Armaan's pov:-
My heart clenched as I watched her tears fall, each droplet a painful reminder of the storm that had erupted within her. I wanted to reach out, to wipe away her tears and clear the misunderstanding that had woven its web between us.
But before I could utter a word, she turned and began to retreat, the distance between us growing with every step she took.
Just as I was about to call out to her, my mother's voice cut through the air like a lifeline. She appeared beside Khwaahish, and my heart skipped a beat. Khwaahish quickly wiped away her tears, masking her vulnerability.
My mother's stern yet gentle gaze rested on her, and I held my breath, waiting for the storm of revelations to unfold.
"Armaan, you told her not?" My mother's words held a sense of urgency, an inquiry that left me momentarily stunned. I shook my head in denial, my mind racing to comprehend the situation that was rapidly unfolding.
Khwaahish's confusion was palpable, her brows furrowing as she looked between me and my mother. My lips twitched with the effort to suppress a smile, a mixture of amusement and exasperation.My mother's voice held a rare softness as she addressed Khwaahish. "Beta Khwaahish, i wanted to tell you something ,your parents contacted us. They wish for Armaan to become a part of their family, to be the 'jamai' of their home – your husband." Her words hung in the air like a delicate thread, weaving a tapestry of unexpected revelations.
Khwahish's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and disbelief flickering across her gaze. The truth was like a bolt from the blue, shattering the preconceived notions that had held us captive in our own emotions."I know you're shocked," my mother continued, her voice a blend of understanding and sincerity.
"But I truly want you as my daughter-in-law, Khwaahish. I understand that my son can be a bit arrogant," she added, casting a knowing glance in my direction. My lips quirked into a small smile, my mother's perceptiveness both endearing and amusing.
She addressed Khwaahish directly. "It's your call, whether you both are comfortable with each other or not. Your parents are coming this evening for Ridaanshi and Adwait's wedding. Take your time to think and armaan you too"
As I observed her, Khwaahish's expressions danced across a spectrum of emotions, each one a glimpse into the whirlwind of thoughts that must have been swirling within her.
The confusion that initially clouded her gaze was soon replaced by shock, and then a timid shyness that painted her cheeks with the softest hues of pink. It was a sight that I couldn't help but find endearing, an unspoken reaction that spoke volumes.
Once my mother departed, everyone seemed to come alive with playful energy, the tension of the moment dissipating into laughter and teasing banter.
The hooting and cheering that followed were like a chorus of encouragement, a testament to the bonds that tied us all together.
The voices of our friends were like the notes of a melodious symphony, each one contributing to the lively atmosphere.
Riaansh's playful tone pierced through the air, her words carrying an undertone of teasing. "Take your time...for what, they proceeded that thing, Badi Ma!"
His voice was laced with mischief, a reflection of her playful spirit.
Ridaanshi :"Hyeee, see that blush, Khwaahish Bhabhi!"
Ridanshi's words were like a melodious tune, punctuated with her signature giggle. I caught the subtle shift in Khwaahish's gaze, her eyes briefly meeting mine before quickly glancing away in an attempt to hide the evidence of her bashfulness.
Adwait's chuckles joined the chorus, his voice warm and playful.
Adwait : "But that's not good, Armaan. You made my sister cry."
His words carried a mock seriousness, his eyes twinkling with a knowing gleam as he approached Khwaahish. He enveloped her in a friendly embrace, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the camaraderie between them.
Khwaahish's glance flickered in my direction, a mix of amusement and subtle reproach in her eyes. I met her gaze with an unspoken understanding, my own amusement mirrored in the curve of my lips.
Her effort to maintain her composure was both endearing and amusing, a dance of emotions that played out like a secret melody between us.
Samarth's voice joined the playful banter, his words punctuated with laughter.
"What are you saying, Khwaahish? Love shuv, I didn't remind."
His chuckles were contagious, spreading a ripple of mirth throughout the room. Khwaahish playfully swatted his hand, a gesture that spoke of familiarity and affection.
The playful atmosphere continued to envelop us, the bonds of friendship and family growing stronger with each passing moment. It was evident that our friends enjoyed nothing more than teasing Khwaahish, and she, in turn, played her part with good humor and grace.
Amidst the cheerful banter, I decided it was time to let everyone in on our unspoken decision. Clearing my throat, I garnered the attention of our lively group. Adwait, always quick to pick up on cues, wore a knowing smirk, recognizing my intent. His mischievousness shone through as he spoke up, playing along with my unspoken wish.
"Guys, leave them be," Adwait declared, his voice dripping with theatrical sarcasm. "They want to give an 'answer' to their family about their marriage—a very tough task indeed. An arranged marriage? Not bad!"
His smirk was impossible to miss, and the room erupted in laughter.
Riansh, ever the innocent joker, couldn't resist adding his two cents. With a wide-eyed, innocent expression, he turned to Khwaahish. "Bhabhi, please say 'yes' in the evening. My brother will die a virgin!"
His remark was met with a chorus of laughter, and the teasing continued.
With the sun dipping below the horizon and the laughter of our friends fading into the distance, a tranquil hush enveloped the lawn. It was as if the world had quieted down to give us space, leaving only the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.
I gestured for Khwaahish to take a seat beside me, and as she settled gracefully, our gazes met. Her eyes, a captivating shade of brown, held a depth that seemed to hold secrets and emotions waiting to be unveiled.
In that gaze, I could get lost and find my way back again, endlessly.
Her voice, almost a whisper, carried a tinge of regret as she uttered the word "sorry." It was as if the word held within it an entire story of her feelings and struggles. "Sorry for what?" I questioned gently, wanting to understand the source of her distress.
Her eyes remained locked on mine as she confessed, "For not trusting you and for yelling at you." The vulnerability in her voice tugged at my heartstrings. Her willingness to admit her mistakes and seek reconciliation only deepened my admiration for her.
A smile, soft and understanding, graced my lips as I replied, "Khwahish Ahuja, why do you apologize? Your emotions are valid, and you have nothing to apologize for." My words held sincerity, an assurance that I held no grudges for her momentary lapse.
Her gaze remained unwavering as she met my eyes. I spoke the words that had been swirling in my heart, my voice carrying the weight of truth, "You own me." The phrase held layers of meaning, conveying both the depth of my feelings for her and my commitment to our connection.
Our eyes locked, and I could see a mixture of surprise and warmth flicker in her gaze. Her silence spoke volumes, and I could sense the unspoken question hanging between us—was this the moment she had been waiting for?
With a mixture of hope and anticipation, I posed the question that had been on my mind, "So, is it yes?" Her reply came swiftly, but it held a touch of playfulness, "Is there any other option?" My heart soared at her response, but her curiosity urged her to ask for an explanation.
I considered her question before answering, "The options are a senior, an arrogant man, a person who loves you, a person who can die for you, a person whose soul belongs to you." I gazed into her eyes, letting the sincerity of my words sink in.
Before I could continue, she gently placed her finger over my lips, her touch sending a current of warmth through me. Her whispered words hung in the air, each syllable laden with longing and desire, "I want every phase of you... in every context. When I loved every phase, now I want every phase. when I said I loved every phase of the moon... for me, you're my moon, my light, my everything...........it's yes mr. chauhan ."
Her admission left me speechless, my heart pounding with emotion. It was as if she had laid bare her deepest desires, allowing me to see the depths of her heart. I couldn't help but be captivated by the raw honesty and vulnerability she displayed.
In response, I smiled softly and uttered the words that held my unwavering commitment, "All yours." In that moment, as our gazes remained locked, I realized that no matter the challenges that lay ahead, the connection we shared was a tapestry of emotions woven with trust, longing, and a love that had the power to transform both of us.
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