Siya's pov:
As the last of our guests left, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It had been a long day, filled with laughter and joy, but now it was finally over. I turned to Zian, and I saw the look in his eyes. It was a look of pure love, a look that made my heart skip a beat. And then, without a word, he leaned in and kissed me. It was a kiss that was both gentle and passionate, a kiss that spoke of all the love that we shared. I felt his arms wrap around me. We stood there for a moment, lost in each other, and then we pulled away. It was a moment that I would always remember, a moment that I would cherish forever. For in that kiss, I felt the power of love to transform everything, to make even the most ordinary moments into something extraordinary. And I knew that, no matter what the future held, we would always have each other.
Everything felt overwhelming at this point. I could hear my heart beating wildly in my ears. I could still feel the light touch of his lips against mine. A sudden fierce tug in my heart made me lean over towards him. I kissed him. Placing my hands on either side of his face, I closed my eyes and kissed him.
He wrapped an arm around my waist, making our way towards the bed. I couldn't think straight. His hand that wasn't holding onto my waist went in my hair, pressing his lips more firmly against my own. A small shiver escaped past my lips when his hand went lower down my waist, pulling me closer. When I was completely out of breath, I pulled away. Even if I didn't want to.
I felt like I'd lose my sanity in just this short span of time. His dark brown eyes lingered over my face, the corners of his lips tugging upwards in a slow, breathtaking smile.
He pulled away, his lips trailing down my jawline. I inhaled sharply when he placed a soft kiss. I couldn't think straight. Heck, I didn't even know how I was standing right now.
"Zian." A small whisper escaped my mouth when his lips stopped at my neck, his warm breath fanning against my bare skin. I didn't want him to stop. God, I really didn't want him to stop. But my eyes widened in surprise when he wrapped both of his arms around my waist and pulled me flush against him.
"Siya." A small groan escaped his lips, his head buried in the crook of my neck. "I love you," he murmured.
I gulped, thankful that he was holding me. My mind was still clouded over his soft kisses.
"Please don't ever leave me " He murmured. And my heart lurched at the pain in his voice. " Please"
"I would never," I whispered softly Then his lips were back on mine again, but this time the kiss wasn't rushed; it held passion and tenderness. Electricity ran down my spine, making me want to shiver. The kiss felt so good.
His tongue traced against my bottom lip asking for entrance, I gasped as he took the opportunity to plunge his warm tongue into my mouth. We fought for dominance, of course I lost; it felt as though our tongues were dancing together and not an inch was left untouched by his tongue. I moaned against his lips as we stopped for air, both of our chests rising and dropping intensely. our bodies now grinding against each other and my hands his hair. He picks me up so my legs are around his waist, allowing me to feel his erection.
All groans and moans echoed in the room.
As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. We had just made love, and it had been one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. I looked at Zian, and I saw the look of contentment on his face. It was a look that spoke of all the love that we shared, of all the moments that we had spent together. And then, without a word, he pulled me close and we fell asleep. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment when everything else faded away and all that mattered was the two of us. I felt his breath on my neck, and I knew that I was safe. Safe in his arms, safe in his love. We slept there for what felt like hours, lost in each other's embrace. And when we woke up, we knew that we had something special. Something that would last a lifetime. For in that moment, we had found a love that was pure and true, a love that would never fade away. And I knew that, no matter what the future held, we would always have each other.
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As the morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, I stirred awake, feeling the warmth of Zian's embrace. His arms were wrapped securely around me, and I could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against my back. With a contented sigh, I turned around to face him, finding his eyes already open and gazing at me with affection.
"Good morning, Siya," he whispered, his voice husky with sleep.
"Good morning, Zian," I replied, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Did you sleep well?"
He nodded, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "I always sleep well when you're in my arms." My heart fluttered at his sweet words, and I reached up to run my fingers through his tousled hair. The intimacy of the moment enveloped us.
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead before trailing his lips down to my nose, then my cheeks, and finally meeting mine in a tender kiss. Our lips danced together, conveying all the love and adoration we felt for each other.
After a few blissful moments, he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with mine. "You're everything to me," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm so grateful for each day I get to wake up next to you."
Touched by his words, I couldn't help but feel a surge of love for this man who had become my everything. "And I'm grateful for you," I whispered back. He cupped my face in his hands, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. "I promise to cherish you, always and forever," he vowed.
"I promise the same," I replied, my heart overflowing with love for the man who held my heart so tenderly.
As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, time seemed to stand still. We didn't need grand gestures or elaborate plans; our love spoke in the simple moments like this, where we found comfort and solace in each other's presence. But then I remember today is Diwali, a special occasion where my in-laws, grandmother-in-law, and Pihu would all be joining us to celebrate. It was a day filled with joy, light, and love, and I couldn't wait to share it with my family.
As I got out of bed, and went to freshen up and when came downstairs I could already hear the sounds of laughter and chatter from the living room. Zian must be with his family, making preparations for the day ahead. I quickly freshened up and went downstairs, greeted by the sight of Zian and his family bustling around, decorating the house with colorful Rangoli designs and lighting up Diyas.
"Good morning, everyone!" I called out cheerfully, earning smiles and warm greetings from my in-laws. Pihu, was busy telling the servants about arranging flowers in vases, her face glowing with happiness. She was always the life of the party and had an infectious enthusiasm that brought everyone together.
"Happy Diwali, Bhabhi! Your birthday celebrations were amazing yesterday," Pihu said, giving me a tight hug. "Now, let's make Diwali even more special."
I smiled at her, grateful to have such a loving and supportive family. Diwali was a time of togetherness, and it felt incredible to be surrounded by people who cared for me like their own.
Dadi, approached me with a warm embrace. She was the matriarch of the family, wise and full of love. "Happy Diwali, my dear. May this festival of lights bring prosperity and joy to our lives," she said, her voice gentle yet filled with blessings.
"Thank you, Dadi. I hope this Diwali is filled with blessings for all of us," I replied, touched by her words.
As the morning turned into the afternoon, our home was buzzing with excitement. The aroma of delicious sweets and snacks filled the air, and the dining table was adorned with a mouthwatering spread of traditional Diwali dishes.
My mother-in-law, and I had prepared a lavish feast. She was busy instructing to the servants on how to arrange the food on the table, making sure everything looked perfect for our guests.
"Put the sweets on the left and the savory snacks on the right. And don't forget to add some fresh fruits in the center," she said, her eyes twinkling with pride. She then turn towards me and said,"You're now a part of our family, and it's essential to know everything that the Deshmukhs do."
I nodded, grateful for her guidance. Once everything was set, we gathered around the table to pray before starting our meal. Dadi led the prayers, her voice resonating with devotion and reverence. As we sat down to eat, the room filled with animated conversations and laughter. It was a beautiful sight to see everyone so happy and united.
As the day progressed, the sun began to set, and the sky turned into hues of orange and pink. It was time for the grand Diwali Puja, the most significant part of the day. We all gathered in the living room, which had been decorated with flowers, candles, and lights, creating an enchanting ambiance.
Zian and I sat side by side, holding each other's hands, as we listened to the chanting of prayers and the melodic sound of bells ringing. The atmosphere was magical, and I felt a deep sense of peace and spirituality.
After the Puja, we exchanged gifts and sweets with each other, expressing our love and appreciation. Pihu, handed me a beautifully wrapped present, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Happy Diwali, Bhabhi. I hope you like it!" she exclaimed.
Touched by her gesture, I unwrapped the gift to find a delicate Diamond bracelet adorned with intricate designs. "It's stunning, Pihu! Thank you so much," I said, genuinely moved by her thoughtfulness.
As the night fell, we lit up the whole house with colorful fairy lights and Diyas. The soft glow of the lights added a magical touch to the festivities, making the house look like a dreamland.
We all gathered on the terrace to enjoy the breathtaking display of fireworks. The sky lit up with bursts of colors, and the air was filled with the sounds of joy and celebration. I felt a profound sense of gratitude for being a part of this beautiful family.
"Isn't this amazing, Bhabhi?" Pihu said, her eyes filled with wonder as she watched the fireworks. "I love Diwali so much, and having you here makes it even more special."
"I love it too, Pihu," I replied, putting my arm around her shoulder. Suddenly I missed my family every year I use to celebrate with them, though I talked to them on the phone, but still I miss them.
As the night drew to a close, we sat together, exchanging stories and laughter, cherishing the moments of togetherness. Diwali had been a day filled with love, joy, and the warmth of family. It was a reminder of the power of traditions and the beauty of blending cultures.
As I lay in bed that night, my heart overflowed with happiness and contentment. I felt blessed to have such a wonderful family, and I knew that this Diwali would be etched in my memory forever. It was a celebration of love, unity, and the beauty of embracing each other's differences. And as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the life I had found with my husband and his family, a life filled with love and belonging.
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