Hai ..

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Pallavi's POV

I stirred awake, instinctively reaching to my side, expecting the warmth of his embrace. But all I found was the cold, empty space beside me. I frowned, eyes barely open, fingers tracing the outline of where he'd lain. It was strange how I already missed him, even though he was never truly far.

Sighing softly, I sat up, and only then did I realize what I was wearing. His white shirt draped over me, far too big, with the sleeves hanging loose around my wrists. I glanced down, feeling the faintest blush spread across my cheeks as the fabric brushed against my skin. The scent of his cologne still clung to it-rich, warm, and intoxicating. It was like he was wrapped around me even now, keeping me close.

Bringing the collar up to my face, I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. It was his scent - him. Memories of last night flooded back, and my cheeks burned as I remembered how he'd held me, whispered my name like it was a prayer, and left his mark on me. My gaze drifted to the mirror across the room, and I caught my reflection by accident. My eyes widened, a rush of heat flooding my cheeks.

My neck was adorned with faint purplish marks, like scattered stars on my skin. Love bites. Each one is more intense than the last, trailing from my collarbone down to places hidden beneath his shirt. He had claimed me, left his presence on me in a way that words could never capture.

Suddenly, I caught movement in the reflection, and my gaze shifted to find him standing at the doorway, leaning against the frame with that insufferable, smug grin on his face. He watched me with dark, knowing eyes, arms crossed over his bare chest, looking every bit as sinful as I remembered him last night.

I narrowed my eyes at him, a pout forming on my lips. "You did this to me!" I said, flustered. "Now you're going to help me hide it from everyone, got it?"

He arched a brow, his smirk deepening as he pushed off the doorframe, his steps slow and deliberate as he walked toward me. "Oh really?" His voice was laced with amusement, dripping with a familiar, teasing tone. "You're talking as if you weren't completely.... interested last night." His words were a wicked reminder, one that left me breathless and unable to look him in the eye.

My cheeks turned crimson as I opened my mouth to protest, but he wasn't finished. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear, voice dropping to a low whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Should I show you the marks you left on me?" he asked, his voice thick with playful menace. "Or would you like a count?"

My heart hammered in my chest, my mouth going dry as I stammered, "W-what? A count?"

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me flush against him, his lips hovering near my ear.

"Twelve," he murmured, the sound a gentle rumble. "That's the number of moles on your body that I traced last night," he continued, his fingers brushing against my skin.

"And I love every single one of them... especially the one..." He paused, smirking, "right between your ....."

I turned sharply, pressing my palm against his mouth, silencing him before he could finish.

"aap bilkul besharam ho !" I said, breathless. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and I couldn't help but feel a smile tug at the corner of my lips, though my heart was racing.

But an idea sparked in my mind, and I tilted my head, pretending to think. "You know," I stated,

"I read somewhere that all the moles on our bodies are love bites... from our past lives." I raised an eyebrow at him, challenging him to keep up with my sudden turn of playfulness. "So, do you still like my moles, Arjun?"

Instead of the flustered reaction I expected, he chuckled, shaking his head with a grin.

"Then I must have been just as wild with you in every lifetime, hmm?" His gaze never wavered as he leaned closer, his teeth grazing my ear, and I felt my breath hitch.

Before I could reply, he turned me to face him fully, his hand slipping around my waist and pulling me against him. My palms rested on his bare chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath my fingers.

His gaze softened, becoming tender as he cupped my cheek, thumb brushing over my skin. "Pallavi ka dil , jaan aur jism sirf Arjun ka hai, sweetheart " he whispered, his voice low and fervent.

"Not just in this life... but in every life that's been and every life to come."

Before I could fully process his words, he leaned down, pressing his lips gently to my cheek, letting them linger, like he was sealing a vow only he and I could understand. In that moment, I knew with every beat of my heart that I was his, and he was mine our bond stretching across lifetimes. I held onto him, feeling an overwhelming wave of love, knowing that I was blessed to have him, not just in this life but for all the lives to come.

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Arjun's POV

The soft sand beneath our feet felt cool, and as we walked closer to the water, the waves rolled in, gently touching our toes, as if the ocean itself was blessing us with a promise of a beautiful life ahead. Pallavi-my jaan-was beside me, and for a while, we just strolled in silence, content in each other's presence, occasionally exchanging sweet nothings. The sun was setting, casting warm hues of orange and pink across the sky, creating a perfect backdrop for this serene moment.

She let out a laugh, drawing me out of my thoughts. "Hold these," she said, slipping off her sandals and handing them to me, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. Without waiting for my reply, she dashed towards the water, her carefree spirit as refreshing as the waves she was now splashing through. I stood there, admiring her, my heart swelling as I watched her enjoying herself. She had this way of pulling everyone into her world, a world filled with laughter and warmth.

But then, a splash of cold water hit my face, breaking my trance. Pallavi stood grinning at me, her hand poised to throw another playful splash. "Oh, you're in trouble now," I smirked, wading into the water after her. Laughing, she dodged my attempts to splash her back, but soon enough, we were both drenched, our laughter mixing with the sound of the crashing waves.

In that moment, a memory from years ago rushed back. I saw us as children, carefree and joyful, playing in a shallow, kid-friendly pool designed just for us. She was the same, always spreading joy, her laugh the sweetest melody I'd ever known. "God, you've truly crafted her with care, just for me," I prayed silently, feeling overwhelmingly grateful. "Thank you for bringing my lifeline back to me."

Pallavi noticed the shift in my expression. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, looking at me with curiosity.

An idea sparked in my mind, and I grinned. "It's been eight months since we got married, jaan. Time has just flown by."

But the smile slipped from her face, and she turned away, her gaze fixed on the horizon, watching the waves as if they could wash away her memories. "I don't want to remember that day, Arjun," she whispered.

I stepped forward, wrapping her in my arms, letting her know that I understood. "I know... our marriage started with a contract, an obligation neither of us chose." Her head lowered, and she bit her lower lip to hold back the tears threatening to spill. The hurt was still there, lingering just beneath the surface.

I cupped her face, lifting her chin so she'd look at me. "But I have a solution, sweetheart." Her eyes searched mine, confusion and hope mingling as I pulled away and dropped to one knee. Reaching out my hand to her, I asked, "Will you marry me once again, Mrs. Srivastav?"

Tears shimmered in her eyes, spilling over as she covered her mouth, nodding through the sobs that finally escaped. "Yes, Mr. Srivastav. It's a big yes." She knelt down, throwing her arms around me as we held each other in the sand, the world fading away around us.

I leaned back, brushing a stray hair from her face. "I have one more surprise," I murmured, pulling her gently towards the car. She looked at me, her eyes filled with curiosity and excitement as we drove.

We pulled up in front of a grand, white church adorned with flowers, just as I knew she had always dreamed. After a quick stop at a nearby salon, she emerged wearing a stunning wedding gown, her hands delicately covered in white gloves, and I was dressed in a black suit. This time, it wasn't a forced ceremony; it was a new beginning.

Her outfit☝️

His outfit ☝️

Opening her door, I held out my hand, and she placed her soft, gloved hand in mine. We intertwined our arms and began walking toward the church, a smile lighting up her face. I couldn't help but tease her. "Nothing else may stay the same, but this will never change, my love. I'll always be the one leading you down the aisle, Mrs. Srivastav."

A shy smile played on her lips as she remembered our first wedding, the one born out of a contract. This time, she was walking with me willingly, every step filled with love.

Inside, petals rained down on us, a beautiful surprise orchestrated by Abhram and Aman. At the altar, I noticed them standing beside Naina and Vipul, with little Ansh in his arms, clapping excitedly along with the others.

I guided Pallavi up the stairs, carefully holding her dress so she wouldn't trip. She glanced at me with an amused smile as she reached out, her fingers entwining with mine. Together, we stood before the priest, making our vows once again.

I slid a bueatiful ring in her ring finger and she did the same to me ..

And then, with a soft smile, the priest finally declared, "Now you may kiss the bride."

I leaned towards her lips, and her eyes fluttered closed. But instead of her lips, I moved towards her forehead and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, promising silently, "I'll never let anything make you feel uncomfortable."

As the guests clapped and cheered, I pulled back, smiling at her. But then, something shifted. Her gaze, no longer on me, scanned the crowd, searching for someone with a look of longing that left my heart sinking.

A sharp pang of jealousy twisted within me as my eyes narrowed, anger simmering beneath the surface. I clenched my fist, feeling possessiveness surge through me. "Control yourself, Arjun," I muttered inwardly, fighting the overwhelming urge to demand who she was looking for. Yet, all I could think was:

"She's mine... always mine."

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So that's it for today, i hope you like it ..

As i don't know the rituals of church wedding so skipped that part but soon we will witness a grand Indian wedding ..

So any guesses, for whom pallavi was searching , tell me here 👉

The one who gives a right answer , I have a surprise for you ..

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