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The entire room was transformed into a romantic sanctuary, with rose petals scattered everywhere and the warm, golden glow of candles casting a magical ambiance. Adwait gazed at Shubhra, noticing the exhaustion in her eyes. The soft, yellow luminosity danced across her face, illuminating her delicate features.

A playful idea struck Adwait, and he closed the door behind him, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, who's the old guy?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Shubhra raised an eyebrow, her hands clasped behind her back. "Who?" she questions, taking a step back, a sly smile spreading across her face.

Adwait stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers. "I heard someone say I'm old."

Shubhra's smile grew wider. "Oh, it was Ariv!" she said, taking another step back.

Adwait's voice dropped to a whisper, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, but I think I heard someone agreeing with him." He took another step forward, his movements slow and deliberate.

Shubhra took another step back, but her heel slipped on the pooled wax, sending her off balance. Adwait swiftly caught her, his reflexes quick.

"So, are my limbs faster now?" Adwait smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Shubhra's confusion was fleeting, replaced by a sudden understanding. "We still had to check it," she whispered, a sly smile spreading across her face.

She wrapped her hands around Adwait's nape, pulling him closer. He responded by drawing her in, his hands encircling her waist.

"Is that so?" he whispered, his lips inches from hers, as he balanced her on his toes.

Shubhra's response was lost in the fervor of the moment as Adwait claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss.

As their lips met, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the fervor of their kiss. The soft glow of the candles, the sweet scent of rose petals, and the gentle warmth of the room all blended together to create a sense of perfect intimacy.

Shubhra's hands tightened around Adwait's nape, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Adwait's arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tight as he savored the taste of her lips.

Time stood still as they lost themselves in the kiss, their hearts beating as one. The world outside receded, leaving only the gentle rustle of rose petals and the soft crackle of candles.

As they finally broke apart for air, Shubhra's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I think your limbs are faster," she whispered, her voice husky.

Adwait's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "I think you're right," he whispered back, his lips brushing against her ear.

Adwait swept Shubhra into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he walked towards their bed. He gently seated her on his lap, his hands tenderly stroking her hair. With deft fingers, he began to remove the pins that held her tresses in place, the soft clicks echoing through the room.

Shubhra rested her head on Adwait's chest, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "We're married now!" she whispered, her eyes drifting shut.

Adwait's hands stilled, his gaze drifting to her face. "Yes, I still can't believe we got married for the second time," he murmured, a hint of wonder in his voice.

Shubhra's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Adwait's. Her voice trembled with emotion as she asked, "Adwait, you won't leave me ever, right? Nor will you lie to me?" Her eyes searched his, seeking reassurance and comfort.

Adwait's brow furrowed in amusement. "Aren't you asking these questions a bit too early, Ayla?" he teased, his voice low and gentle.

Shubhra's shoulders rose and fell in a soft sigh. "I don't know... Life is just so unpredictable. Whenever I think everything is going smoothly, something unexpected happens." Her voice trailed off, and she snuggled deeper into Adwait's embrace, seeking comfort and reassurance.

As Adwait's fingers worked their magic, freeing her hair from the countless pins that held it in place, Shubhra felt a sense of calm wash over her. Her long, dark tresses cascaded down her back, reaching her waist like a silken waterfall.

Adwait's hands stilled, and he gazed into her eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Do you remember the first time we met?" he asked, his voice filled with nostalgia.

Shubhra's eyes sparkled with memories. "Yes... in Bengaluru, right?"

Adwait nodded, a low hum of affirmation escaping his lips. His fingers resumed their gentle ministrations, removing the intricate jewelry that adorned her neck and ears.

Shubhra's curiosity got the better of her. "What about it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto Adwait's.

Adwait's eyes took on a faraway look, his voice filled with nostalgia. "You know, after I met you, I tried to find you again, but you seemed to have vanished into thin air. I thought I'd never see you again, but fate had other plans. You reappeared in my life at a time when I'd lost all hope of ever finding you... and to top it all off, we got married." His voice was laced with wonder, his eyes shining with emotion.

Shubhra's eyes widened in stunned surprise. "You really tried to find me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Adwait chuckled, a low, husky sound. "I not only tried to find you, but I also tried to avoid my marriage to Sanya. I was so desperate to find you that Vidharth even told me I'd gone mad." He shook his head, a wry smile spreading across his face. "But I knew what I felt, and I knew what I wanted. And what I wanted was you."

"Why?" Shubhra asked, her voice a mere whisper, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Why did you want me so badly? It was just a glance, and I'm sure you wouldn't have even seen my face completely."

Adwait's smile softened, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Because the moment I saw you dancing, I felt a spark of curiosity ignite within me," he said, his voice filled with conviction, his eyes burning with intensity.

Shubhra's heart skipped a beat as Adwait's words washed over her. "You have a certain grace, a certain elegance that radiates from you every time you move," he continued, his voice low and husky. "It's as if you own the place, like you're the only one who truly belongs. When I first saw you dancing, I saw that pure, genuine smile. I saw the clear, bright eyes that shone like stars, holding dreams and desires within their depths. And I saw the deep sadness lingering on your face, a sadness that seemed to whisper secrets only to me."

Shubhra's eyes fluttered closed as she felt a rush of emotion overwhelm her. She knew that Adwait could read her eyes, could see right through to her very soul. No matter how hard she tried to build walls around herself, he always seemed to find a way to breach them, to reach the deepest, most hidden parts of her heart.

"I don't think even you know how many emotions of yours I saw that day," Adwait whispered, his breath caressing her ear. "Not just saw, Shubhra. I felt them. I felt your joy, your sadness, your hopes, and your fears. And in that moment, I knew that I had to make you mine."

As Adwait's words washed over her, Shubhra felt her emotions overflow, and she couldn't help but pull him into another kiss. Their lips met in a passionate, all-consuming kiss, as if the world around them had melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their love.

Adwait's arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close as he deepened the kiss. Shubhra's hands slid up his chest, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, their hearts beating as one.

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Vidharth's eyes narrowed slightly as he asked Riva and Atulya, "Are you guys planning to stay here overnight?" The grand hall's festivities still lingered in the air, but the night's chill had begun to settle in, casting long shadows across the driveway.

Atulya's gaze flickered to her phone, her brow furrowing slightly. "I'm just waiting for my car," she replied, her voice detached, her eyes fixed on the screen. Her hand instinctively went to her purse, her fingers tightening around the strap as if preparing for a quick exit.

Vidharth's eyes lingered on Atulya's defensive posture, his mind racing with suspicion. Riva, sensing the awkwardness, chimed in, "Me too!" Her eyes sparkled with a knowing glint, but Vidharth's attention remained fixed on Atulya.

The sound of gravel crunching beneath tires filled the air as Atulya's car arrived. She bid a hasty farewell, her eyes barely meeting Vidharth's before she slid into the vehicle. As she drove away, Vidharth noticed that she took a sudden turn onto a side street, rather than following the main road. His eyes narrowed, his mind whirling with possibilities.

Riva's ride arrived shortly after, and she too departed, leaving Vidharth standing alone in the darkness. He watched as her car vanished into the night, his eyes lingering on the empty space where Atulya's car had been.

Vidharth's phone pierced the night air, shrill and insistent. He hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice low and guarded. The conversation was brief, but the words exchanged seemed to ignite a sense of urgency within him. He ended the call, his eyes scanning the darkness before he swiftly got into his car and sped away.

The crowded market streets swirled around him like a vortex, neon lights and honking horns creating a cacophony of sound. Vidharth's car sliced through the chaos, finally coming to a stop in front of a luxurious hotel lobby. He emerged from the vehicle, handing the keys to the waiting valet before striding into the hotel.

The elevator doors slid shut behind him, enveloping him in a cocoon of silence. The floors ticked by, the numbers rising higher and higher, until finally, the elevator came to a stop on the highest floor. The doors opened with a soft ding, revealing the opulent presidential suite.

Vidharth's footsteps echoed through the corridor as he made his way to the designated room. His hand closed around the door handle, and with a swift turn, he pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, the shadows cast by the flickering candles dancing across the walls. Seated on the plush couch, waiting for him, were Vihaan and Rudra, their faces grave and unyielding.

Author's Scribbling Point

What do you think Vidharth is doing here?
Any guesses?