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Italy, at the Romano Mansion➺
Salvatore sat on the living room couch, surrounded by his grandsons. The eldest -Alessio Romano- sat calmly beside him, while the three younger ones -Dante Romano, Dario Romano, Enzo Romano- ran around, full of energy.
His sons and daughter-in-law were all busy with their work and their lives, leaving him alone to handle these little troublemakers.
Lost in thought, Salvatore was suddenly snapped back to reality when he felt a toy gun press against his chest.
He looked down with a neutral expression and saw the youngest grandson grinning up at him with a sheepish smile.
"Bang, bang! You're caught, Grandpa!" Enzo said with a giggle, pretending to shoot.
A small smile tugged at Salvatore's lips. He leaned back against the couch, his weariness momentarily forgotten.
"You think that's enough to catch me?" he teased gently, his voice warm with affection. Slowly, he reached for the toy gun and gave it a light tug. "Back in my day, it took a lot more than that to catch me."
Noticing their grandfather's playful mood, the other children quickly gathered around him, their laughter filling the room with joyful noise.
Even the eldest grandson, who had been quiet until now, couldn't help but smile, his eyes reflecting the same warmth and love as Salvatore's.
Despite the chaos, Salvatore cherished these moments. The house, which had grown quieter as his own children grew up and became busy with their lives, was now filled with life again.
He missed this—the noise, the mess, the vibrant reminders of love and family that these little ones brought into his world.
"That's right, kids. Dad was in a league of his own back in the day" Xander laughed as he walked through the front door.
Xavier and Carlos followed closely behind him, having just come back from the hospital.
Carlos's wife, Carry Romano, walked beside him with a big grin on her face, immediately holding up a large transparent bag filled with ice cream.
"Guess what we've got!" Carry announced cheerfully, shaking the bag to grab everyone's attention.
The children's eyes widened with excitement, and they all jumped up, abandoning their spots around Salvatore to rush over to her.
"Ice cream!" they shouted in unison, their little voices full of joy.
Salvatore sighed, feeling a bit of sadness tugging at his heart. While he was surrounded by some of his family, he couldn't help but wish the whole family was there.
Alessandro and Matteo were at the office, and their wives were busy with their work at the NGOs. But the ones he missed the most were his youngest twins, Amaira and Ethan.
"Here you go, Grandpa" Alessio said, handing a cup of ice cream to Salvatore.
Salvatore smiled as he took it, his eyes drifting to his children, who were sitting together, chatting and enjoying each other's company.
"God, I missing Stella so much, guys" Xavier said with a sigh, looking over at his father and brothers. Carry and the little boys giggled at the sight of their frustrated and sad expressions.
"I hate to admit it, but I miss Aira too" Xander mumbled. He rarely expressed just how much he cared for his sister, Amaira.
They had a relationship filled with playful bickering, which was their own way of showing affection.
Unlike with his other brothers, Amaira was the little sister they always doted on and treated like a cherished doll.
"Hasn't the wedding been over yet? It's been a month and a half since she left for India, and now she doesn't even pick up my calls" Xavier said with a sulking expression.
He was frustrated that his sister went to India for her best friend's wedding and hadn't been in touch.
"But my Principessa calls me every day, even before I get the chance to call her" Salvatore smirked, savoring the reaction.
He enjoyed seeing the shocked and jealous expressions on Xavier and Xander's faces as they exchanged glances. Meanwhile, everyone else laughed at the playful moment.
"I'd like to add that Cupcake always picks up my calls" Carlos said with a proud grin.
The twins huffed in annoyance, while the little boys giggled before quickly silencing themselves by stuffing their mouths with ice cream, having received glares from their uncle.
"It's not a big deal. She must be busy. She'll call you both too" Carry said, trying to lift the twins' spirits. They were feeling down and jealous that their sister hadn't called them.
"Let her come back, and I'll kick her ass" Xander muttered, only to receive a stern glare from his father and a smack on the head from Carlos.
"No, Dad, but seriously, we'll ground her when she gets back. Actually, let's do something—why don't we go there and surprise her?"
Xavier suggested, his tone shifting from serious to excited. However, everyone else just ignored his suggestion.
"No one's going to India" a voice boomed. Everyone turned to see Alessandro Romano standing at the entrance with a stern, cold expression.
Matteo followed behind, looking tired, while their wives entered with smiles, greeting Salvatore warmly before settling on the couch.
"Yeah, Andro is right" Sofia added sternly. "You guys never leave her alone, always sticking to her so she never experiences anything on her own. Let her be free and handle things for herself, for goodness' sake."
She supported her husband's words as they settled comfortably on the couches, while the maids brought out water and snacks for everyone.
The boys sulked at their older brother and sister-in-law's stern words. Matteo then spoke up, drawing everyone's attention.
"Uncle Ciao is going back to India as per Dad's orders, so there's no need to stress."
Salvatore nodded in agreement, while Alessandro shot a sharp glare at his brother. The brother, in response, whined, "But we want to go!" This made everyone laugh.
"But I still wonder how my little, adorable, and naive Cupcake is handling everything without us"
Carlos said, reflecting on how his sister used to be clumsy and childish, always needing her brother by her side.
"Adorable and naive? That's Aira? Very funny" Xander scoffed. He knew their little sister was actually a total badass.
Despite her innocent, puppy-dog face, she had a mischievous and feisty side that she kept hidden.
"Stop it, guys. Behave and go to your rooms" Alessandro ordered. The brothers nodded, a bit intimidated.
Salvatore chuckled, watching his sons, now in their 30s, still bickering like they did when they were younger. He missed the younger ones, Ethan and Amaira, but knew they would be back soon.
But little did he know, when his Principessa returned, she would make a grand entrance that would shake them to their core, with her twin brother by her side. Their once-naive girl would come back with an unexpected surprise that would leave everyone stunned.
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~ A little Mature Scene STARTS ~
India, at the ARS Mansion➺
"Ahh, daddy" a moan echoed through the silent room.
Amaira bit her lower lip as Ashvik's mouth gave a rough bite to her left breast, causing her to press her body harder against the wall.
Ashvik's hands roamed over her petite figure, under his mercy.
"Suck me harder" Amaira moaned, her fingers tangled in her boyfriend -Ashvik's hair.
He groaned as he held her waist tightly, pressing himself closer to her. His tongue explored her blossom with increasing intensity.
"I fucking can't wait to ruin you" Ashvik murmured, kneeling before his girlfriend.
His tongue traced her belly button while his hands cupped her breasts. Amaira threw her head back against the wall, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly, her nails digging in.
"And I can't wait for you to ruin me" Amaira said, her words igniting Ashvik's desire. He responded with a rough bite on her exposed lower thigh, causing her to hiss in pain.
"Shiv!" She gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and discomfort.
~ A little Mature Scene ENDS ~
Just as Ashvik was about to bite her thigh again, Amaira's phone rang, snapping her out of her haze of pleasure. She glanced at the phone on the bed.
Ashvik, still lost in his own world, groaned in frustration as Amaira pushed him gently away and walked towards the bed, adjusting her dress. Left behind, Ashvik remained hard and frustrated.
"Bitch! Where the fuck are you?" Aditi's voice came through the phone, filled with frustration. "Amaira, it's my bachelor party, and my fucking best friend is still not here!"
Amaira winced, biting her tongue as she glanced at Ashvik, who shot her a hard glare.
"AMAIRAA? ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?" Aditi's voice echoed through the phone, causing Amaira to shift her gaze from Ashvik and look around the room.
She adjusted the strap on her shoulder and replied, "Coming... Just on our way."
"We need to leave, Shiv" Amaira said to her boyfriend as she moved towards the dressing table to fix her makeup and adjust her dress, which was now disheveled from their earlier makeout session. She had just ended the call with Aditi.
"But why? Can't we just stay here?" Ashvik whined, wrapping his arms around Amaira's waist with a sulking expression.
He was already frustrated that their special moment had been interrupted and worried that once they joined the others, her attention would be divided.
"But it'll be fun there, baby" Amaira reasoned, applying some blush to her cheeks with a pouty expression. She tried to suppress a smile as she watched her boyfriend act cute.
"But we can have our fun here too. You know I'm in the mood, baby" Ashvik whispered huskily, sensually licking Amaira's ear, making her shiver.
She giggled at the ticklish sensation as Ashvik pulled her close to his chest.
"Shut up and let's just go" Amaira said playfully, hitting her boyfriend's arm. In response, he gave her a quick peck on the lips, making her smile.
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Amaira and Ashvik entered the club, surrounded by loud music, the smell of drinks, and people dancing energetically.
Amaira's face was flushed with excitement, while Ashvik wore a cold, hard expression. They both had masks on to avoid any rumors.
The manager personally welcomed them and led them to the top floor of the club, where the owner, Vivek—Ashvik's best friend—was waiting with everyone.
Amaira squealed with happiness and hurried over to her friend Aditi, hugging her and apologizing.
Ashvik took a seat and was quickly surrounded by friends, who teased him playfully.
Amaira was introduced to some of Kartik's cousins, who were thrilled to see the famous Amaira Romano up close.
They fawned over her excitedly. Being her usual kind self, Amaira smiled warmly and gave them a friendly hug, which made them squeal with delight.
She gently requested them to stay normal and not make a fuss, as she didn't want to take away any attention or fun from Aditi's bachelorette party.
Soon, Amaira, Aditi, and Kartik's three cousin sisters moved to the other side of the floor, deliberately distancing themselves from the boys.
However, their men had strictly instructed them to stay within sight.
Ashvik, surrounded by his friends and the groom, Kartik, was enjoying the evening while keeping a watchful eye on the girls.
"Come on, Vik. She's not going anywhere. Enjoy with us" Vivek teased, his tone playful. Kartik, Sumit, and Reyansh laughed heartily, eliciting an eye roll from Ashvik, who chose to ignore their comments.
His attention was fixed on Amaira, who was laughing with the other girls. When Leone handed her a glass of drink, their eyes met.
Amaira's smile faltered slightly as she noticed Ashvik's intense gaze, causing him to smile a bit in response to her cute expression.
Amaira blushed, and Aditi whispered something in her ear, prompting her to break eye contact and reengage with the conversation.
Ashvik was drawn into their conversation, which mostly revolved around business talk and some teasing.
Leone, who had joined them, added a flirtatious edge to the conversation, catching the attention of the boys and making them aware of her flirty gaze.
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Around 2 am, the men, feeling exhausted and ready to call it a night, stood up. They noticed the girls still dancing energetically on the dance floor.
Kartik said, "We should leave, guys. Mom's calling me again and again." Everyone agreed and began making their way out of the club.
Ashvik and Kartik walked towards the girls. Kartik approached Aditi and his cousins, while Ashvik's frown deepened when he didn't see Amaira among them.
Ashvik asked Aditi, "Where is Amaira?"
Aditi frowned and looked around, shrugging her shoulders as she hugged Kartik, signaling that the girls were likely drunk.
Kartik, noticing Aditi's state, asked firmly, "Why did you drink, Aditi?"
Aditi closed her eyes and chose to ignore Kartik's words, seemingly unconcerned with his admonishment.
"Kartik, you go ahead. I'll leave too with Amaira" Ashvik said, his voice carrying a note of urgency as he scanned the dance floor.
Kartik hesitated for a moment but then nodded, giving Aditi a reassuring look. He followed his cousins, who were already heading out with everyone else.
Ashvik sighed, a mix of worry and anger evident on his face. He left the dance floor and headed toward the hallway, which led to the bathrooms and various restrooms, determined to find Amaira.
Ashvik hissed in frustration, shaking his head as he stood outside the bathroom door. He knocked twice and called out, "Baby, are you inside?"
From inside, he heard a high-pitched yell, "YESS MY LOVE!"
Ashvik entered the washroom and immediately saw Amaira standing in front of the mirror with her arms crossed over her chest.
She had a pout on her face, looking frustrated yet so adorably cute that Ashvik couldn't help but break into a wide smile.
"Why is my baby upset?" Ashvik cooed as he walked toward Amaira.
She turned to face him, her pout still evident, before suddenly throwing her arms around him and leaning her full weight against him.
Ashvik chuckled, catching her carefully, but his smile faded slightly when he felt a sharp pain on his neck.
Looking down, he saw his little girlfriend playfully biting him, her teeth gently pressing into his skin.
His frown quickly turned into a confused smile, amused by her unexpected antics.
"Now, pick me up" Amaira demanded, stepping back and extending her arms towards Ashvik.
He couldn't help but laugh, muttering, "As my baby says" before scooping her up into his arms.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and placed his other hand on her thigh for support.
With a loving smile, Ashvik began walking out of the washroom, carrying his baby in his arms.
"You're drunk, Amaira. Why did you drink?" Ashvik asked sternly, glancing down at her.
Amaira gave him a pouty look, her eyes fiercely meeting his, clearly unbothered by his tone.
Ashvik stepped out of the club with her still in his arms, and his men quickly moved to open the car door.
He slid into the back seat with Amaira settled on his lap. He gestured to the driver to start driving, and the driver nodded as the car pulled away, flanked by a few cars in front and behind for security.
Ashvik pressed a button that activated a partition, closing off the backseat from the front, ensuring that no one could see Amaira.
"Are you going to eat me with those baby eyes of yours, baby?" Ashvik chuckled, gently pushing a few stray hair strands away from Amaira's face while caressing her cheek.
His other hand rested on her back, giving her support as she sat on his lap, her legs draped over the right side of the seat.
"I'm not talking to you" Amaira huffed, pushing his hand away from her cheek but then leaning onto his chest with a pout.
Ashvik chuckled softly, his heart melting at her adorable antics.
"And what could I have possibly done to make my beautiful girl so upset?" Ashvik asked gently, wrapping his arms around Amaira.
She kept pouting, her fingers fiddling with one of his shirt buttons, her frustration slowly melting away under his soothing touch.
"You took my name" Amaira mumbled, looking up at Ashvik, making him frown in confusion.
She pulled away from his embrace, pointing her index finger at him as her eyes narrowed in mock anger.
"You called me 'Amaira' instead of 'baby' or 'jaan' or 'Ira' or 'meri jaan' or... or..." She trailed off, unable to think of more nicknames, and turned her face away in a huff.
"I'm not talking to you, so I'm not telling you why I'm not talking to you" she declared, her pout deepening as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Ashvik couldn't suppress his emotions and burst into laughter, unsure how to handle his drunken little girlfriend, whose every word was making his heart flutter. He felt a mix of happiness, blessing, and sheer luck to have her in his life.
"Oh, my baby" Ashvik muttered between laughs.
Amaira shot him a sharp glare, causing him to fall silent immediately.
He blinked at her with an innocent expression, as if to say, 'What did I do?' Amaira huffed again and turned her face away, her pout even more pronounced.
"Arey, mera baby, meri jaan, meri mohabbat, meri zindagi. Maaf kardo, aage se kabhi ye galti nahi hogi" Ashvik said, his tone dripping with cheesy affection as he pulled Amaira closer.
( Oh, my baby, my life, my love, my life. Forgive me, I will never make this mistake again )
Even he was surprised by his own words—never in his life had he imagined himself saying such cringey, love-filled phrases. But for her, he'd do anything.
Amaira giggled, hiding her face in his neck, her finger tracing the line of his Adam's apple.
Ashvik smiled, realizing that if saying these words made her giggle like this, then it was worth every bit of the awkwardness.
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"Here, drink this, baby" Ashvik said, holding out a glass of lemon juice to Amaira, who was clearly drunk and looking at the glass with a confused pout.
"No... I don't want it" she mumbled, pushing the glass away. Ashvik sighed and moved around the bed as Amaira shifted to the opposite side.
"Come on, sweetheart, it's good for you" Ashvik coaxed gently, stepping closer to her. Amaira blinked up at him, still unsure.
"Please, baccha" he said softly, trying again.
( Please, Kiddo )
Amaira finally gave in, seeing the concern in her boyfriend's eyes, though she didn't understand why he wanted her to drink it. Even in her drunken state, she couldn't resist when he asked so sweetly.
Handling a tipsy Amaira was a whole different story.
"It's... ugh..." Amaira put her hand over her mouth, feeling the nausea building up.
Ashvik quickly stood up and scooped her into his arms, carrying her to the bathroom and setting her in front of the sink.
"Just let it out, baby" he encouraged, rubbing her back and holding her hair out of the way.
"It's... so embarrassing..." Amaira mumbled, trying to hold back as she breathed heavily.
"Don't worry about it, just let it go. You'll feel better after, and there's nothing to be embarrassed about, okay?"
Ashvik said, firm but gentle. Right after he spoke, Amaira couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited.
Ashvik kept rubbing her back gently, holding her hair away until she was done.
She washed her face and rinsed her mouth, then looked up to find Ashvik smiling softly at her, causing her to blush in embarrassment.
"I think I want to take a shower" Amaira said quietly, feeling somewhat better but still a bit dizzy, thinking a hot shower might help.
"Alright... I'll get some snacks and medicine ready for you. If you need anything, just call for me" Ashvik said playfully, adding a little bow.
Amaira smiled and chuckled, feeling her heart warm at how caring he was—truly husband material.
Ashvik left the room, glancing back one last time as Amaira waved him away.
Amaira undressed and stepped into the hot shower, the warm water instantly relaxing her tense muscles. She closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the soothing sensation.
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Amaira stepped into the room, wearing only a bathrobe. She was headed towards the closet when her eyes landed on her boyfriend, Ashvik.
He had just entered, wearing only trousers, and carried a tray in his hands. His intense gaze was fixed on her as he set the tray down on the table.
His deep blue eyes made Amaira feel nervous. The alcohol had worn off, and she was fully aware of his presence.
Ashvik, now walking towards her with his upper body bare, exuded an undeniable confidence.
"What... what is it?" Amaira stammered, trying to maintain eye contact, which required all her willpower.
Ashvik's lips curled into a mischievous smirk, making her blink in surprise.
For a moment, she wondered if she had woken up a side of Ashvik she wasn't prepared for.
She thought about quickly getting dressed, but before she could move, he had her pinned against the wall.
She looked up, only to find his eyes burning into hers, making her swallow hard.
"Let me put my night suit on, Shiv" Amaira whispered, closing her eyes, attempting to calm the butterflies in her stomach.
Ashvik pressed his body against hers, one hand on the knot of her bathrobe and the other above her head. He nuzzled his nose against her cheek.
"main yaha tumhaare kapade utaarane kee soch raha hoon aur tum aur kapade pahanana chaahatee ho. Such a shame, Baby " he murmured, his voice deep and husky, sending a shiver down her spine, blushing.
( Here I am thinking of undressing you, and you want to put more clothes on. Such a shame, baby )
Her hands instinctively moved up his abs to his chest, then to his neck, where she wrapped them around, pulling him closer.
"Then let me encourage you" Amaira said softly, standing on her tiptoes and pressing her lips to his in a bold move.
Ashvik immediately melted into the kiss, his heart racing at her sudden boldness.
Regaining his composure, or perhaps letting his more primal instincts take over, he placed a hand on her lower back, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, and he responded in kind, pouring his passion into the kiss.
What started as a gentle and loving kiss quickly turned heated and intense.
Their lips moved against each other fiercely, as if battling for dominance.
He slipped his tongue into her mouth, eliciting a soft moan from her.
The sensation sent a wave of heat through her body, and she pressed herself against him.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his dark blue ones, filled with love, intensity, desire, and an almost addictive yearning.
The tension between them was palpable as his right hand slowly moved up her thigh beneath the soft fabric of her bathrobe.
His teeth grazed her neck, nibbling at her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
A soft moan escaped her lips, "Ahh" as she felt his hand inching closer to her panties.
A wave of nervousness washed over her—what if he realized how his touch had already driven her to the edge, how she was practically dripping with anticipation?
He paused his assault on her neck, lifting his head to meet her gaze. The intensity in his eyes made her heart race.
Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in again, his lips crashing onto hers, hungry and demanding.
His fingers continued to tease her thigh, drawing patterns that made her shiver. She closed her eyes, pulling him closer, giving in to the kiss as she felt herself being swept away by the moment.
He pulls away from the kiss, his eyes fixed on her lips. He can't help but feel a pang of hunger as he looks at her, her breaths coming in sharp gasps, her open mouth desperate for oxygen, her hands resting on his chest.
His gaze drifts downwards, taking in the sight of her bathrobe, which only offers a glimpses of her curves.
He slowly removed his hand from her thigh, his own breathing becoming heavier as he stares at her flesh, his mind filled with all dirty thoughts of what he wants to do to her.
He picks her up, catching her off guard and making her Yelp in surprise. She stares at him, wondering what he's going to do.
Despite the surprise, there's a hint of fear in her eyes, perhaps from the realization that they're now crossing a line they haven't crossed before.
His face shows a mixture of desire and restraint. As he looks at her, he notices her nervousness, aware that she's not fully prepared for what's happening.
He gently cradles her in his arms, deciding that this isn't the right moment to push things further. "Don't worry your pretty little head, baby" he chuckled softly, guiding her to lie down on the bed.
She frowned slightly at his teasing, but any frustration melted away as he settled beside her. Instinctively, she moved into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder and draping her hand over his bare chest, hugging him tightly.
Her warmth seeped through the thin bathrobe she wore, her body pressing against his. He couldn't help but notice the curve of her cleavage and how her nipples, unshielded by a bra, brushed against his skin.
Swallowing hard, he tore his eyes away from her chest, only for them to land on the soft, smooth skin of her thigh.
His heart raced as he tried to control his thoughts, feeling like today of all days, he was being tested by the universe.
"Is everything okay, Shiv?" she asked, her voice filled with concern as she saw the tension in his expression.
He looked into her eyes, both of them lost in the depths of each other's gaze. The love and worry in her eyes softened him, and he smiled.
"It's nothing, sweetheart. Just relax and try to sleep. It's late" he replied gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
She leaned in, kissing his forehead, and he returned the gesture, his lips lingering on her skin for a moment longer.
They snuggled closer, her head resting against his chest as his arms wrapped around her protectively.
The world outside faded away as they held each other, slowly drifting into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in the warmth of their shared embrace.
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The evening is chaotic with everyone working hard to prepare for the wedding. Aditi and Kartik's families are busy decorating the banquet hall, ensuring everything looks perfect for the big day.
Meanwhile, Kartik and his groomsmen are getting ready in his house, feeling excited and nervous as the wedding approches. They all chat and laugh, reminiscing about their memories together.
"How's our nervous groom doing, huh?" Reyansh teased, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.
Vivek and Sumit burst into laughter while Ashvik chuckled softly. Kartik, sitting on the edge of the bed, blushed a deep red, tapping his feet impatiently against the floor.
"How much longer?" Kartik asked, trying to mask his nervousness but unable to hide the edge of impatience in his voice. His friends only laughed harder at his restless energy.
"Patience, Mr. Groom" Vivek said with a grin, slinging an arm around Kartik's shoulders in a friendly hug.
"She's going to be yours soon enough. Just two more hours to go." Reyansh and Sumit laughed again, enjoying the rare sight of Kartik so flustered.
Kartik shot them a mock annoyed look, though his lips twitched upward. Ashvik watched the scene unfold with a smile, his mind drifting away from the present.
He imagined himself in Kartik's place, the next groom among them. His thoughts wandered to Amaira—his Jaan.
He could almost see it: himself standing at the altar, Amaira walking toward him in a beautiful wedding dress, a vision of elegance and grace.
He smiled to himself, feeling a twist of emotion in his chest as he imagined them exchanging vows, Amaira becoming his wife, and he, her husband.
The thought of sharing his life with her, of being with her for eternity, filled him with a sense of joy and calm he hadn't known before.
Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he pictured her smiling up at him, both of them bound together for infinity.
The thought of being her husband, of Amaira being his forever, sent a rush of butterflies through him. He knew, without a doubt, that he couldn't wait for that day to come.
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Amaira's playful voice filled the room as she sang, "Sexy lady on the floor" her tone dripping with mischief.
She added a teasing lip bite, making Aditi blush deeply at the sight. Standing gracefully in her cream pink lehenga, the intricate embroidery shimmering under the soft lighting.
Despite the teasing, there was a genuine admiration in Amaira's gaze, one that made Aditi's smile widen, her blush deepening against the delicate fabric of her bridal attire.
"Shut up, Amy" Aditi muttered, her face flushed as she quickly turned away, taking a seat in front of the mirror. She stared at her reflection, carefully adjusting her cream pink lehenga
Amaira smirked, watching her best friend's shy reaction. With a playful glint in her eyes, she moved closer and teased, "Oops, I forgot. Now you'll only listen to your Kartik baby, right?"
But Aditi quickly turned the tables. "Yeah, of course, I'll listen to my husband," she said with a grin, "But what about you, Amy?"
Amaira looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"
Aditi's smirk widened. "I mean, you're already hanging on my brother's every word, and you're not even married yet. Am I wrong?"
Amaira's eyes widened slightly, and she fell silent. Aditi's knowing grin didn't waver as she leaned in closer. "What do you think, I didn't notice you checking your phone every two minutes? Waiting for his message, huh?"
Amaira gave a shy smile, her cheeks flushing pink. She rolled her eyes with a feigned look of annoyance, trying to mask her embarrassment.
"Oh, please, Aditi" she muttered, attempting to sound indifferent, but the blush on her face betrayed her.
"Leave me alone. Today's your wedding, and then..." Amaira leaned in closer, her lips just inches from Aditi's ear, and whispered "First night."
Aditi blushed deeply, her face turning a bright shade of red. Amaira burst into laughter, enjoying every bit of her teasing.
As Amaira continued to chuckle, she glanced down at her phone, checking the time once more. She was trying to see how much longer they had until the girls would finally meet the boys.
"You're lucky, Adie" she teased, "but I can't wait to see how nervous you get when the moment actually comes."
Aditi tried to fight back with her own teasing, saying, "Oh, just wait until it's your turn, Amy. I'll be right there to make sure you're just as flustered!"
The two friends continued their lighthearted teasing, sharing laughs and smiles, the joy of the moment making them both forget the nerves and excitement of the upcoming wedding.
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At night
In the banquet hall➺
The grand hall was filled with a lively buzz, everyone eagerly awaiting the arrival of Kartik Singh and Aditi Sharma. Kartik, a successful CEO known for his sharp business acumen and charisma, had drawn a crowd that was a mix of influential business partners, close friends, and loving family members.
The decorations were lavish, with elegant floral arrangements and shimmering lights casting a warm glow over the room. A sense of excitement and joy filled the air as everyone chatted amongst themselves, sharing stories about the couple and anticipating the ceremony.
As the guests settled into their seats, the anticipation in the hall grew. Soft, melodious music played in the background as Kartik stood on the stage, waiting eagerly and impatiently for his soon-to-be bride, Aditi.
Their parents chuckled, amused by Kartik's desperation and the blush on his face. His friends—Vivek, Sumit, Reyansh, and Leone—stood around him, teasing the groom, who couldn't stop blushing.
Despite the teasing, Kartik smiled, his excitement and impatience clear. But among the group, one person was missing—Ashvik. He had slipped away without saying a word, and no one knew where he had gone or why he left without telling anyone.
All attention in the hall shifted to Aditi as she entered, her head adorned with a veil. She smiled warmly, taking in the surroundings, and blushed when she met Kartik's gaze. His friends quietly stepped down from the stage to make way for her.
"Kartik is ready to eat you up, Adie" Amaira whispered, giggling with the other bridesmaids who were walking behind Aditi. Aditi playfully glared at her, but Amaira just winked and helped her best friend up to the stage.
Amaira beamed at everyone, her presence captivating. It wasn't every day that people saw Amaira Romano in such a radiant mood. She gave a charming smile to Vivek, Sumit, and Reyansh, who grinned back at her.
Amaira took her place beside Leone, who turned away with a dismissive 'hmph.' Amaira gasped, her expression shifting to one of frustration.
She grabbed Leone's arm and turned him toward her. "What's wrong with you now?" she demanded.
"I'm so angry with you" Leone muttered, his face sulking. Amaira rolled her eyes and asked, "May I know why His Highness is so upset?"
Leone turned to her, ranting like a child, "You've been avoiding me for a month! You don't even text or call. You sent me away to Adie's house. Have you forgotten you have a best buddy, Leone Russo? Now, I want you to apologize by giving me a very expensive and branded gift, or I won't forgive you."
Leone huffed and folded his arms, while Vivek and Reyansh exchanged amused looks before bursting into laughter. Sumit tried to hold back his laughter as the rituals on the stage began. Amaira blinked, giving her 'bestest buddy' a puzzled look.
"Fuck off" Amaira muttered under her breath, and Reyansh, standing close to his sister-in-law, heard and laughed.
"Okay, fine. Wait" Amaira said, realizing she didn't want to anger Leone, who had always been there for her, covering up her lies from her overprotective royal family. "Will you still be mad if I arrange a meeting with Prince Yukjong for you?"
Leone's face immediately lit up at the mention of Prince Yukjong, who had been a major crush of his. He grinned widely and hugged Amaira. "I knew you were my best buddy. I love you so much. I'm not angry anymore. You're the best, Lisa!"
Amaira smiled and stepped back, while Vivek and Sumit exchanged glances and coughed, giving Amaira a look of pity.
They knew how big a flirt and how sexually adventurous Leone could be, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for the prince who was now in Leone's sights.
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Amaira muttered, "Where are you, Shiv?" as she dialed her boyfriend's number again, but he didn't pick up.
Since arriving, she had already asked Reyansh, Sumit, and Vivek if they knew where Shiv was, but no one had any answers.
She watched the couple inside the banquet as they completed their last ritual, becoming each other's forever.
Disappointment weighed on her because HER Shiv missed the whole wedding. They hadn't spoken all day due to their busy schedules with the bride and groom.
Now, she had hoped to finally see him, hug him, and talk about everything, but instead, she felt more worried and upset because she couldn't reach him.
Amaira was on the second floor, away from the crowd since the wedding was on the ground floor. She sighed and walked towards the hallway with many restrooms for the guests.
Cursing Shiv and dialing his number again, she took a step forward when the lights went out, leaving her in darkness.
"Holy Jesus!" she muttered, turning on the flashlight of her phone. Scared of the darkness and being alone, she lifted her skirt slightly and started to walk back.
She stumbled on her heels, hissing in frustration and muttering, "Fuck me!" as she looked down.
When she looked up to continue walking, she froze when she heard a deep, husky whisper with a soft lick on her earlobe.
"I'll gladly will, Baby."
She turned quickly, pushing the person away, the lights turn on simultaneously and then—
"Shiv!" she hissed, sighing in relief as she jumped into her boyfriend's arms.
He instantly lifted her from the ground, wrapping his arms around her waist, snuggling into her neck, and inhaling her sweet scent, taking in her warmth after the whole day.
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As she sat on the bed in the guest room, her expression a mix of frustration and worry, she asked,
"Where were you, and why are you so late?" He knelt in front of her, his face innocent and earnest, gently holding her hands in his, his thumbs softly caressing the backs of them.
He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes fixated on her. She gave him an adorable, angry pout, but all he could think about was how beautiful she looked in that pink saree.
She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen, and his heart fluttered as his gaze traveled from her head to her toes. He was lost in thought, a grin spreading across his face as he admired her.
"Shiv?" she called, snapping him out of his reverie. He blinked and smiled at her confused and slightly annoyed expression. "Something came up" he replied, still holding her hands, now sitting beside her on the bed.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, not fully satisfied with his answer, but the warmth in his touch made it hard to stay upset.
"Something came up? That's all you have to say after missing the whole wedding?" she asked, a mix of curiosity and frustration in her voice.
His smile grew wider, his eyes full of affection. He leaned in closer, still holding her hands. "Yes, something" he repeated teasingly.
She sighed and shook her head, trying to stay annoyed, but a small smile was already forming on her lips. "You're impossible" she muttered, but her eyes softened under his gaze.
He gently cupped her face with his hand, his thumb brushing her cheek. "I know" he said with a playful grin. "But you love me anyway."
She rolled her eyes but didn't pull away. "I do" she whispered ; inaudible to him, a smile breaking through despite herself. "But don't think you're getting off that easy. I want to know what happened."
He chuckled, his heart full of affection. "Alright, alright" he said, leaning back a bit but still close to her. "I'll tell you everything. But first" he paused, glancing at her saree again, "can I just say how stunning you look tonight? You take my breath away."
She blushed, her earlier frustration fading. "You're just trying to distract me" she murmured.
"Maybe" he admitted with a grin, "but it's true. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
She laughed softly, her heart fluttering. "Fine" she said, nudging him lightly, "you're forgiven... for now."
He sincerely smiled, pulling her into a warm hug. "I never want to keep you waiting because being with you is all I ever want."
She smiled against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her cheek, thinking about how lucky she was to have him.
"But still, there's something missing" he said, his tone teasing. She pulled back from the hug, her brow furrowing as she looked at him in confusion.
"What do you mean?" she asked, slightly worried. He just nodded, a playful glint in his eyes.
"I don't think I missed anything" she insisted, standing up and checking herself in her phone's camera. Her expression was tense, trying to figure out what he meant, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
"This !!" he said, smiling at her.
He stood in front of her with a pure, loving smile, and she couldn't help but look at him with an 'aww' expression. "Why are you like this?" she asked, a mix of affection and amusement in her voice. Gently, he pulled her closer by her waist, her hands landing on his shoulders.
"That's a riddle for you to solve" he chuckled, his fingers trailing up to her neck.
He placed a pendant around her, then suddenly turned her around so that her back was pressed against his chest. With a sensual touch, he moved her hair to one side, placing it over her right shoulder.
"Now this pendant must be blessed" he murmured playfully, making her giggle as he clasped it behind her neck. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss on her nape before wrapping her in a back hug, his chin resting on her left shoulder and his arms securely around her waist.
"Apka mein kya karun ?" she said, facepalming herself as she listened to his cheesy talk. She held onto his hands as he traced light patterns around her belly button.
( What am I going to do with you? )
"Ji aap hi ka hu, jo mann kare krlo" he replied, his voice deep and cool as he nuzzled into her neck, leaving soft, wet kisses. The sensation sent shivers through her body, making her feel a mix of excitement and warmth.
( I'm all yours. Do whatever you want )
"But why this 'heart key' pendant?" she asked, her fingers brushing over the pendant resting just above her cleavage.
"Because only you have the key to my heart" he whispered, his voice soft and sincere.
As he leaned in and licked her earlobe, she giggled, the sensation tickling her. He then gently took a bit of her neck between his lips, playfully nibbling on her skin, making her shiver with delight.
"But soon, I'll replace it with a mangalsutra" he whispered with a sly grin, making her blush deeply.
( Mangalsutra = A nupital chain )
She closed her eyes for a moment, flustered by his words, then quickly turned around and said, "Shut up!" She playfully hit him on the chest, a bit harder than she meant to.
Her laughter stopped instantly when he winced in pain. Her expression changed to concern as she looked at him. "What happened?" she asked, worry evident in her voice. She was still in his arms, her eyes scanning his face for an answer.
He tried to smile, hiding the burning sensation on the right side of his chest. "It's nothing, baby" he muttered, attempting to brush it off.
But she wasn't convinced. "Are you sure? Let me see" she said gently, already reaching for his kurta, her fingers ready to check for herself.
"Shiv!" she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes. She stared at his chest, where her name—AMAIRA—was written in big, bold letters just above his heart.
"Jaan" Shiv said softly, reaching out to hold her hand.
But as he saw her reaction, his heart sank. She took a step back, fiercely glaring at him with tear-filled eyes. Her heart ached, imagining how painful it must have been for him to get her name tattooed on his chest, in bold letters, with a small heart at the end.
"Why would you do this?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.
The sight of the tattoo, so permanent and intense, overwhelmed her. It was a testament to his love, but all she could think about was the pain he must have endured to have her name etched into his skin forever.
He stepped forward with a calm expression and pulled her into his arms. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist, pressing their chests together, while his other hand gently but firmly cupped her jaw, guiding her to look into his eyes.
As soon as her teary baby blue eyes met his deep oceanic blue gaze, he felt his heart race. The sight of her tears, especially because of him, made something shift in his whole being. It was as if every part of him was responding to her vulnerability.
Amaira, feeling butterflies in her stomach at their intense connection, was momentarily lost in the depth of his gaze. She was always drawn to the emotion in Shiv's eyes but had never fully understood it until now. She was pulled out of her thoughts when he began to speak.
"Look at me" he said softly, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his chest. "This tattoo, it's not just ink. It's a piece of my heart, a part of me that I wanted to give you. I wanted you to know how much you mean to me, how permanent my love for you is."
His eyes searched hers, pleading for her to understand. "I'd go through any pain just to show you how much I love you. This is my way of always keeping you close, no matter what."
"But Shiv, it must have hurt you so much" her voice cracked, her fingers gently tracing the tattoo on his chest. She breathed heavily, trying to hold back her tears.
Shiv smiled softly, touched by her concern for his pain. He couldn't help but think how pure and selfless she was, worrying about him when he was the one who chose to endure the pain.
He knew she deserved everything in the world, and he felt selfish for wanting to keep her all to himself. She was his reason for living, and he wanted to show her not just through words but through actions how deeply he loved her.
As she sobbed quietly, a tear slipping down her cheek, Shiv gently guided her to look at him. Their eyes locked, and he spoke with a sincerity that matched the weight of his gesture.
"I marked your name on my skin because loving you is the only thing that feels real, Meri Jaan" he said softly.
His thumb brushed away the tear from her cheek, and he kissed his thumb with a tender smile. She placed her palm on his cheek, caressing him, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. As he pulled back slightly, he whispered,
"I carry your name over my heart because it's where you belong. Your name is etched on my skin, just like it is on my soul. You're not just my love; you're my home."
Their shared gaze spoke volumes, and in that moment, the depth of their connection was undeniable.
"You're crazy, Shiv" she whispered, her eyes locked with his.
His words had touched her deeply. In her entire life, she had never felt as special as she did in this moment.
Although her father, her brothers, her entire family, her friends, and even her fans loved her immensely, the love Ashvik Rai Singhania had for her surpassed them all.
She realized in that moment that while people loved her with all their hearts, she was his entire heart.
"I'm crazy, for you" Shiv replied, his voice filled with affection.
As his words hung in the air, his lips gently met hers in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. Their kiss was a blend of pure, deep love and unspoken emotions.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled her close, his arms encircling her waist and one hand cradling the back of her head. Through their kiss, they conveyed everything that words couldn't.
They were sharing a moment that spoke of how much they meant to each other, their hearts communicating their love in the most intimate way possible.
As they pulled away from the kiss, she took a deep breath, while Shiv rested his forehead against hers, gazing into her eyes with a chuckle. She smiled and, with a playful glint, said, "You're my world, Shiv."
Leaning in, she kissed the tattoo on his chest. Shiv closed his eyes, savoring the softness of her lips against his skin. His arms tightened around her waist as she placed another gentle kiss there.
She then moved back, tiptoeing slightly to plant kisses on his cheeks and forehead. When she saw him pouting, she asked with a laugh, "What?"
"You forgot them" he mumbled, pouting again.
"Oops, my fault" she said, pecking his lips before pulling away, making him whine playfully.
"We need to get to everyone. You missed the wedding, so at least be present for the last ritual" she said, buttoning his kurta. He rolled his eyes at her words but couldn't help but smile as he watched her carefully buttoning his shirt.
She quickly pecked his lips once more, and he smiled at her innocent blinking. Linking her arm with his, they headed out together.
They were both content, knowing they had found their soulmate in each other. They were each other's everything, bound together by both their souls and hearts.
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Somewhere in Fiji ➺
At Someone's Mansion
"Sir, the news is confirmed" Ettore Abate announced, bowing slightly as he delivered the information to his boss.
His boss, known publicly as a modest businessman in Fiji, sat in the shadows of a dimly lit room. In his teenage years, he had been brought to Fiji, and now, in his twenties, he had made a name for himself as a well-known entrepreneur. He had even been recognized as one of the youngest successful businessmen in Fiji.
Ettore glanced at his boss, who was sitting on a couch in the dark room. The only light came from the moon, casting a soft glow over the space. His boss was holding a glass of wine, swirling it slowly, his eyes fixed on the wall.
But he wasn't staring at just any wall; his gaze was locked onto a large photo mounted there—an image of someone significant, someone who seemed to captivate his entire focus.
The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the soft clink of the wine glass. Ettore waited patiently, knowing better than to disturb his boss's thoughts.
The tension in the air hinted at something deeper, a story untold, and a connection to the person in the photo that went beyond mere business.
"Anything useful?" His boss's cold voice cut through the silence, making Ettore shiver.
He nodded quickly and replied, "Yes, Boss. According to the information, Miss Romano is in India for her concert. She's there alone with just her security. Her family isn't with her for the first time."
Ettore glanced down, hesitating before continuing, "I'm sorry, Boss. Her exact whereabouts haven't been located yet. It's like all traces of her location have been erased; no one has caught a single glimpse of where she's staying in India. But we'll gather the information soon."
The room fell silent again. After a moment, his boss stood up, breaking the tension. "You can drop the formality, Uncle" he said.
Ettore Abate laughed heartily, pulling his boss into a strong, manly hug before they both sat down on the couch. Ettore noticed that his boss's eyes were still fixed on the large photo on the wall.
"I want to ask you something, my boy" Ettore began, watching his boss closely. When he nodded, Ettore continued,
"When everything is going so well for you here in Fiji—you have everything you could want—why do you want to go back to Italy, to the Romanos? And most importantly, what do you want from their princess?"
His boss's gaze didn't waver from the photo as he contemplated Ettore's questions. The room felt thick with unspoken emotions, and the tension suggested that there was more to this story—a deeper motive that hadn't yet been revealed.
"Some old connections, Uncle. There are still things that need to be settled." his boss began, a shadow of seriousness crossing his face. "And as for their princess..."
He saw the curiosity in Ettore Abate's eyes and smirked. Standing up from the couch with his hands in his pockets, he continued, "You know why they call me Romeo?"
He chuckled softly as he walked closer to the wall. "Because she's my Juliet. The Princess of Italy, the jewel of the Romanos—she's mine. I've been in love with her since we were children. She's more than just a memory; she's my obsession."
He stopped directly in front of the large photograph on the wall. His fingers lightly traced the outline of the face in the picture.
"Her family took everything from me. They're the reason I've been hiding here for years, away from my Juliet. But she's waiting for me... I know she is."
His voice had grown darker, laced with an unsettling intensity. His obsession was palpable, and his demeanor had shifted into something more dangerous and unhinged.
Ettore felt a chill run down his spine, sensing the depth of his boss's fixation. The room seemed to shrink under the weight of his words.
"They will all pay for what they've done" he muttered, almost to himself. "I've waited long enough. It's time to go back and claim what's rightfully mine. Juliet belongs to me, and I will bring her back where she belongs."
He leaned closer to the photograph, his lips nearly touching it as he whispered, "I'm coming for you, Juliet. Your Romeo is coming back."
He then hugged the picture tightly, his behavior bordering on manic obsession. Ettore could only watch, a sense of dread filling him as he realized the lengths his boss was willing to go to reclaim his past.
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