Yes. It is an arranged marriage story.
Aditya Rathore: I'm so self obsessed But what I'm obsessed with is , my wife.
Ishika Aahuja: I never believed in love until I married him.
Aditya & Ishika:
"You taste like strawberry. Love"
"Yes because I've...
I opened my wardrobe and looked at it. I was confused about what to wear now.
It was my first day in my sasural. I made a noise from my mouth pch.
"Kya musibat hai yaar"
"Kya hua?" I turned and saw Aditya asking me.
"Mujhse samjh nahi aa raha Mai kya pehenu?"
"Kya ho gaya hai , kuch bhi pehen lo na"
"Ese nahi hota , batao na inn mese konsa ?"
I showed him three anarkali and he pointed to the pink one. I smiled he was about to say something but went into the bathroom to change.
As I wore that anarkali I tied my hair in a pony. And applied a little lipstick and kajal.
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The door opened and I saw Aditya walking inside. He was shirtless and he stood behind me scarching his neck. He looked like a raw egg. He looked at me from the mirror.
I couldn't take my eyes off his bare body.
I was staring at him while applying a little foundation on my face.
"Muh se pani aa raha hai tumhare" He said teasing me.
I scrunched my nose and said "shut up"
He laughed when I said and started flexing his body behind me.
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" Bas kar do kitne self obsessed ho tum" I said
He nodded doing it again , I turned and asked him.
"Accha batao kaisi dikh Rahi hu hi Mai?"
He came near me and removed the rubber from my hair and then slowly sorted it , kept half of my hair forward saying "niche aur acche lagte hai"
I looked down while he was close to me.
He flexed his abs keeping his hand over his head. Gosh , I just couldn't take that anymore, he looked so hot. So fucking hot.
