"Waise toh I love the whole of you, lekin specifically asking, I love your eyes Abhimaan. So expressive and deep. I love your eyelashes. So thick and long. Makes me jealous of it but ok. I love your mind, so sharp and quick. I love your heart, so kind and full of love. I love your lips, so soft and kissable."
He chuckled at her description of his lashes and lips. His eyes felt glassy looking at the woman who loved him so selflessly.
"That's it? That's all you love in the whole of me?"
He asked with a teasing pout and she smirked naughtily leaning closer to his lips.
"There is actually a certain part of your body that I love a little more than the other ones. The one that has the power to keep me satisfied and still leave me craving for more. And you know I'm really craving it right now."
He held her hips when she grinded against him and his eyes darkened.
"Wouldn't want to keep you craving for long now, can I? Let's take you home and get you satisfied now."
He smacked her ass and settled her on the passenger seat with a final, hard kiss on her lips and she sat the entire drive home, blushing at his words and actions.
(Back to present time)
Anjali was sitting in the hotel room, all dolled up as a bride. It was her wedding day. She was really nervous. Finally going to marry the man she'd loved. She wanted everything to go on smoothly.
Abhimaan had told her that the baraat would leave for the venue at 6 pm. They must be leaving anytime now.
Her phone rang indicating his video call. She smiled and kept a hand over the camera and took the call.
"Hey! Why's everything dark there? You've covered the camera? Anjali!"
She heard him whine and chuckled. She paused her video and put the phone down. She could see him sitting in his sherwani. He looked nervous too.
"You're not allowed to see me yet. I know you don't believe in all these and think they are superstitions. Lekin I don't want anything to go wrong today Abhimaan. So I'll follow everything. Even if it's superstitions."
She whispered softly and he went silent. Then she saw him switch off his camera too and smiled.
"You're right. I don't want anything to go wrong. I'm just-I'm nervous."
She smiled at his confession.
"That makes the two of us. It's ok Abhimaan. I'm here!"
There was silence for some time and she knew what he was going to say next.
"I feel like I'll not be good enough beside you Anjali. You're so fucking gorgeous and I'm a XXL now."
"Abhimaan!"
She called in a reprimanding tone and heard his quick defensive voice.
"I know. I know. I just- can't wait for you to be mine. Finally iss duniya mai ailaan kr rha hu that this beauty is mine. Forever. Iss zindagi, iss janam aur aane wale harr janam ke liye. Mine. You'll be mine. Sirf meri!"
She felt tears pool her eyes and softly took his name.
"Sirf aapki!"
He felt his heart skip a beat. Why did it make him a bit more possessive of her when she called him aap.
"They are calling for me the Ghudchadi. Aa rha hu tumhe lene meri jaan."
"Intezaar kr rhi hu Abhimaan."
With that the call was disconnected. Anjali's bridal photoshoot started, which she was thankful for because she would have died out of anxiety of waiting for him and the baraat to arrive.
It was around 9 pm when she was finally called for Jaimala.
Abhimaan saw his bride coming towards him under a Phoolon ki Chadar along with her cousins and other ladies of the family. But his eyes were focused only on her. He'd never seen a bride so beautiful.
His eyes teared up involuntarily but he didn't avert his gaze from her. Not for a moment. She reached the stage and he didn't hold back and kissed her forehead. She smiled and gave in to the hug he had pulled her into. This was their day, their moment.
During the Sindurdaan ritual, some vermilion fell on her nose. Abhimaan was about to rub it off but she signalled through her eyes not to. He frowned but smiled when a lady from behind told the meaning of it.
By the time, the rituals were over and the wedding was complete, both of them knew nothing was happening tonight except for cuddling all night and sleeping peacefully in each other's arms.
Anjali was sent to his room first. Abhimaan entered a few minutes later after dealing with his sister and cousins.
He sat in front of her and sighed. The emotions they were experiencing could not be told in words.
He leaned in and joined their foreheads. Her hand came up to rest on his cheek, caressing it softly. They stayed like that until she giggled, making him frown and look at her.
She looked into his eyes with pure happiness and love and whispered softly.
"Hi, Patidev!"
He chuckled and kissed her wrist before whispering.
"Hi there, Ardhangini!"
With that he kissed his wife for the first time and both of them smiled into the kiss, knowing very well how beautiful their married life was going to be. Just as beautiful as their story had been.
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