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Mythili's POV ~

Six months had passed and a lot had happened in these six months. The people whom I knew to be my parents had been declared guilty by the court for murdering my actual parents and Shivaay's father was sentenced imprisonment too, for abducting baba and me. Rajveer, my cousin was sent to a very good hostel in Shimla. Shivaay had taken complete responsibility of his education and other needs and I was proud of my husband. I had started my masters in business administration in finance and was also part time working in Rathore Group of Industries. Baba had completely recovered and was getting healthy one day at a time. We even kept a puja for my parents after all that fiasco was over.

Nupur and Anamika were finally getting married tomorrow and this time, they wanted a very low key wedding, at our home for which, I was currently decorating along with the house help. Shivaay was at work, as usual and Maa, Baba, Anamika and Nupur were probably dealing with the caterers. Big time foodies, all of them.

"M, we're here. Tell us, what to do?" I heard Viraj's voice and turned around to find him along with Amrita and Hritik standing. Once again, we were getting our MBAs from the same college as our bachelors degree and just last night, they had paraphrased my assignment so today there were going to help me with all these preparations. Somethings just never change.

"There's a huge basket of flowers kept inside the kitchen, get that and start with the decorations from that side. The decor inspo is on our WhatsApp group." I said.

"Aye aye captain." They retorted and started helping me.

As Viraj, Amrita, and Hritik got to work, I took a moment to step back and assess the room. We'd chosen a theme of soft pastels and delicate fairy lights to create a warm, intimate atmosphere for Nupur and Anamika's special day. The house was already starting to transform into something beautiful and serene.

I glanced at the clock. Shivaay would be home soon, and I wanted to make sure everything was in place before he arrived. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind, balancing work, studies, and wedding preparations.

"Okay, everyone, remember we're going for a classic yet cozy look," I said, positioning a cluster of flowers on the main table. "The marigold garlands should go up along the walls, and the fairy lights should be draped around the ceiling beams."

"You know," Amrita said, her voice drifting over to me, "this place is going to look magical. Nupur and Anamika are going to love it."

"I hope so," I replied, tying a ribbon around a bouquet. "It's been a lot of work, but it's worth it for them. They deserve a day as special as this."

Hritik and I were setting up the traditional sweet and snack stations, arranging everything properly. "These tables will be a hit. Our brides will love the setup."

Soon, I caught the sound of the front door opening and turned to see Shivaay stepping inside. The weariness in his posture was evident, but his eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Hey," he said, his voice carrying a familiar, soothing tone.

"Hi," I replied, my smile breaking through despite the exhaustion of the day.

Shivaay's gaze swept over the room, taking in the marigold garlands and twinkling lights. "Looks like you've been busy," he remarked.

"It's been a long day, but it's worth it. We're trying to make everything perfect for the girls." I said, walking over to him.

Shivaay's eyes softened and he didn't waste a second before pulling me into his embrace.

"I missed you," he murmured in a low voice.

I nestled against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I didn't," I whispered, laughing and lying.

"We most definitely would have teased you both for this PDA had our economics professor not given us a 30 page assignment and we need M for that." Amrita said, clearing her throat and I chuckled, burying my face deeper into Shivaay's chest.

Shivaay's embrace tightened slightly as he rested his chin on the top of my head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. I could feel the warmth of his laughter against my cheek.

"I suppose I owe you all a thank you for helping with the preparations," he said, his tone light and genuine.

Viraj, still grinning, added, "Yeah, well, we'll be happy to help again if you promise not to get all lovey-dovey while we're working."

I could feel my cheeks heating up as I pulled back slightly, meeting Shivaay's eyes. He was clearly enjoying my flustered state, his smirk growing wider.

"Alright, alright, enough teasing," I said, trying to regain my composure. "We've got plenty of work left before tomorrow. I need all hands on deck."

In the midst of all the preparations, Snowflake decided to make an entrance. She sauntered into the room, her white fur catching the light, and immediately made a beeline for Shivaay.

She's completely obsessed with him and today was no exception.She rubbed her head against his leg, purring loudly as if to say - Finally, you're here! This woman is so boring, only you're fun.

Shivaay couldn't help but laugh as he crouched down to give her a scratch behind the ears. Snowflake, in her usual dramatic fashion, flopped over onto her back, giving him the full belly rub treatment.

"Looks like at least someone missed me," Shivaay said, his eyes twinkling with amusement as Snowflake continued her affectionate display.

"I think she's just trying to claim her favourite person in the room, besides at least you have someone who missed you." I teased, watching as her soaking up the attention like the queen she believed herself to be.

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The next day came just as soon and currently, I was helping Nupur get ready while Maa was helping Anamika.

Nupur sat in front of the mirror, her face a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I adjusted the final touches of her simple but elegant bridal look. Her pastel pink lehenga, adorned with delicate embroidery, flowed gracefully around her, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"You look beautiful," I said softly, standing behind her and meeting her eyes in the mirror. "Anamika won't be able to take her eyes off you."

Nupur chuckled, though a light blush crept up her cheeks. "I hope so. It still feels surreal, you know? That after everything, we're actually getting married."

I placed my hands gently on her shoulders. "You two fought for this, and now it's happening. It's your day. Enjoy every second of it."

Nupur smiled, her nervousness easing a little as she reached up to squeeze my hand. "Thank you, M. For everything."

"Anything for you, always." I said.

Nupur clutched my arm as we made our way down the stairs, her face glowing with excitement. The house was buzzing with the energy of close friends and family, the soft pastel decor and marigold garlands creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. The photographer was already snapping away, capturing Anamika who was already there.

"Alright, Nupur, let's get a few shots at the foot of the stairs," the photographer called out, gesturing us into position.

I smiled as Nupur nervously posed, adjusting her dupatta while glancing at Anamika for reassurance. After a few pictures, I stepped back to give them space, but before I could retreat fully, the photographer waved me back.

"You too, Mythili. Let's get a few solo shots."

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit shy under the sudden attention. But soon, I found myself standing by the staircase, adjusting my saree and the soft fall of my pallu as the photographer clicked away.

And that's when I felt it—his eyes on me.

Mythili's Look ~

Shivaay's POV ~

The moment I walked into the room, my eyes found her. Mythili stood by the staircase, her saree draped elegantly around her, the marigold garlands and soft lights framing her like some kind of dream. The rest of the room faded as I watched her laugh lightly at something the photographer said, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

She had no idea what she was doing to me.

Before I knew it, my feet were carrying me closer to her. The noise of the wedding preparations and the chatter of guests all blurred into the background as I focused solely on her. She didn't notice me approaching at first, too caught up in the photographer's instructions. But as I neared, she must have sensed me—her posture stiffened just a little, her body reacting even before her eyes met mine.

I moved in closer, my breath brushing against her ear as she tensed slightly, realizing I was behind her. The photographer, begun taking his shots. Leaning in, so no one else could hear, I whispered, "You're breathtaking, Mythili. How do you expect me to focus on anything when you look like that?"

She turned, startled, her cheeks flushing a soft pink, and her lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. Her wide eyes met mine, and for a moment, it was just the two of us in a room full of people.

My hand instinctively slid to her waist, pulling her a little closer, the silk of her saree cool beneath my fingers. Her body was almost against mine, and yet, I craved more. "You've been teasing me all evening without even trying," I murmured, my voice dropping lower. "Do you have any idea what you do to me when you look at me like that?"

Her eyes darted around nervously, trying to keep her composure as she whispered, "Shivaay... we're...there are people around us, you...you can't....," her voice trembling slightly, a mix of warning and desire.

I looked at the photographer once and he took his cue to leave me alone with my wife.

I smiled against her ear, my hand tightening ever so slightly on her waist. "Here or anywhere else, I don't care. You're mine, and I don't want anyone else to see you looking like this." My lips trailed down the side of her neck, slow, deliberate. "You have no idea how badly I want to take you away right now."

Her hands trembled slightly, but she didn't push me away. Instead, she turned her face slightly towards me, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Shivaay... you can't just..."

I cut her off, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "I can, and I will," I whispered, my lips hovering over hers, barely touching. "Because tonight, Mythili, I don't plan on letting you out of my arms. Every inch of you is mine, and when I look at you like this... God, I'm going to spend the entire night showing you just how much."

Her breath hitched, and the blush that painted her cheeks deepened as she bit her lip, flustered and unable to respond. I couldn't help but smile, knowing exactly how much she was trying to hold herself together.

Leaning closer, I whispered against her lips, "You can try to escape me now, but tonight, Mythili... there's no running from what I'm going to do to you."

Her body trembling slightly as she tried to focus on the room around us. But the way she responded to my words, the way she leaned just a little closer to me, told me all I needed to know.

Mythili's POV ~

I could barely form a coherent thought as Shivaay's words melted into my skin. His grip on my waist sent shivers down my spine, and the heat from his body radiated against mine, making it impossible to focus on anything else. The room was still filled with people, but they might as well have been miles away. All I could think about was the soft graze of his lips near my neck, the possessive hold of his hand on my waist.

"Shivaay... stop," I whispered, though my voice lacked any real conviction.

"Stop?" he murmured, his lips grazing my ear as he moved closer, brushing his thumb along my jawline. "You don't really want me to stop, do you, Mythili?" His voice was teasing, yet full of that unmistakable intensity he always had.

I tried to keep my composure, but the warmth of his breath against my skin was doing dangerous things to my resolve. "I—Shivaay, please..." My voice faltered as I swallowed, trying to ignore the way my heart hammered in my chest.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his smirk infuriatingly playful. "You know, if you keep looking at me like that, I might just forget that there's a wedding happening." His thumb brushed over my lower lip, and I felt my breath hitch. "Or... maybe we could sneak away for a while."

The thought, sent a wave of heat through me, but I shook my head, attempting to regain my composure. "Shivaay, not now," I managed to say, though the longing in my voice betrayed me. "Oh My God you did not just say that. Shivaay I swear if someone teases me again, I am going to make you sleep on the couch for the rest of the month."

Shivaay chuckled softly, but his eyes gleamed with mischief. "Fine. I'll behave... for now." He dropped a quick, almost teasing kiss on my forehead, before stepping back, giving me just enough space to breathe.

Before I could respond, the sound of laughter and chatter brought us both back to the present, reminding me of the occasion. Nupur and Anamika were downstairs, surrounded by friends and family, waiting for their big moment.

The ceremonies and the after-party was so much fun with just close family members and friends around. We danced till we couldn't anymore, Maa and Baba were watching us and eating and when they decided that they couldn't even stand anymore, we stopped.

The wedding had been perfect—magical, even as we had wanted. Nupur and Anamika were glowing with happiness and that's all what mattered.

I was sitting in front of the mirror, so tired as I glanced at myself in the mirror, my saree still neatly draped from the evening's events, my jewelry heavy against my skin.

My heart raced as I heard the door click softly behind me and I turned slowly, my eyes meeting Shivaay's across the room. He looked devastatingly handsome, his sherwani slightly undone, the crisp fabric hinting at the raw strength beneath. But it wasn't just his appearance that made my breath hitch, it was the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing that existed in this moment.

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "You've been staring at me like that all night," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. He stepped closer, each step deliberate, and I felt my skin prickle with anticipation. "Can you blame me?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You've been driving me insane, Mythili."

Before I could respond, he was right in front of me. His fingers found my chin, tilting my head up so that our eyes locked. The intensity of his gaze made my knees weak, and I felt the heat of his body so close to mine, our breath mingling in the space between us.

"I've waited all night for this," he whispered, his thumb brushing over my lips, sending a shiver down my spine. "For you."

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat. The tension between us was electric, pulsing through the air as if it had a life of its own. He leaned down, his lips hovering over mine, teasing me with the promise of a kiss that never came. I could feel the heat of his breath, his scent surrounding me, intoxicating, overwhelming.

"Shivaay..." I breathed, my voice trembling, aching for more.

His eyes darkened with desire, and suddenly, his lips crashed against mine, claiming me with a hunger that left me breathless and I melted into him, my hands reaching up to clutch his shirt, pulling him closer as if I needed him to breathe.

He groaned softly against my mouth, and the sound sent a thrill racing through me. His hands moved to my waist, his fingers splaying against my back as he pressed me against him, leaving no space between us.

I gasped as his lips trailed from my mouth to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. I tilted my head back, giving him access, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he nipped and kissed his way down to my collarbone. His hands found the edge of my saree, and with one swift motion, he unraveled the delicate fabric, letting it pool at my feet while I fumbled with the buttons of his sherwani.

Shivaay's gaze was fierce, a burning intensity that made me feel as though I was the center of his universe. He trailed his lips down my exposed skin, his breath hot and ragged against me. His hands roamed my body with a possessive urgency, each touch igniting a fire that seemed to consume every part of me.

As his lips explored the curve of my breast, his hands cupped my hips, guiding me closer to him. The contact was electric, a searing connection that made it impossible to think of anything but the raw, primal pleasure of the moment.

"Shivaay..." I moaned, my voice a breathless whisper as I clung to him, my body arching into his touch.

He responded with a low growl, his hands tightening on me as he pressed his body against mine.

Each kiss, each touch left me a quivering mess of desire and longing.

I could feel his erection pressing against me. The pressure of his body against mine, the way he held me firmly against the wall—it was all consuming, a wild, desperate need that left me breathless.

"Shivaay," I gasped, my voice trembling with a mixture of desire and urgency. "Please..."

He looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Tonight," he said, his voice husky and filled with promise, "I'm going to make sure you remember just how much you mean to me."

His hands roamed over my bare skin, his touch reverent and hungry. He pressed me against the wall, his body aligning with mine as he continued to kiss. The sensation of his lips on my skin, his hands tracing every curve, was intoxicating.

My breath came in ragged gasps as he lifted me slightly, his arms supporting me as he pressed against me. The wall was cold against my back, but the heat of his body and the intensity of his touch made me forget everything else. I could feel him, every inch of him, and it was a sensation both overwhelming and exhilarating.

He paused, his lips hovering just above mine, his breath mingling with mine. "You're mine, Mythili," he whispered, his voice rough and filled with a fierce possessiveness and with a sudden movement, he lifted me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. I gasped at the unexpected gesture, my heart racing as I looked up at him, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

He carried me effortlessly to our bed and he gently laid me down, his hands lingering on my sides as he gazed down at me.

"I've wanted you like this all day."

When he pressed against me, the friction of his skin on mine was like an electric shock, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my body.

His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me, pulling me closer. Every inch of him pressed into me, his urgency driving him to claim me, to make me feel every part of him. I cried out, my voice raw, as he thrust into me with a force that had me gasping, my entire body trembling under the onslaught of his desire.

"Shivaay," I moaned, my voice a desperate whisper, begging for more, for all of him. The need in his eyes matched my own, a wild, almost primal hunger that consumed us both.

He moved against me, his each thrust, making me cry out in pleasure. His hands were rough, gripping me tightly, pulling me closer, deeper. I could feel every inch of him, every movement as he took me.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a raw, almost painful intensity that had me gasping for air.

As his thrusts became deeper, I felt a surge of pleasure that I'd never experienced before. My body arched against him, my hands gripping his back as I cried out, lost in the intensity of the moment.

The climax hit me with a force that was both overwhelming and exhilarating. My body shook uncontrollably, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I reached for Shivaay, clinging to him as the sensation washed over me.

He held me tightly, his body trembling as he released his own tension. His head rested against mine, his breath mingling with mine as we both caught our breath.

"That was... incredible," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Shivaay smiled, his eyes filled with a soft, satisfied glow. "Just the beginning," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, savouring the taste of him, the feeling of his warmth against mine. This was where I belonged, in his arms, safe and loved.

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