The house had finally begun to resemble a proper shaadi ka ghar—colourful decorations hanging from every corner, the scent of fresh marigolds filling the air, and the distant chatter of relatives already making themselves at home. The shopping frenzy had also officially begun, with bags upon bags of clothes, jewellery, and shoes cluttering every available surface. It was a scene of pure chaos, the kind that only a wedding could bring.
Yet, in the midst of all this madness, Aarzoo Khalid was still asleep.
Like—bro, both her brother and sister were getting married, and here she was, buried under her blanket, dead to the world. Amazing, right? But did she care? Absolutely not. She was in a deep, drunk sleep, blissfully unaware of the household running around like headless chickens.
Because, well, guess who had accidentally downed a cocktail and accidentally kissed someone last night?
Aarzoo Khalid herself.
The moment she stirred in her bed, her head erupted in unbearable pain, throbbing like someone was playing the dhol inside her skull. Her stomach, not to be left behind, growled in protest, demanding food. She groaned, half-conscious, until her alarm rang—blaring, loud, and utterly merciless.
She squinted at the screen through bleary eyes.
"SHAADI KA GHAR & SHOPPING WEEK."
And just like that, all her pain was momentarily forgotten.
With newfound energy, she sat up in bed and started dancing, arms flailing, hair a mess, before her body rudely reminded her of the hangover from hell. A sharp pang shot through her skull, forcing her to shut her eyes. Sit down, idiot, her brain seemed to warn, or I'll make it worse.
"Mumma, I didn't even drink alcohol yesterday!" she whined dramatically, clutching her head like she'd been cursed. Dragging herself to the washroom, she did her usual morning routine—though at a much slower, more painful pace—before throwing on an oversized hoodie and leggings. No bra, because she felt sick, heavy, and simply couldn't be bothered.
As she exited her room, something on her bedside table caught her eye—a glass of lemonade and a small strip of medicine, neatly placed beside a folded note.
Curious, she picked it up.
"Have the medicine, then the lemonade. You tried not to drink last night, but the bartender accidentally gave you a cocktail. I'm sorry for that.
Yours truly,
Abeer ♥️"
Aarzoo read the note once, then twice.
And then, to her absolute horror, she blushed.
Shaking her head, she quickly popped the pill into her mouth, gulped down the lemonade, and practically skipped downstairs, a little too pleased with herself.
The first person she spotted was her mother.
"Hello, beautiful woman," she greeted, dramatically flopping onto the sofa and reaching for the remote. "Where's the dulha and dulhan of the Khalid khandan?"
Her mother barely spared her a glance. "Dulhan sahiba has gone out with Saif damad ji, and your brother—Mr. Dulha—is still sleeping like Kumbhkaran."
Aarzoo snorted. Typical.
She sat up abruptly, eyes gleaming with mischief.
Her mother immediately went on high alert. "Aarzoo, no. Don't wake him up."
But it was too late.
Cackling like a true villain, Aarzoo leapt off the sofa and bolted upstairs, her mother groaning behind her, "Haye Allah, aaj yeh zaroor maar khayegi apne bhai se..."
She skidded to a stop outside Amir's room, took a deep breath, and dramatically kicked the door open.
It swung wide, revealing a dimly lit room and a very asleep Amir, fully cocooned under his blanket.
Aarzoo smirked. Time for war.
Grabbing her mini speaker, she connected it to her phone, scrolled through YouTube, and hit play. Within seconds, the most annoying sound effects began blasting through the room—air horns, baby cries, an auto-tune remix of a cat meowing.
Amir groaned.
Aarzoo cackled.
Not done yet, she ran towards the bed, jumped straight onto his torso, and began punching him like a possessed child.
"BHAI AMIR MEZAAN KHALID, WAKE UP!"
The groan that left his lips was deep and annoyed as he shoved her off him, flipping their positions effortlessly. Before Aarzoo could even process what was happening, she found herself pinned beneath him, his body weight hovering just enough to not crush her.
Her sleepy, hangover-addled brain barely caught up before she registered his face.
Abeer.
Her eyes widened in pure, unfiltered horror.
"YOU?!"
Abeer, still groggy and clearly just as shocked, narrowed his eyes.
"Aarzoo, what the fuck are you doing here?"
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as she frantically glanced around.
Wait a damn second. This wasn't his room its her bhai's room so why the fuck is he here ..
Her gaze shot back to Abeer, and that's when she realised—
He was naked.
As in, full-on, no-shirt, bare-skinned, sculpted-like-a-Greek-god naked.
Her eyes betrayed her, trailing downwards before she could stop herself. The sharp cut of his jaw, the defined lines of his collarbones, the way his chest looked like it had been handcrafted by divine forces—
Abeer cleared his throat, smirking lazily.
"Woman, stop harassing me with those eyes."
Her gaze snapped back up, mortified.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" she shrieked, trying very hard not to combust.
Abeer, still very much on top of her, rubbed the back of his neck with a half-smirk.
"Kal raat tumhe hi chodne aaya tha -"
Her brain malfunctioned.
"_GHAR TAK CHODNE AAYA
THA," he clarified quickly, rolling his eyes. "I was too tired to go back, so l crashed in Amir's room. No idea where the hell he was."
Just as he finished speaking, he shifted slightly—
And froze.
Aarzoo stilled too. Something felt... off.
His hands.
There was something soft-too soft— beneath them.
Aarzoo blinked. Abeer blinked.
His fingers twitched slightly, and Aarzoo suddenly felt like she was about to transcend from sheer embarrassment.
Abeer, voice unusually calm, asked,
"Did you wear something underneath your hoodie?"
Silence.
Aarzoo's face turned beet red. Her eyes went comically wide as she realised the exact situation they were
in.
"ABEER, YOU'RE TOUCHING MY-"
"DON'T SAY IT." His voice was strained, his arms trembling slightly as he tried not to move.
"YOU'RE TOUCHING MY PRIVATE
AREA!" she screamed anyway, thrashing slightly, which only made things worse.
Abeer let out a strangled groan.
"STOP MOVING. STOP. MOVING."
Aarzoo froze.
For a split second, neither of them breathed.
Then—
"WHO THE FUCK DOESN'T WEAR SOMETHING UNDERNEATH THEIR HOODIE?!" Abeer practically yelled, his panic slipping through.
Aarzoo shot back, "WHO DOES?!"
"I DO. I WEAR A T-SHIRT UNDER MY HOODIES."
She tried to move again, desperate to escape this cursed situation-only for her movement to cause Abeer's hand to fully cup her breast.
Time stopped.
Aarzoo let out a breathless, choked sound, mortified.
Abeer looked like he had been spiritually defeated.
With the patience of a saint, he very carefully removed his hands, muttered a quiet, "Sorry." and rolled off her, collapsing onto the bed dramatically.
Aarzoo groaned, covering her face.
"Well, who the fuck sleeps naked?!"
Abeer, still lying there like his soul had just left his body, replied, "I do. It's comfortable."
Aarzoo peeked at him through her fingers, and for one unholy second, she let her gaze wander again. And maybe, just maybe, she eye-fucked him. Just a little.
Abeer smirked. "Woman, I can see you checking me out."
Aarzoo clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes. "Well, same for the hoodie.
It's comfor-"
The door suddenlv burst open.
Both of them snapped their heads up
And there, standing at the doorway, was Amir.
His eyes widened. His mouth dropped open. His brain visibly short-circuited.
Abeer was shirtless. Aarzoo was red-faced and tangled in blankets. Their very compromising position spoke volumes.
Amir let out the most dramatic gasp.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE-HARAM
DEKH LIYA!"
And with that, he spun on his heels and bolted out of the room.
Abeer and Aarzoo scrambled ott the bed immediately, chasing after him.
"AMIR, I JUST ACCIDENTALLY FELL ON TOP OF HER, I SWEAR!" Abeer called, panicked.
"Bhai, stop with the drama, it was nothing," Aarzoo added, rolling her eyes.
But Amir? He was on a mission.
He turned dramatically at the top of the stairs, hand clutching his chest like he'd been personally betrayed.
"Gosh these Genz's shaadi tak bhi nahi ruko te ... but PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER-AND MY BED. EWW."
With a final, exaggerated shudder, he pushed them aside and shut the door to his room .
Abeer let out a long, suffering sigh, running a hand through his hair.
"What The Actual Fuck "he muttered under his breath.
But then—he noticed Aarzoo. She was staring.
At his abs.
His eyes widened in alarm as she openly admired the view, again.
"Aasheel aurat," he muttered, hurriedly covering himself with his hands.
Aarzoo, finally snapping out of her daze, let out a loud, obnoxious laugh.
And just when Abeer thought the embarrassment was over, Amir's door cracked open slightly-
And his shirt came flying out, hitting Abeer square in the face.
Aarzoo burst out laughing even harder.
In Mall , A Sweet Lunch & Shopping Day Out of Mahnoor & Saif :-
Mahnoor practically bounced down the pavement, her eyes glinting with excitement as she tugged on Saif's hand. "Hurry up, grumpy grandpa! We have a lot to buy, and I don't have time for your slow, brooding nonsense today."
Saif sighed, shoving his free hand into his pocket as he let her drag him forward. "I'm not slow, I'm just—"
"Lazy?" Mahnoor finished for him, grinning.
"I was going to say 'strategic'. You don't just walk into a shopping trip unprepared. You plan."
Mahnoor rolled her eyes. "Oh, of course, how foolish of me! Saif Ahmed, the great battle strategist, planning his attack on the—wait for it—clothing racks!"
Saif gave her a flat look, but the corner of his lips twitched. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Oh, immensely." She shot him a cheeky grin before dragging him into the first shop.
They had come to get outfits for soha & amir's wedding, some accessories for themselves, and—most importantly—Aarzoo's birthday present. Mahnoor was determined to make sure Saif didn't just grab the first thing he saw and call it a day i mean after all now she's not only his cousin sister but also Saali so he had to give a good gift ..
Round 1: Shopping (or Saif's Personal Nightmare)
Mahnoor had already picked out Six outfits for herself a Pastel Yellow Anarkali for Haldi / Mayon , A colourful Pink Lehngha for Mehndi , A Black Anarkali Lehngha for barat & Qawali night & blue Evening Dress for Reception and a Heavy Suit for after dinner party ..
She was almost done when she realised Saif was still standing near the entrance of the shop, looking entirely uninterested .
She put her hands on her hips. "You do realise you need clothes too, right?"
"I have clothes."
"No, you have five variations of the same black kurta, and honestly, I'm starting to think you might be Batman."
Saif smirked. "If I say yes, will that make me cool in your eyes?"
"Only if you start paying for my shopping like a real billionaire vigilante."
He chuckled, shaking his head. But before he could argue further, Mahnoor grabbed a five matching sherwani from the rack and held it up against his chest. She squinted. "Oh, wow. You actually look rich in this and we will look so good together when we were these matching outfits ."
Saif huffed. "Excuse me?"
"You have that whole brooding, 'I inherited a family fortune but I'm still emotionally unavailable' vibe. This outfit will enhance that."
Saif pinched the bridge of his nose with a sly smile. "Why am I friends & engaged to you again?"
"Because I make your life brighter, and obviously,because you love me " she said, winking and poking his dimples making him blush and smile
He sighed but took the sherwani from her hands. "Fine. I'll try it on. But if it's uncomfortable, i have no choice but to still wear it right?."
Mahnoor said dramatically. " You are dam right batman "
After two hours of shopping (which, according to Saif, felt like ten), Mahnoor finally let him escape the racks and led him to their favourite café. She practically collapsed into her seat, fanning herself. "Shopping is a full-body workout."
Saif, who had carried most of her bags, gave her a dry look. "Oh, is it?"
"Don't be salty," she said, reaching across the table to steal his glass of lemonade.
He let her take a sip, watching her with amusement. "You have your own drink."
"Yes, but yours looks better." She took another sip before finally handing it back. "Besides, sharing is caring."
Saif shook his head. "You say that now, but when I take a bite from your plate, I'm suddenly a criminal."
"That's because you take the best bites! I do it cutely. You do it like a thief in the night."
Saif chuckled, resting his chin on his hand as he watched her. "You're unbelievable."
"And yet, here you are—still hopelessly in love with me."
Saif raised an eyebrow. "Hopelessly?"
Mahnoor grinned. "Completely."
His lips twitched, and he reached over to gently tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Can't even argue with that."
Mahnoor felt her cheeks warm at the way he was looking at her—like she was the only person in the world. For someone who was grumpy 90% of the time, Saif had a way of making her heart do ridiculous things.
To break the moment, she picked up a fry and held it out to him. "Truce?"
He sighed, shaking his head before leaning forward and taking a bite. "Fine. But next time, you carry the bags."
She laughed. "Yeah, yeah. We'll see."
By the time they reached the last shop which was Chanel for Aarzoo's present, Saif looked done. But Mahnoor was on a mission.
"What does Aarzoo even like? From here its all so pale " he muttered
"She's literally your cousin sister & saali now Saif.and its not pale its Classy and elegant "
"Yes, yes sure ."
Mahnoor gave him a flat look. " What yess yess sure sure ? You remember right Last time you gave her a Book not a reading book but a Magazine Book seriously cuz you knew she liked books but rather than getting the book she likes aap samhe padhi Magazine leaye "
Saif groaned. "Fine. What are we getting her?"
"Something thoughtful and personal," Mahnoor said, scanning the shelves.
Saif picked up a scented candle. "This?"
Mahnoor smacked his arm. "She's turning twenty three , not forty!"
Saif sighed dramatically. "Just buy her whatever you want & she likes from me & you please, I trust your judgment."
Mahnoor raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that because you actually trust me, or because you just want to go home?"
"...Both."
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Alright, alright. Let's get her that bracelet she's been eyeing."she says leaving the Chanel Store & walking into Bvlgari Store To Buy a diamond bracelet aarzoo was dying to get ... & From saif's side she Brought her a Small Delicate Bracelet... and ofc both payments were done by saif even thou mahnoor said she would pay her gift he denied saying she selected the gift now he's gonna pay for it .
Saif nodded, grateful the search was over. As she paid from his card , he quietly slid an extra little box onto the counter—a delicate sunflower diamond necklace he'd noticed her admiring earlier.
She didn't see it, but when they walked out of the shop, he nudged her shoulder. "You know, for someone who drags me around all day, you're still my favourite person."
Mahnoor blinked, surprised by the sudden affection. Then she beamed, linking her arm with his. "You're mine too, Saif Ahmed. Even when you're grumpy."
He smirked, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. "Good. Now let's go home before you find another shop to terrorise me with."
Mahnoor laughed. "No promises, Batman."
And with that, they walked off, bags in hand, their bickering filling the air—two best friends, new lovers, and utterly inseparable.
A Quiet Evening at the Penthouse
The sky had turned a deep shade of violet by the time Naina Malhotra pulled up outside the secluded penthouse. The headlights of her car flickered off, leaving only the soft glow of the streetlights and the shimmering city skyline in the distance. A cool breeze brushed against her skin as she stepped out, adjusting her blazer, her heart thudding in anticipation.
This place—their place—was the only corner of the world where she could love Aryaan D'Cruz without judgment, without whispers, without the heavy weight of her family's disapproval pressing down on her shoulders.
She pressed the passcode into the keypad, the door clicking open. Stepping inside, warmth instantly wrapped around her. The familiar scent of sandalwood and musk lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
Aryaan was there, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his broad shoulders illuminated by the golden city lights outside. He turned as he heard the door close behind her, a slow smile curving his lips—the kind that made her heart skip a beat.
"Naina," he murmured, his voice husky, filled with something deeper than just affection.
Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, suddenly shy under his gaze. "Sorry, I got late. School work kept piling up."
"You know I'd wait forever for you," he said softly, walking towards her. His hazel eyes, warm and intense, held hers as he stopped just inches away. "Tired?"
She nodded, a small sigh escaping her lips. "Exhausted."
Aryaan's hand lifted instinctively, his fingers brushing a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "Then let me take care of you."
Before she could protest, he tugged her gently into his arms, wrapping her in his warmth. Her head rested against his chest, and she closed her eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"You smell like coffee," she mumbled against his shirt, making him chuckle.
"And you smell like vanilla and ink," he teased, pulling back just enough to tilt her chin up, his thumb brushing against her jaw. "You overwork yourself, Naina."
"I have to. Unlike you, I don't own a multi-million company," she quipped playfully, looking up at him.
He smirked. "If you asked, I'd give you half of it."
"Not everything is solved with money, Mr. D'Cruz," she said, poking his chest lightly.
His smirk softened. "I know. But I'd give you anything you wanted, just to see you happy."
A lump formed in her throat at the sincerity in his voice. This man—the one her brother despised, the one her family saw as an enemy—was the one who loved her so gently, so wholly.
As if sensing her thoughts, Aryaan cupped her face, his thumb tracing slow circles on her cheek. "Sometimes I wonder if loving you is selfish," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I know how much you're risking by being with me."
She shook her head, leaning into his touch. "Loving you isn't a risk, Aryaan. It's the safest thing I've ever done."
His breath hitched, his gaze dropping to her lips. "Naina..."
She swallowed hard, the air between them growing thick with something unspoken.
"Say it," she whispered, challenging him.
His fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. "I love you."
A small, breathless smile formed on her lips. "Again."
"I love you," he repeated, his forehead resting against hers. "More than I should, more than I'm allowed to."
Her hands clutched the fabric of his shirt. "Then don't stop."
He didn't.
He kissed her, slow and deep, as if trying to memorise every second, every breath. His hands cradled her face, holding her as if she was something fragile, precious. And she melted, her fingers tangling in his hair, kissing him back with every ounce of love she had kept hidden from the world.
When they finally pulled away, both breathless, Aryaan smiled against her lips. "Stay the night."
She bit her lip, considering. "Only if you make me coffee."
He laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Deal."
And in that little secret world of theirs, where love was stolen in quiet moments, Naina and Aryaan found a peace that neither of their families would ever understand.
Aryaan intertwined his fingers with Naina's, guiding her towards the sleek, open-plan kitchen. The city lights filtered through the glass walls, casting a soft glow around them. The air between them was thick with warmth, a quiet kind of love that didn't need grand declarations—just the stolen moments like these, away from the world.
Naina leaned against the marble counter, watching Aryaan move around with ease. He rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, revealing his toned forearms, and her gaze lingered there a little longer than necessary. A slow smirk played on his lips when he caught her staring.
"Like what you see, Miss Malhotra?" he teased, raising a brow.
She scoffed, crossing her arms. "You wish, Mr. D'Cruz."
He chuckled, reaching for the coffee beans. "Your blush says otherwise."
She looked away, biting her lip, her cheeks warming. He always had this effect on her, no matter how much she tried to act unaffected.
Aryaan set the coffee machine to brew, then turned towards her, leaning against the counter beside her. "Tell me something, Naina," he said, his voice softer now, filled with curiosity. "Do you ever regret this?"
She frowned slightly, tilting her head to look at him. "Regret what?"
"Us." His fingers brushed against hers absentmindedly. "Hiding. Sneaking around. Lying to your family just to see me."
A pang of sadness flickered in her chest. "Aryaan..."
"I mean it," he murmured. "Your brother hates me. Your family would never accept me. Sometimes I feel like... I'm just making things harder for you."
Naina exhaled, turning to fully face him. "Do you know what's harder?" she asked, her voice gentle yet firm. "Loving you in silence. Pretending that what I feel for you isn't real. Watching you from afar when all I want is to be with you."
His jaw clenched slightly, emotion flickering in his hazel eyes.
"Aryaan," she whispered, reaching for his hand, squeezing it. "If I had to sneak around for a lifetime just to be with you, I would. Because I don't care about the world. I care about you."
A slow exhale left his lips as he searched her face, as if trying to memorise every word, every emotion she held in her eyes. Then, without a word, he lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles.
"You're dangerous, Naina Malhotra," he murmured against her skin.
"Why?" she asked, her heart pounding.
"Because you make me want to fight the whole world for you."
Her breath hitched. "Then fight," she whispered.
His eyes darkened with something intense, something raw. "I already am."
Before she could respond, the coffee machine beeped, breaking the heavy silence between them. Aryaan let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Looks like your coffee is ready," he said, turning to pour it into a mug.
Naina smiled, taking the cup from his hands. She took a slow sip, closing her eyes in delight. "Perfect," she murmured.
Aryaan watched her with an amused expression. "I swear you love coffee more than me."
She smirked. "Coffee never gives me a headache."
He placed a hand on his chest, feigning mock hurt. "Ouch."
She giggled, shaking her head. "Fine, fine. Maybe you're my second favourite thing."
Aryaan leaned closer, his lips just a breath away from hers. "And what do I have to do to be your first?"
Naina's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the mug. "Keep kissing me like you mean it," she whispered.
He didn't need to be told twice.
Setting the coffee aside, Aryaan cupped her face and kissed her again—soft at first, then deeper, more urgent, as if trying to pour every unspoken word, every unsaid promise into it. Naina melted into him, her hands clutching his shirt as if anchoring herself to the moment.
When they finally pulled away, Aryaan rested his forehead against hers, his breath uneven. "You should stay," he murmured, his fingers caressing her cheek
She hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Okay."
And in that moment, it didn't matter that the world was against them. That their families would never approve. That their love was something forbidden.
Because right now, in their hidden little world, Naina and Aryaan had each other—and that was enough.
The warmth of Aryaan's breath lingered against Naina's lips as he pulled away slightly, his hazel eyes dark and intense, filled with an unspoken question. His fingers still cradled her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek, as if memorising the feel of her skin beneath his touch But she wasn't ready to let go.
Before he could move further away, Naina grabbed his collar, tugging him back with a force that sent them both stumbling a step back. Her lips crashed onto his, urgent and desperate, her fingers threading through his hair as if she were anchoring herself to him.
A groan rumbled from deep within
Aryaan's chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She gasped into the kiss, and in that moment, he took control, deepening it, exploring her mouth with slow, teasing strokes of his tongue. The heat between them was undeniable, a fire that neither of them wanted to extinguish.
As her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard planes beneath his shirt, Aryaan's grip tightened on her waist. Without thinking, she lifted herself onto her toes before wrapping her legs around his waist, her body moulding into his as he caught her with ease.
"You're making it impossible to stop," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with restraint.
"Then don't stop," she whispered, pressing her forehead to his, her breath warm and heavy.
His lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk before he carried her towards the nearest wall, pressing her against it, his hands firm on her thighs. He trailed kisses down her jaw, across her neck, nipping lightly at her pulse point. She shivered beneath his touch, tilting her head back to give him more access.
With steady hands, he slid her blazer off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His fingers worked on the
buttons of her shirt next, slipping them open one by one, his gaze never leaving hers. The intensity in his eyes made her breath hitch, her fingers tightening around his shoulders as he slowly peeled the fabric away, exposing the delicate lace beneath.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Naina's hands moved to his shirt, undoing his buttons with shaky fingers. The anticipation between them was thick, every movement slow and deliberate. When she pushed his shirt off, she traced her hands over his chest, feeling his heartbeat thudding just as wildly as hers.
Aryaan hooked an arm beneath her, lifting her effortlessly as he carried her towards their bedroom. The city lights cast a soft glow through the curtains, illuminating the room in a golden hue. The bed was only steps away, but neither of them was in a hurry.
As he laid her down gently, Naina pulled him closer, circling her arms around his neck and capturing his lips again, her body arching beneath his.
Their breaths mingled, their bodies pressing together as the rest of the world melted away.
Tonight, there were no families, no feuds, no barriers-only them, wrapped in the warmth of each other's love.
The city stretched beyond the glass walls of their penthouse, bathed in the silver glow of the full moon. The soft hum of the wind mingled with the quiet rustle of sheets as Aryaan and Naina lay entangled in each other's warmth. The night held them in its embrace, whispering secrets only lovers dared to share.
Aryaan traced slow, lazy circles along Naina's bare shoulder, his touch featherlight, sending shivers down her spine. Her skin was warm beneath his fingertips, her breath soft and uneven as she gazed up at him, eyes filled with something deeper than desire-something that made his heart clench in ways he never thought possible.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion, his fingers slipping into her hair. He tilted her chin up, making her look at him. "You do know that, don't you?"
A shy smile played on her lips, her lashes fluttering. "I do when you look at me like this."
His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, his gaze darkening. "How else am I supposed to look at the woman I love?"
Her breath hitched, and before she could reply, his lips found hers-slow and deep, a kiss that stole the air from her lungs. He kissed her like she was fragile, like she was precious, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. And in that moment, she was.
Naina's fingers found their way to his bare back, her nails grazing his skin as he pressed his body flush against hers. The warmth of his skin, the intoxicating scent of him, the way his lips moved against hers-it all consumed her, leaving her breathless, aching, wanting.
"Aryaan..." she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes searching hers.
"Tell me what you want."
"You," she breathed, her hands tugging him closer. "Just you."
A low groan escaped him as he captured her lips once more, his hands exploring the soft curves of her body with reverence. He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of her collarbone, making her arch beneath him. He worshipped her with his touch, with his kisses, with the way he murmured her name like a prayer.
Time ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, their breaths mingling, their moans swallowed by the night. He made love to her with a tenderness that made her heart ache, his hands gripping her waist as if he was afraid to let go.
She clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her soft gasps filling the room. He whispered sweet words against her skin, his voice strained with pleasure, his touch growing desperate as he neared his peak.
"Naina..." His breath was ragged, his movements faltering as he felt himself reaching the edge. He tried to pull away, his mind clouded with restraint, but before he could, her hands tightened around his back, her nails digging into his skin.
"Don't," she whispered, her voice firm yet laced with tenderness. "I'm on the pill."
His eyes flickered with something primal, something possessive, as he gazed down at her. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, her lips parting, her cheeks flushed with love and desire.
"I want all of you, Aryaan. Every part of you."
With a groan of surrender, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his body shuddering as he let go, pouring himself into her, his name a breathless sigh on her lips.
They held each other through the aftershocks, their bodies still intertwined, their hearts pounding in unison. Aryaan pressed lazy kisses along her shoulder, his arms tightening around her, unwilling to let her go.
Outside, the moon bore silent witness to their love, its silvery glow casting soft shadows across their tangled limbs. The night stretched on, and as the stars shimmered above them, Aryaan and Naina remained locked in each other's embrace, lost in a world where only they existed.
And throughout the night, with whispered confessions and tender caresses, they loved each other over and over again-until the first light of dawn painted the sky, marking another stolen moment in their secret world.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden hue over the room. Naina stirred slowly, her eyelids fluttering open as the faint light kissed her face. She was cocooned in the warmth of Aryaan's embrace, her head nestled against his broad chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was like a lullaby, comforting her in the haze of sleep.
For a moment, she lay there, wrapped in the soft security of his arms, her body still tangled with his. Her bare feet were tucked under his, and she could feel the warmth of his skin against hers. His scent lingered on the pillow beside her—a mixture of musk and wood, so distinctly him.
Then, the memories of the night flooded back to her. Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered the tender moments they had shared, the way his hands had gently caressed her, the way he'd whispered her name with so much passion. Her cheeks flushed a deep red at the thought, and she quickly buried her face into his chest, unable to look at him.
"Princess, sleep. You need rest,"
Aryaan's voice came, low and sleepy, sending a shiver down her spine. His eyes were still closed, his voice rough with the remnants of sleep, but there was a tenderness in his words that made her stomach flutter.
Naina froze, her face now burning.
She didn't know how to respond, so instead, she mumbled something incoherent and quickly snuggled back into the warmth of his chest, pretending to fall asleep again.
She could feel him smile against her hair as he stroked her back gently.
And soon, she let herself relax again, her breath evening out as she gave in to the comfort of his embrace. She was exhausted, and in his arms, sleep came easily.
An hour passed in peaceful silence, with only the faint sound of her breathing filling the room. Aryaan, however, wasn't as content to stay still. He gazed down at her, taking in the softness of her features, the way her eyelashes fluttered as she slept, the slight curveler lips that always seemed to soften whenever she was near him. He smiled to himself, appreciating the way she looked so peaceful, so content, in his arms.
But as much as he wanted to stay there forever, he knew he needed to get up. He kissed her forehead gently, careful not to disturb her, and then slowly slipped out of bed. He arranged the pillows around her, making sure she wouldn't miss his warmth, before he quietly made his way to the bathroom.
The soft sounds of running water filled the room as he completed his morning routine. He stood in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Naina.
To them. To the way she had made him feel last night—like he was the only man in the world who mattered.
His smile grew as he thought of how much she had trusted him, how deeply they had connected.
Once he was freshened up, Aryaan pulled on a loose white shirt and even looser pants, the fabric flowing freely around his toned body. He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, running a hand through his tousled hair before looking back at Naina, still peacefully sleeping in his bed.
He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, so vulnerable, so beautiful in the soft morning light. Before he left to start breakfast, he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her cheek, his lips lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed Naina's phone lying on the counter. He debated for a moment before picking it up. He wasn't one to snoop, but he couldn't help but check if she had gotten any messages, especially from her family. He didn't want her to worry about anything while they were together.
As he unlocked her phone, his eyes scanned the messages. The first one was from her mum:
"Mumma am staying at Aarzoo's house for the night, okay? Don't worry, I'll be home by tomorrow evening."
He smiled, reading how casually she'd managed to reassure her mother, even though Naina had no intention of staying at Aarzoo's house.
Her mum had replied simply, "Okay beta, take care."
The next message made his smile falter slightly. It was from Naina to Aarzoo:
"Mumma kho bola hai ki am with you at your house but am going to meet Aryaan sambhal lena."
He let out a soft sigh, his heart tightening at the thought of her needing to lie to her family just to be with him. It stung to know that she had to go to such lengths, but at the same time, it filled him with a sense of gratitude that she had chosen him.
That despite all the barriers, she still wanted to be with him.
His thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of a jingling payal-the light, melodic sound of her anklet. He grinned as he turned to see Naina slowly walking into the kitchen, her hair a bit tousled, still wearing the oversized shirt he had lent her.
The sight of her-so carefree, so beautiful, made his heart race all over again.
"Hello, good morning," he greeted, his voice low and warm. "How are you feeling now, my princess?"
Naina blinked up at him, still half-dazed from sleep. "Much better... when did I wear these?" she asked,
her fingers instinctively reaching for the silver payal around her ankle. She looked confused for a moment, clearly not remembering putting them on.
Aryaan grinned, leaning against the counter. "Yesterday night, after our love-making session. I actually meant to put them on you before our... hardworked activity," he said with a smirk, his gaze lingering on her cheeks as they immediately flushed.
"But I forgot, so I thought l'd surprise you this morning."
Naina's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she looked away, but Aryaan's smirk only deepened. He watched her, his eyes dark with desire, and his voice lowered to a husky tone. "How are they, princess?"
"Pretty," she whispered nervously, her hands clutching the edge of the counter as if trying to steady herself from the way he was looking at her.
Aryaan chuckled, his heart swelling with affection for her. "You're too cute," he said softly, stepping closer.
He reached out, gently lifting her chin so she could look at him. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"
Her eyes met his, and she blushed even more, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I think you enjoy making me blush," she teased, her voice soft and full of warmth.
Aryaan chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "I enjoy everything about you, Naina. You're perfect."
The two of them spent the rest of the morning in their own little bubble, just existing together in the quiet peace of the penthouse. They didn't rush, didn't feel the need for words.
Instead, they embraced the slow moments, the shared glances, and the soft, romantic cuddles that felt more intimate than anything else.
As the hours passed, they ended up lounging on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, watching a movie that neither of them was really paying attention to. The soft glow of the TV screen illuminated their faces as Aryaan gently kissed her temple, pulling her closer.
There was no need for anything more.
They were happy just being together.
The world outside didn't matter. For this moment, in the quiet cocoon of their shared space, they had everything they needed.
AT KHALID HOUSE :-
The shaadi wala ghar was bustling with activity—laughter, chatter, and the distant hum of dhol beats echoed through the air. The aroma of rich spices, ghee-laden sweets, and fresh flowers filled every corner of the house. Aarzoo, dressed in a simple yet elegant traditional outfit, was in the kitchen, her sleeves rolled up as she carefully piped chocolate ganache onto a tray of dry fruit brownies. The dessert station was her responsibility, and if there was one thing she took seriously, it was her baking.
She was lost in her work, focused on getting everything perfect when a familiar voice made her hands still.
"Hello."
She didn't turn around. She didn't even acknowledge his presence. She simply continued whisking the pistachio milk cake batter as if he was a mere gust of wind that had blown in uninvited.
But, of course, he wasn't one to be ignored.
"Yaar, aise ignore toh mat karo, I feel used," he said with mock sadness, dramatically placing a hand over his chest.
Aarzoo almost rolled her eyes but bit her lip to stop the laugh that threatened to escape. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
"Kyunn? What happened that's making you feel 'used'?" she asked, keeping her voice indifferent, but the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them.
A devilish smirk crept onto his face. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Pehle aap galti se pi leti hain, phir mujhe obsessed karwati hain apne aap se, phir kiss..." He paused dramatically, watching as her cheeks started turning pink. "I mean, kiss kis cheezon ke baare mein baat karu?" he added, deliberately vague, knowing full well how flustered she'd get.
Aarzoo's hand froze mid-movement. Heat rushed to her face as she remembered exactly what he was talking about. She had been tipsy—by accident!—and he had been there. And then... things had happened.
"Tumhe koi aur kaam nahi hai kya? Why are you even here?" she huffed, trying to change the subject.
He placed a hand over his heart as if deeply wounded. "Ajeeb hai! Mera dil tod kar ab mujhe ghar se bhi nikal rahi ho?"
Aarzoo shot him a glare, stirring the fruit custard with a little more force than necessary. "You don't live here, abeer ."
He grinned. "Details, details. But chalo, ab toh shaadi wale ghar ka ek hissa hoon. Amir ka best friend hoon, tumhare bhai ka dost hoon, tumhara..." he trailed off, giving her a knowing look.
She narrowed her eyes. "Mera kya?"
Abeer leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough to make her heartbeat stutter. "Woh toh aapko pata hai," he said, smirking when he saw her eyes widen slightly.
Aarzoo turned away swiftly, pretending to check on the oven, anything to avoid looking at him. "I don't have time for your nonsense," she muttered.
Abeer, of course, was having the time of his life. He reached out, dipping his finger into the chocolate ganache she had just made.
"ABEER!" she scolded, swatting his hand away.
He licked the chocolate off his finger, his eyes twinkling. "Waise... your brownies taste good. But not as sweet as our kis—."
Aarzoo gasped, horrified. "Shut up!" she hissed, glancing towards the door to make sure no one was listening. "Koi sun lega!"
"Sunne do," he shrugged. "Mujhe koi sharam nahi hai."
She glared at him. "Haan, woh toh dikh raha hai."
Abeer grinned, resting his elbow on the counter. "Toh batao, aapko mujhe ignore karne ka faida ho raha hai? Because I feel like you're thinking about me a lot."
She picked up a handful of flour and threw it at him.
Abeer gasped as white powder coated his shirt. "Aarzoo! Ye kya tha?!"
She smirked. "Maza aa raha hai na?"
He looked down at himself, then back at her. "Okay, ab toh badla lena padega," he declared, grabbing a spoon and scooping a bit of custard.
Aarzoo's eyes widened. "Abeer, don't you dare—"
But before she could react, he playfully flicked a tiny bit onto her cheek.
She gasped. "Oh, you're dead now!"
The kitchen erupted into chaos as she chased him around, him laughing and dodging her, while she tried to retaliate. What followed could only be described as a full-fledged war. Aarzoo chased him around the kitchen, throwing flour while Abeer retaliated with tiny dabs of custard. Their laughter mixed with playful insults, turning the kitchen into a battlefield of sweet chaos.
But just as Aarzoo was about to launch another attack, a voice rang out from the doorway.
"Yahan kya ho raha hai?!"
They both froze instantly.
Soha stood there, arms crossed, her gaze flicking between Aarzoo—her cheek smeared with custard—and Abeer, his kurta dusted in flour.
Aarzoo quickly wiped her face with the back of her hand, while Abeer straightened up, clearing his throat.
"Uh..." Aarzoo started.
"Soha bhabhi listen, ye sab Aarzoo ki wajah se hua hai!" Abeer declared, pointing at her as if she were a criminal.
"Excuse me?!" Aarzoo turned on him instantly. "You started it!"
Soha raised an eyebrow. "I don't care who started it, tum dono clean this up before phupho sees, warna tum dono ki humari shaadi se pehle janaza nikal jayega."
Aarzoo and Abeer exchanged guilty glances before quickly nodding. "Ji, Soha," they mumbled in unison.
Soha sighed. "And Abeer?"
"Yes, Soha bhabhi?" he grinned cheekily.
"Get out of the kitchen."
Abeer placed a hand over his chest. "Phir se? Pehle Aarzoo ne nikala, ab tum bhi..." He sighed dramatically. "Kya zamana aa gaya hai."
Soha rolled her eyes. "ABEEER."
"Fine, fine. Ja raha hoon," he said, throwing a smirk at Aarzoo before walking out. But just before leaving, he leaned in slightly and Niwhispered, "This isn't over."
Aarzoo glared at him, but as soon as he left, she realised her heart was still racing.
This man was trouble.
And the worst part? She didn't mind it one bit.
Shaadi Ka Ghar – The Grand Dholki Madness
The Khalid mansion was buzzing with energy, laughter, and the rhythmic beats of the dholki. The grand living room, adorned with fairy lights and bright genda phool, was filled with close family members, neighbours, and a few friends. Women in vibrant anarkalis and ghararas clapped along as the dhol players set the mood for the evening. The scent of fresh mogra, biryani, and sheer khurma filled the air, making it clear—this was a proper desi function, filled with love, drama, and of course, mischief.
In the middle of all the festivities sat two blushing couples—Mahnoor & Saif and Soha & Amir, the stars of the evening, who were currently the main targets of everyone's teasing.
And if that wasn't enough, there was another battle brewing—between Aarzoo & Abeer, a duo known for their legendary nok-jhok.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Mahnoor & Saif – The Glow is Real, The Teasing is Relentless
The Khalid mansion was alive with the beats of the dhol, laughter, and the chaos that only comes when a close-knit group of best friends is preparing for a wedding. The warm fairy lights above cast a golden hue over the courtyard, where everyone had gathered for an intimate dholki night.
Mahnoor and Saif sat together, both glowing—not just from the mehendi on Mahnoor's hands, but from the kind of happiness that comes from finding your person. Saif, in his navy blue kurta, looked effortlessly calm, but his eyes—oh, his eyes were betraying how utterly gone he was for Mahnoor. And Mahnoor, in her pastel pink gharara, was pretending to be completely unaffected, but her best friends knew better.
And that's where the trouble began.
Aarav, Arhaan, and Fiza had decided that the night wouldn't be complete unless they teased Mahnoor and Saif mercilessly.
Aarav smirked. "Saif bhai, shaadi ka excitement zyada hai ya tension?"
Saif, unbothered as ever, leaned back slightly. "Excitement, obviously."
Arhaan wiggled his eyebrows. "Ahaan! Matlab honeymoon ka plan already set hai?"
Mahnoor, who had just taken a sip of her sharbat, nearly choked. "Tum sab pagal ho!"
Fiza placed a dramatic hand on her heart. "Uff, dekho dekho, kaise blushing ho rahi hai!"
Mahnoor shot her a glare. "Main blush nahi kar rahi!"
Aarav grinned. "Haan, haan, bilkul. Bas gaal waise hi gulaabi gulabi lag rahe hain."
Arhaan turned to Saif. "Waise, bhai, tujhe yaad hai na Mahnoor ki dream proposal ka scene?"
Saif's lips twitched into a small smirk. "Of course yaad hai. Maine kiya bhi toh waisa hi tha."
Mahnoor froze.
The entire group gasped collectively.
Adiya leaned forward. "WAIT. Tum dono ne hume bataya bhi nahi?!"
Zainab narrowed her eyes. "Proposal ho bhi gaya aur hum bechare bas mehendi dekhne aaye hain?"
Fiza dramatically fell onto Aarav's shoulder. "Hume toh bas teasing ka chhota-mota mauka mila! Yeh toh full romance chal raha hai yahan!"
Mahnoor groaned. "Tum sab itna overreact kyun kar rahe ho?"
Aarav crossed his arms. "Mahnoor, hum best friends hain. Yeh toh bhai-charay ka sawaal hai! Batao, scene kya tha?"
Saif, looking smug, spoke before Mahnoor could protest. "Stars ke neeche, terrace pe, ek dum shaant raat thi—"
Mahnoor's eyes widened. "Saif!"
Saif ignored her and continued, enjoying the way everyone leaned in, absolutely invested. "Usne hamesha bola tha ki usko badi diamond ring nahi chahiye. Toh maine uske liye paper rings banayi."
The entire group lost it.
Adiya clutched her heart. "OH MY GOD. PAPER RINGS?!?"
Zainab gasped. "Matlab Taylor Swift wali paper rings??"
Aarav wiped a fake tear. "Saif bhai, tujhe toh Best Dulha Award milna chahiye."
Arhaan shook his head. "Mahnoor, yaar, tu toh hopeless romantic nikli."
Mahnoor buried her face in her hands. "Mujhse baat mat karo."
Fiza grinned. "Nahi nahi, ab hum sirf Saif se baat karenge." She turned to him. "Aur batao, usne haan kaise bola?"
Saif looked straight at Mahnoor, his voice softer now. "Usne kaha, 'Jab tak tum paper rings pehna rahe ho, mujhe aur kuch nahi chahiye.'"
The group collectively sighed.
Tamana dramatically fell onto Loveleen. "YEH HOTA HAI TRUE LOVE."
Laya wiped an imaginary tear. "Humne toh socha tha Mahnoor romance ke against hai. Yeh toh full love story nikli!"
Pari shook her head at Mahnoor. "Aur tu chup-chap sab enjoy kar rahi thi? Bataya bhi nahi??"
Before Mahnoor could actually throw something, Zainab quickly grabbed her by the shoulders. "Okay okay, teasing break! Thoda dholki bhi kar lein warna aunties hum sabko ghar se nikalwa dengi!"
With that, the teasing squad finally retreated, though their laughter still echoed around the room as the beats of the dhol picked up again.
And amidst all of it, Saif leaned over to Mahnoor and whispered, "Mujhe toh maza aaya."
Mahnoor narrowed her eyes at him. "Tumhe bachaane ke liye koi nahi aayega."
Saif just smiled. "Mujhe tumhare saath hone ke alawa aur kuch chahiye bhi nahi."
And just like that—Mahnoor's legendary glare failed, and for the first time that evening, she was left speechless.
Because let's face it—Saif always won.
Soha & Amir – More Blushing, More Teasing
On the other side of the room, Adiya and Zainab had locked their targets—Soha and Amir, the second couple of the evening.
Amir sighed. "Bhai, meri shaadi ho rahi hai, ya court case chal raha hai?"
The whole group laughed, while Soha threw a cushion at Adiya, who dodged it just in time.
The Khalid mansion was alive with music, laughter, and the constant chattering of guests, but Soha barely heard any of it as she stepped out of the washroom, adjusting the delicate dupatta draped over her shoulder.
She was already on high alert.
For the past few days, she had been very careful—strategically avoiding Amir at all costs. Because she had realised a dangerous thing about herself:
Whenever he was too close, she lost all logic.
Her body would betray her, her heart would race like an idiot, and worst of all—she always ended up kissing him first. ALWAYS.
Which was outrageous, considering she was supposed to be the sane one in this relationship.
So, she had taken the high road.
She decided distance was key.
She decided self-control was necessary.
She decided—
And then she slammed straight into a broad, firm chest.
Soha barely had time to react before strong hands gripped her waist, steadying her before she completely lost her balance.
Her breath hitched.
Oh no.
Of course.
Of course it had to be Amir.
She froze, realising that her hands had instinctively gripped his shirt, her face practically buried in his chest.
And he—he was smirking, as if he had been expecting this to happen.
Amir tilted his head down slightly, his breath warm against her temple. "Aaj bhi mere hi gale lagne ka plan tha?"
Soha jerked back instantly, her cheeks burning. "Tum kahan se tapak gaye?!"
Amir chuckled, slipping his hands into his pockets like he hadn't just caught her red-handed in his arms. "Arre, mujhe laga tumne mujhe bulaya hai."
She glared at him, trying to ignore the way her heart was still not beating at a normal pace. "Main duaaon mein bhi tumhara naam nahi leti."
He smirked. "Magar sapnon mein toh aata hoon, na?"
Her eye twitched. "Haan. Nightmares mein."
He tsked, shaking his head dramatically. "Itna gussa? Kya main tumhare miyan nahi hoon?"
Soha scowled at him. "Sirf technical terms mein."
Amir leaned slightly closer, voice teasing. "Technical terms mein miyan hoon ya real life mein bhi?"
Her breath hitched again.
This is EXACTLY why she was avoiding him.
Because every single time—he managed to make her flustered.
She took a step back, trying to regain some of her lost dignity. "Hato, mujhe jana hai."
But Amir just grinned, stepping right back into her space. "Bhaag rahi ho?"
She gasped. "Main bhaag nahi rahi—"
Before she could finish her sentence, her gaze flickered past him, and she froze.
Her entire body stiffened.
Because walking towards them, with her ridiculous high heels clicking on the marble floor, was none other than—
Alina.
Soha hated Alina.
Not because she was particularly evil or anything, but because she was one of those annoying, chipku girls who practically clung to Amir every chance she got.
And Amir—being the flirt that he was—never really stopped her.
Soha's jaw clenched as she saw the way Alina's heavily mascara-laden eyes were locked directly on Amir.
Over my dead body.
Without thinking, she grabbed Amir's wrist and yanked him behind the grand staircase before he could even react.
"Whoa—Soha—"
"Shh!" she hissed, pressing herself against the wall as she forcefully pulled Amir with her.
Too close.
Way too close.
His chest was practically pressed against hers, his warm breath brushing against her forehead. Her hands were still clutching his shirt, and his hands had somehow automatically landed on her waist again.
It was a disaster.
A disaster with a ridiculously fast heartbeat.
Amir stared at her, his usual teasing grin replaced by something sharper. Something that made her regret every decision she had made in the past ten seconds.
"So..." Amir's voice was low, teasing, but there was something deeper beneath it. "Yeh kya ho raha hai?"
Soha scowled, refusing to acknowledge the way her breath shuddered slightly. "Alina aa rahi thi."
A slow, dangerous smile spread across Amir's face. "Acha? Toh tumhe bura lagta hai?"
Soha froze.
Her brain short-circuited.
"I—I just don't like chipku people," she lied.
Amir tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering down to where her fingers were still fisting his shirt.
"Interesting," he murmured. "Toh abhi tum khud mujhse chipak kyun rahi ho?"
Soha's face flamed.
She immediately tried to push him away, but he caught her wrist, holding her in place.
"Chhodo," she muttered, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Pehle sach bolo," he countered, his voice dropping into something dangerously soft.
She swallowed.
They were still too close, his cologne messing with her brain, the warmth of his fingers seeping into her skin.
She hated this.
She hated how her body always betrayed her when it came to him.
She hated that she could feel herself leaning in, despite swearing that she wouldn't.
Amir's grip on her waist tightened slightly. "Soha..."
His voice was different this time. Not teasing. Not playful.
Just... something else entirely.
She knew she should have pulled away.
She knew she should have said something cutting, something sharp to break the moment.
But she didn't.
Because Amir slowly lifted her wrist, bringing her fingers up to his lips.
And kissed them.
Soha's entire world tilted.
Her knees almost gave out, but Amir caught her instantly, holding her steady. His gaze locked onto hers, dark and unreadable, his thumb stroking small circles against her skin.
And then, just to be extra annoying, he leaned in—his lips brushing against her ear.
"Agar sach bolne se itni problem hai, toh bas bata do."
She shuddered. "Bata doon kya?"
He smirked, tilting his head slightly. "Ke tum mujhe chhupa ke nahi, sirf apne paas rakhna chahti ho."
Her eyes widened.
Her heart slammed into her ribs.
She hated him.
She hated him so much.
She hated him even more because he was right.
And then, before she could respond, before she could even process what just happened, she heard footsteps fading away.
Alina had walked past.
Completely missing them.
Soha exhaled sharply, shoving Amir away with all her strength.
He barely moved.
But he laughed, his voice filled with something dangerously close to love.
"You're impossible," she hissed.
He grinned. "Aur tum meri favourite problem ho."
And with that, he walked away, leaving Soha standing there—
Heart pounding.
Mind spinning.
And knowing, deep down, that she was so, so doomed.
Now, let's talk about the most entertaining duo of the night—Aarzoo and Abeer.
Aarzoo, their self-proclaimed anti-love friend, was usually the first one to mock couples, roll her eyes at cheezy romance, and make sarcastic remarks about relationships. But tonight... tonight was different.
Because tonight, Abeer was on a mission.
And the mission? To make Aarzoo blush.
Abeer, dressed in a black kurta, leaned lazily against a pillar, watching Aarzoo from a distance. She was busy laughing with Alishba, Naina, Siara, Vedika, Loveleen, Mariam, Tamana, Laya, and Pari—all of whom were now staring at her with pure shock.
Because for the first time ever... Aarzoo was blushing.
Vedika whispered. "Yeh sach hai ya sapna?"
Laya smirked. "Aarzoo? Blushing? Kya naya twist hai yeh?"
Pari faked a gasp. "Oh my God, yeh sab Abeer ki wajah se hai na?"
Alishba nudged Aarzoo. "Sach sach batao, kya scene hai?"
Aarzoo, looking anywhere but at them, groaned. "Tum sab pagal ho."
Just then, Abeer walked up to them, a smug grin on his face. "Kya ho raha hai yahan?"
Aarzoo immediately went into defence mode. "Kuch nahi!"
Siara smirked. "Kuch toh hai."
Abeer tilted his head. "Hmm, Aarzoo, tumhe kuch nahi lagta, magar tumhare cheeks kuch aur keh rahe hain."
Aarzoo turned to glare at him. "Abeer, main tumhari shakal—"
This time, Aarzoo had no comeback. The girls behind her exploded into laughter while Abeer walked away victoriously.
Mariam shook her head. "Main yeh nahi maan sakti. Aarzoo, tum sach mein uske saamne chup ho gayi?"
Aarzoo groaned. "Mujhe chhodo!"
The Dholki Mayhem
While all these love stories and teasing wars were going on, the dholki beats picked up pace. The elders of the house started singing old wedding songs, and soon, everyone was dragged to the middle of the room to dance.
Fiza and Aarav forced Mahnoor and Saif onto the dance floor, while Adiya and Zainab made sure Soha and Amir had no escape.
Meanwhile, Abeer dramatically extended his hand to Aarzoo. "Ek dance ho jaaye?"
Aarzoo rolled her eyes. "Tum sapne dekhna band karo."
Abeer smirked. "Arre, tum pehle hi blushing queen ban chuki ho, ab dance bhi kar lo."
Before Aarzoo could respond, Loveleen and Pari pushed her forward, making her stumble right into Abeer's arms.
The whole crowd erupted in cheers.
Abeer held her steady and whispered. "Ab toh dance banta hai, Miss Anti-Love."
And as the dholki beats got louder, the teasing continued, the laughter never stopped, and the shaadi madness reached a whole new level.
Because nothing, absolutely nothing, was more
chaotic (or beautiful) than a Shaadi Ka Ghar.
There Dholki
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Chapter Aesthetic:-
The
Mahnoor's Outfit
Soha's Outfit
Aarzoo's Outfit :-
Ladko kya hai they all wore almost similar Black
and white kurte 😂
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WOAHH big chapter right i hope you lot enjoyed it 🙈 so many of you were dying for there ROMANTIC INTERACTIONS well there are too many in this .
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