How The Night Changes: An Arylie OS [Imlie Fanfiction]

Say That Again, Will You? (Entirely in English)

Imlie hugged him tighter, her tears of happiness drenching his t-shirt. She wanted to hear those words again. Her ex-husband had said it many times, but his intentions weren't as pure as Aryan's. This bond felt more sacred, like it was meant to be.

"Say that again Aryan.." she spoke into his chest, her lips feeling his thumping heartbeats.

"I.."

"Love..."

"You... Jungli"

Imlie's smile reached her ears as she cried, her happiness reaching a whole new level. Was this the best day of her life? Aryan Singh Rathore confessing his love to her. Aryan Singh Rathore!

She rubbed her nose across his chest, shifting. Was this how it felt to be desired, to be loved? She had never felt this safe with Aditya, forget feeling cherished. Had her relationship with him been a lie? Always fighting to be recognized as his wife, competing for the love she had full rights on. That too with her own sister. Hell, what had she been living in? Such a fool she had been, to stay there, compromising her dreams, her whole existence. Looking up, she thanked the heavens for the angel they sent for her. Aryan. Her akkadbagga.

"ABP.." She tiptoed to kiss his lips passionately, her fingers running through his soft hair. He kissed her back, his large hands enveloping her small waist.

Kismat bana loon meri chaahat bana loon, dil se main maangu ibaadat bana loon..

This ringtone. It wasn't his. Was that Imlie's phone?

Imlie's lips slowly withdrew from the kiss, her palms sliding down Aryan's neck to his chest. Her eyes met his confused ones.

"Um I, I'll go check. Maybe it's mom calling."

"But that song? Why did you pick that one as your ringtone?" Aryan was eager to know how Imlie could have known his favorite song. The song they danced to in his head. The song that played every time she neared him. Their song. Well, as per him.

Imlie tried to break free of his hold but he held her tighter. He wouldn't let her go until she answered his questions.

"That I.. You'll make fun of me if I tell you." Imlie said hesitantly. Her fingers gripped the edge of his t-shirt, her nails slightly grazing his chest.

"I won't laugh. Just tell me."

"Since the night we danced to this song at the party, it's been imprinted in my brain. And I think of that song as our song, ABP."

What a coincidence. Shiddat truly was their song.

"Me too, Imlie. That's why I was so shocked. Well, I'll have to admit, your choice isn't that terrible." Aryan teased. "That's why I chose you ABP." Imlie replied sweetly.

Aryan blushed as Imlie openly complimented him. "Aw, how cute."

"You're cute. Your face is cute. And your bo.." Imlie stopped, giving Aryan a taste of his own medicine.

"Your what, Imlie?"

"This third word is a loan, Mr. Egoistic."

He smirked at her cute antics, her teasing nature. It was attractive.

"Fine. Laugh as much as you want. What do I care? I've guessed it already, your "third word"." Imlie sealed her lips, her eyes widening. How could he possibly guess?

Aryan stepped closer, his stubble rubbing her cheek. He loved making her squirm under his touch. It was very satisfying to his male ego. Imlie closed her eyes, swallowing hard as Aryan whispered "body.. your body."

Fuck. How the fuck did he know she was going to say that? And he was teasing her about it?? Such an ass.

"Are you cursing at me?" That voice. The death of her. And on top of it all, his fingertips were brushing her arms, oh if only he would move them inwards. "Yes.. no! I mean no!" Imlie fumbled for the right words.

"Hmm." Seeing her flustered, Aryan moved to bite her ear, torturing her more. He dragged his tongue across the edge of her ear making her squeeze his arm tightly.

"Want me to stop?" She could hear the smirk in his voice. Asshole.

"No.." Imlie let out breathlessly as Aryan trailed her ears with soft kisses. She hated him for this, for leaving her desperate, wet and hungry.

Shiddat bana loon tujhe.. echoed across the room. Oh shit. Ma was calling. How could he forget? Aryan let go of Imlie, who jogged to the bed, picking up the phone call. She turned to look at Aryan as she held the phone to her ear.

"Hello mom? Sorry I couldn't pick up. Was it something urgent?"

Aryan placed his hands on his hips as Imlie wrinkled her nose at him, annoyed.

"Me and disturb? No no, I was just cleaning the room. There was a lot of trash, so I couldn't even make out when you called."

Ouch. Did she just call him trash? She didn't know who she was messing with. Aryan Singh Rathore. The master of revenge.

Looking at her standing afar in her cream colored sari and glowing skin, his motive wavered. He'd spare her tonight alright. That's the least he could do. The poor girl had blisters on her palms.

Aryan walked out of the room leaving Imlie space to celebrate her victory. She twirled around before she got back to attending the call.