With Them..💟✨️ (Completed)

Chapter 53

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Adhyan reached rathore mansion and directly headed to his room. He pushed open the door, his eyes scanning the room for Aanya. He had been thinking about her all day, wondering what she was up to, and if she was thinking about him too.

As he entered, his gaze fell upon Aanya, and his breath caught in his throat. She was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate pleats of the saree he had gifted her.

The saree, a soft, flowing silk in a deep shade of blue, perfectly draped around her. The color brought out the sparkle in her eyes, and the delicate embroidery on it seemed to shimmer in the light.

Adhyan was mesmerized by her beauty. He felt like he was seeing her for the first time all over again. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the way the dress accentuated her waist, the way her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night.

Aanya, sensing his presence, turned to face him. Their eyes met, and Adhyan felt like he was drowning in the depths of her gaze. He couldn't look away, couldn't breathe.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, Aanya smiled, and Adhyan's heart skipped a beat.

"You like it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Adhyan nodded, his voice caught in his throat. "You look... stunning," he managed to stammer.

Aanya's smile grew wider, and she took a step closer to him. "Thank you," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Its your gift thats why its beautiful. "

Adhyan's heart was racing now, his pulse pounding in his ears. He knew he was in trouble. He was falling for her, hard. And he couldn't do anything to stop it.

As Adhyan was about to move to closet he saw aanya struggling with the pleats of her saree.

Adhyan's moves closer to her and sat on knees in front of her. His hands moved deftly, draping the pleats of the saree around Aanya's waist. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

As he worked, Aanya couldn't help but steal glances at him. She loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he concentrated, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck.

Finally, the pleats were in place, and Adhyan stepped back to admire his handiwork. Aanya felt a surge of pride, knowing she looked beautiful in his eyes.

"Now You look perfectly stunning," he said, his voice low and husky.

Aanya smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest. "Thank you again," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Adhyan's eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, he broke the spell, turning to head towards the closet.

"I'll get dressed," he said, his voice a little gruff. "We don't want to be late."

Aanya nodded, watching as he disappeared into the closet. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, missing the closeness they had just shared.

But as she heard the rustle of clothes, the sound of his belt buckle being fastened, she felt a thrill of anticipation. She was feeling something different like something good is going to happen.