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Recap: Aryan and Sanju get wishes on thei first wedding Anniversary

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Aryan entered the room and stood stunned, speechless by what he saw. The room was glowing with the warm light of candles, and the air was fragrant with fresh flowers. But what truly caught his attention was the large frame of their wedding photo, placed directly opposite their bed—something they'd wake up to every morning.

Sanju closed the door gently and wrapped her arms around him from behind, planting a soft kiss on his back.

"Did you like it, Mr. Husband?" she asked with a smile in her voice.

Aryan took a slow look around the room, then turned to hold her hands. He raised her knuckles to his lips and kissed them.

"Highly impressed and loved it. Best gift, wifey. I love you."

He pulled her to face him and hugged her tightly, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead. She responded with a soft kiss on his chest. Guiding her along with him, Aryan sat on the couch with Sanju on his lap and placed a warm kiss on her nape.

"It felt like yesterday," he murmured, "but we've completed one year, sweetheart."

"It's complete bliss," Sanju replied, resting her head on his shoulder.

"No more hiding the nuptial chain," he said softly. "And I'm sorry I made you wait for one year. But believe me, it wouldn't have been this happy if we had told the world when I was just a stranger to you. But now... you love me, and we're happy, and that joy reflects in our eyes."

"Truly said. I'm so happy today. The world now knows me as Mrs. Aryan Chaitanya." She took out her mangalsutra and kissed it with pride.

"You look beautiful as always."

"Stop flirting, Mr. You know who I am... the wife of the great Aryan Chaitanya."

"Ohhh I see," he smirked. "Can you do a recommendation then, Mrs. Aryan?"

"Tell me. I'll try."

"It's been a week since I've tasted my wife, so can you recommend her to give her private time to me?"

"I think she's already in that space, Mr. Aryan."

He rolled her onto the couch, leaning in and capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled passionately, and only when breathless did he pull back, gazing at her flushed face. He rested his head in the crook of her neck.

"I missed you... and all your fragrance," he whispered, before sucking gently on the skin of her neck, leaving a mark. He kissed it softly to soothe the sting. "Happy birthday, sweetheart. This mark is my gift for your birthday. Now, time for the second gift. Come on."

He lifted her in bridal style and placed her on her feet before the mirror. Taking his tie, he blindfolded her. Then, one by one, he removed her diamond jewelry.

Within moments, she felt something cold sliding along her neck.

"Aryan, it's chill... what is it?"

He removed the tie, and as her eyes opened, she gasped and jumped into his arms. A platinum chain with a pendant that read "AS" gleamed on her neck.

"Aryan! I love you. Thank you so much."

Her joy filled the room, and Aryan felt nothing but pure happiness seeing her radiant face. He hugged her tightly.

"Time for my gift," she said playfully.

She blindfolded him in the same way. Soon, he felt the cool touch on his wrist, and a knowing smile crept across his face. When the tie was removed, he looked down in surprise. A platinum bracelet with the same "AS" initials rested against his skin.

"I love this, wifey. How did you choose this? I mean... it's just the same as I selected."

"This is what our wavelength is, Mr. Husband."

"Today is our wedding day... logically, our wedding night... so I think we should go with that now."

He kissed her cheek gently and went to change into his tracks. When he returned, Sanju was standing at the balcony, gazing at the stars. He hugged her from behind, and she turned to wrap her arms around him.

Together, they moved to the room. Aryan leaned in and softly kissed her cheeks, nose, chin, and the corners of her lips. Then, brushing his lips gently over hers, he placed a tender peck.

She clutched his hair and pulled him closer, responding with a deep, passionate kiss that took the lead. He let out a low hum, pleased, and pinched her bare waist, making her gasp. His tongue explored her mouth as their kiss deepened, his hands drawing slow, teasing circles on her skin.

Their lips parted only when their lungs screamed for air. Aryan trailed wet kisses along Sanju's cheeks, down her jawline, and to her neck. He gently nibbled on her earlobe, making her shiver, before his fingers reached up and removed the pin holding her saree's pallu. It slipped down instantly.

Without a word, Aryan lifted her in his arms and gently laid her on the flower-adorned bed. Tossing off his T-shirt in one swift motion, he captured her lips again in a deep, needy kiss. Slowly, his kisses wandered downward—first to the pulse throbbing in her throat, then further down to her chest and her cleavage. He descended until his lips found her navel, where he lingered with delicate reverence.

Just then, Sanju felt a sudden coolness circling her waist. Curious, she raised her head and found a thin, elegant waist chain resting on her skin. A heart-shaped pendant dangled from it, catching the light. She looked at Aryan, who was now kissing her navel—his lips grazing over the new accessory.

"My wish for a long time," he murmured, lifting his gaze to hers. "Whenever I see your slim milky waist, I wanted to see a waist chain around it... it makes your waist even more sexier. So, did you like your wedding day gift?"

She reached up and brushed his messy hair off his forehead, then kissed him there, followed by a soft peck on his lips.

"I love it," she whispered.

He smiled and moved down to her legs, planting kisses along her thighs and ankles. Then he gently hooked a pair of gold anklets around her feet, surprising her even more. And he wasn't done—he kissed her toes tenderly, then slipped on toe rings and pressed another kiss on them.

"I love you, wifey," he said, his voice low and full of affection.

Sanju pulled him up to her and lay on his chest, covering his face and bare torso with kisses.

"I love you, my dear husband."

"I love to hear those sounds from your anklets when you walk," Aryan added with a fond smile.

He rolled her gently onto her stomach and began kissing her back, each kiss lingering, wet and warm. He smoothed her hair aside to smooch the back of her neck. Turning her to face him again, his hands found the hooks of her blouse and bra, slowly unfastening them and leaving her half-naked under his gaze.

His touch turned fervent, almost desperate. He kissed and explored every inch of her skin as her nails dug into his shoulders, marking him with her love.

Outside, rain began to pour down, but inside the room, the heat between them only escalated. Clothes disappeared, breaths deepened, and moans filled the air. His hands and lips didn't leave an inch untouched as he worshipped her body on that stormy night. Her fingers trailed over his rough, slightly hairy skin, sending shivers through him.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, tangled together in waves of passion. Every time she cried out his name in pleasure, he only wanted her more. Their climaxes were a shared explosion—intimate and wild—uniting them over and over again.

Their sweat-slicked bodies clung to each other, glowing in the soft candlelight. Her lips, pale and swollen from their endless kisses, trembled with each breath. His back bore scratches from her nails, evidence of her shuddering release, while his chest and neck were covered in her love bites—deep red marks of her devotion.

After hours of unending passion, Sanju finally collapsed in exhaustion, her body sore and spent. Aryan slipped away into the washroom, filled the tub with warm water, and returned to carry her carefully in his arms.

He settled her gently into the tub, washing her body with soft strokes to soothe the pain. Then he dried her with a towel, carried her back to bed, and laid her down lovingly before kissing her forehead.

Sliding beside her, Aryan pulled her into his embrace and began patting her to sleep, whispering nothing but warmth through his silent touch.

That night would remain etched in their memories forever. Though they had been married for a year, they had kept it hidden from the world due to threats and fears. But now, the veil was lifted—they were finally free. Free to love, to live, and to fly without fear.

There could be enemies lurking, waiting to tear them apart. But it didn't matter. They were made for each other. One soul in two bodies. And if anyone ever tried to come between them, they would face not just Aryan Chaitanya—but the ruthless demon guarding his angel, Sanjana.

He had promised to be hers for life.

And Aryan Chaitanya was a man of action.

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