating figure, her breath hitched seeing Armaan sitting on the space her sister was sitting minutes ago. It was too close for her liking as both of their thighs and arms were touching.

"G-get away Armaan." Ishani stuttered with the close proximity.

Armaan only raised his eyebrows in return. Ishani knew what it was about.

"Please Maan." Ishani whispered and Armaan instantly made a safe distance with a grin of his own.

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The dinner was a great happening today. It was after so long that they sat together for a meal and everyone seems ecstatic. Ishani who got to meet her dear sister and her family while the two brothers Rahil and Armaan got to feel the presence of the only elder left amongst them that is Ishani and Shivani's father.

A conversation swept the whole time for a whole hour with teasings, laughters, bickers on the dining table which certainly lifted everyone's mood.

"Dad, how are we all going to sleep?" Shivani asks when the father-daughter were having a chat where Ishani had no interest as she played with Sahil.

"Beta, your old room is not available as I have kept my every file there. It has somewhat become an office these past four years with the shelves I've kept there. So, you and Rahil should sleep in the guest room." Mr. Khanna replied apologetically.

"That's fine Dad. It's not like I stay here daily. We'll manage." Shivani replied smiling.

"And Armaan can sleep with Ishani. After all they're going to live together eventually so why not even today?" Shivani continues making Mr. Khanna nod in agreement.

"But how-" Ishani tried to butt in.

"What how? You both are husband and wife. There's nothing weird about it." Shivani said shrugging.

Ishani defeatedly nodded her head. It's true after all. They are married and therefore it's nothing wrong in sleeping in the same room. In fact, she shouldn't even feel hesitant about it.

"Okay. I am off to sleep. We have our flight at 12 in the noon and we'll be packing your bags tomorrow. Go get some sleep." Shivani said to her younger sister who seemed tired as she had to wake up early because of her exams.

"Right. Good night Shivu Di." She said, letting out a yawn.

With this she made her way upstairs by the staircase on on the second floor which is her destination as always. Rahil and Armaan had gone for a walk with Sahil as he was restless since a long time and always gets calm when he walks around on the empty roads at night.

She had now changed into her nightwear which consisted a spongebob white tshirt and similar pair of shorts that reached her mid thigh.

As she was combing her half dry hair from the shower, the bedroom door creaked open revealing Armaan who had a satisfying grin on his face. He had just heard from his father in-law that he's going to sleep with his wife in her room and his happiness was no bound.

Step by step, he got closer to her petite figure which was trying to ignoring him at its best with still drying her now completely dried hair.

Placing his hands on her tiny waist, he dipped his head into her neck inhaling her scent that made a smile of contentment reach up his face. Placing feathery kisses on her sensitive neck, he bit lightly on a spot making Ishani hiss. He soothed it with his tongue in return and Ishani had a hard time controlling her moan which was begging to escape.

He turned her frame in a way both their chests were touching and dipped his head again in her neck, this time from the front. Still sucking on the same spot as before, Ishani couldn't control any longer as she placed her hands on his chest and let out a very new noise to her from the back of her throat.

Armaan grinned in victory and removed his head from her neck slowly looking at her eyes the whole time. Ishani's lips that were slightly pulled out due to embarrassment were now pecked by Armaan's making her shock.

"Baby." Armaan murmured against her hair.

"Who lives in the pineapple under the sea?" Armaan questioned.

"Spongebob." Ishani replied instantly and then let out a whine.

"You always make fun of me." Ishani pouted pulling out her bottom lip.

"What can I do? My wife is looking too good to be resisted in this spongebob nightwear." Armaan replied huskily pecking her pouted lips.

In return, Ishani only placed her head on his torso to which Armaan gladly wrapped his arms around her. Picking her up, Armaan got out of the room to the small terrace and settled themselves on the wooden swing.

By now they both were gazing into each other's eyes with an unknown emotion which is buried deep inside Ishani due to a misunderstanding.

"I love you." With this Armaan placed his lips on Ishani's soft ones.

Armaan was kissing her harshly, yet lovingly at the same time. It was like Ishani was a drug to him as he sucked mercilessly on her bottom lip. He pushed his tongue inside of her mouth which did wonders exploring it completely and Ishani didn't even stop him for once. She was herself feeling a truckload of emotions and all she did was kissing him back with the same intensity.

Both were lost into each other's world kissing, feeling emotions at the same time as it was the first time they were being this intimate as it was their second kiss.

Touching their foreheads, Ishani had placed her hands on his shoulders and Armaan had his hands wrapped around his favourite place, her tiny waist. Both were breathing heavily due to the intimate moment that happened seconds ago, but neither of them was regretting it. It all felt captivating.

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