•𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄• /𝑳𝒂𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒆𝒏/

' 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 14 '

Aarohi's eyes were glued to the TV screen, the latest episode of her favorite show playing out before her. But as soon as Lakshya walked in, her gaze shifted to him. He was sweaty, his jersey clinging to his broad shoulders, his hair messy from practice.

Their eyes met, and a warm smile spread across Aarohi's face. Lakshya's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back, his eyes sparkling with exhaustion and happiness.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, Lakshya broke the spell, heading to the room to change. Aarohi's gaze followed him, her heart skipping a beat as she watched him disappear into the room.

She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest as she thought about how cute he looked, all sweaty and tired from practice. She smiled to herself, feeling grateful for this life, for Lakshya, and for their love.

Lakshya emerged from the room, clad in comfortable clothes, his hair still damp from the shower. Aarohi's gaze followed him as he made his way to the kitchen, her curiosity piqued. She switched off the TV and trailed behind him, her eyes fixed on his broad shoulders.

"Hey, what's cooking?" she asked, her voice husky from disuse.

Lakshya turned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nothing much."

But Aarohi's gaze was drawn to the sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Why are you sweating so much?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concern.

Lakshya shrugged, his shoulders lifting in a lazy motion. "I don't know... maybe it's the steam."

Just then, he let out a massive sneeze, his eyes watering. Aarohi's heart skipped a beat as she rushed to his side, her hand reaching out to touch his forehead.

"You're burning up!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with worry. "What are you doing here? You should be in bed!"

Lakshya's eyes softened, his gaze misty. "I was making vegetable soup... my mom used to make it for me whenever I was sick."

Aarohi's voice was firm as she said, "Tell me the recipe I'll make it. You go and sit there"

Lakshya hesitated, but Aarohi's insistence won out. He sat, his eyes fixed on her as she bustled around the kitchen.

Later, she brought in a steaming bowl of soup. "Here!" she said, her eyes avoiding his.

Lakshya took the bowl, his hands shaking slightly as he tried to eat. But as he spilled some soup, Aarohi rushed to his side.

"Give it to me!" she said, her voice softening as she took the spoon from him.

Their eyes met briefly as she fed him, Lakshya feeling a spark of gratitude towards this stranger who was now his wife.

Aarohi's hands were gentle as she fed him, her touch sending a flutter through his chest. But Lakshya ignored it, focusing on the soup instead.

As the last spoon of soup was savored, Aarohi gently said, "Go to your room and get some sleep. If you need anything just let me know."

But Lakshya's response was unexpected. "I don't want to go anywhere, Aarohi" he said, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.

Aarohi's eyebrows furrowed in surprise. "What?"

Lakshya's grip on her hand tightened. "Please, Aarohi just stay here with me"

Aarohi's heart skipped a beat as she looked into his pleading eyes. She tried to brush it off as mere weakness from illness, but a part of her felt a flutter. "Okay, relax I'm here," she said softly.