invisible string~ Arylie os

He couldn't complete it. He couldn't. His hands closed in a tight fist. His nails digging his palms.

"Shh Stop shut up  I was the oversmart one who went there and you saved me. You. Stop blaming yourself for everything . Because when it's you, nothing could happen to me. Ever."

"I've almost lost you so many times. You Won't leave me right...you won't right!? You'll never leave me alone, will you?"

He was too overwhelmed. All the memories came crasging down. He just couldnt gather the courage to even think about living without her.

Imlie stood up and sat on his lap.she cupped his face.

"Everytime I was about to go away you came to my rescue even without me letting you know. You protected me from everything and everyone under every circumstances. You'll never let anything happen to me and I will never ever let anything happen to you. You will never lose me. The only thing that will separate us is death. And we will meet again in afterlife. I promise you will never lose me. And after all we have been through. The very unrealistic story we have had. I can't afford to loose you. Hamare prem ki paribhasha tum ho Aryan"

Aryan couldn't handle all this and his string broke. He kissed her. It was demanding It was full of emotions. He demanded her endurance and she let him in without any hesitation. They has kissed before ,obviously. But this was different. Ad he kissed her without giving her any chance to breathe even she felt his tear on her tongue. She deepened the kiss. Tasting every corner of his mouth. It wasn't lust. It was their emotions overpowering so much they didn't realize they were out of breath.

As they separated their foreheads touching. His hand on her lower back and another on her cheek. She intertwined her fingers in his hair as they sat there. Saying nothing. Breathless. Teared up eyes.

He hugged her, too tightly but she didn't mind it one bit. She hugged her. Oh how precious was her to her.

"I love you, Aryan."

He gently ran his fingers on her cheeks before kissing it.

"I love you, imlie. More than you can ever handle."

"Okay now. Enough of all this drama okay. Let's have lunch we have to leave in the evening"

Aryan held  her wrist. And pulled her to
Him.

"Where are you going?"

"To get lunch?"

Aryan eyed her again. From forehead to toe with the same smirk.

"No"

"Yes"

"No." She almost blushed.

"You want it too. Drop the act."

Soon the room was full with kisses with moans with love with smiles with teasing.

She was blushing so hard.

"Stop. This happens every now and then"

"This was more special how'd you know. Abp, afterall"

She said and rolled her eyes.

"Shit!"

"What now?"

"Now what am i supposed to do with this?"

She pointed her finger to a huge hickey he left on her neck.

"Ah use your makeup skills for once, I don't know anything. Mei chalaaaa"

He left the room and facepalmed himself. 

Imlie was angry and tried as hard as she could to hide her issue. No she was so pissed. She hadn't had lunch, as in real food lunch and she was so sore and now she was supposed to deal with this. Ugh!

Her message tinged.

"Ugh what now" she screamed to Noone in frustration.

It was Aryan.

Anger forgotten she opened the text.

"Meet me in 15 near the garden. We will leave afterwards."

Okayyyy ...she was confused. But okay.

She packed all the bags ready to leave. She changed her saree. The one Aryan gifted her. She kept it specially for her anniversary. She did some makeup. Left her hair open and went out full of curiosity and happiness.

There was Aryan. With a full dinner set up.

"I know you can't live without food and the last date we had was undone and incomplete. Please...Mrs rathore."

He pulled her hand and made her sit on the chair.

"So how was your day?"

"It was great since I got to spend some time with a certain jungli. What about you."

"OH mee too. I spent some time with a certain khadoos man."

They laughed and lived.

He went behind her back and she startled.

He whispered in her ear.

"I have a small gift thing for a certain jungli. She got goosebumps.

She felt cold string touch her neck.

It was a mangalsutra.

With their initials and her very precious sita maiyaa.

She cried. She cried in his hands. Hysterically.

"Why are you so good. Do I deserve you even! Abp this is beautiful"

"Sh Shh shhh I didn't want to make you cry. Don't cry! Please."

He hugged her tight vowing to protect her loving her and keeping her to himself forever and evermore.

Happy anniversary mere baccho😭✨️