SS: So Darling, Save the last Dance for Me P8,Pg35 - Page 19

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Part 8

Arnav closed the door behind him but remained standing at the doorway. He watched his bride sitting at the centre of his bed, their bed from tonight. She wore a dark red lehenga with antique gold embroidery. He thought about how she kept stealing glances at him during the ceremony.

He had also stolen his fair share of glances at her. From the minute she was led into the mandap he had noticed how mesmerising she looked. How her eyes were cast downwards as she put the varmala around his neck. How his brothers had lifted him up high taking him away from her reach, teasing her. How she had patiently waited and then swift bought her arms around his neck, claiming him as hers. How she had inched closer to him imploring him to do the same.

He thought of how he had put the red streak of sindhoor in her hair and inadvertently had spilled some on her nose. How she blushed when the guests had cheered about how that meant her husband would love her through eternity. He had been unfazed by the revelation for that was a given, he would love her through eternity. He already knew that.

He recalled how their hands had danced and flirted together as they searched for rings in the bowl filled with milk. Arnav had won that one. He smiled, because it didn't really matter. He may have won the silly game, but she had owned his heart, so no matter how his sister had told him that his winning the game signified his dominance in their marriage, how was that even possible whilst she had now managed to break through every wall.

Now as he watched her slightly shivering form clutching to her skirt her face hidden by the bridal veil, he thought of their first meeting. How even then she had been scared. Scared but never faltering to stand up for what she believed in.

Khushi had heard the door click. She could feel her heart pound in her chest. For all the teasing she had dished out to her sister one would think Khushi would have been a bold unabashed bride. She was the complete anything but. Her fingers clutched around her skirt. What would he want from her. She was too scared to even raise her eyes to his direction. What if he saw her through the veil. She prayed to her Devi Maiyya. She thought about the first time he had met her. How had come prowling towards her, how he had always reminded her that he hadn't even shown her how 'badtameez' he could get. She gulped down hard at the thought. He wouldn't! Her thoughts were driving her crazy, why was he just standing there? Maybe he had second thoughts about this. Maybe he wouldn't come!

He smirked at his scared bride and walked towards the bed. He lowered himself on the bed facing her. She immediately pulled her feet into her lehenga almost as if she were scampering away from him. His smirk grew. He edged closer lifting his hands and she saw this movement from under her veil. Her hands clutched tighter around her knees. He watched her knuckles go white. He gently lifted the veil to reveal his bride.

Khushi closed her eyes shut as she felt the heavy veil being lifted from her head. Her breathing was shallow and short as she tried to take as much of the fresh air in as the veil had begun to suffocate her. Or perhaps her heightened senses were suffocating her, for no matter how she tried she couldn't seem to catch enough air. Even with her eyes closed tightly she could feel his gaze burning her. Her cheeks and her ears were flaming. Her lips parted, quivering slightly in anticipation.

He watched the blush creep across her skin and he felt humbled of how she would carry this blush as a symbol of his honour. He slowly raised his finger to her chin and raised her face to him.

His touch seared her skin and for a moment she forgot to breath, her heart forgetting to breath. A stilling silence decended upon her for she could no longer hear the marching band pound againt her chest. Until his husky voice broke there silent reverie. "Daro mat, main tumhe kha thodi jaunga." Her eyes shot open wide. He took in the unadulterated innocence that hid behind them.

No sooner than she had opened her eyes wide that she realised how close he was to her and lowered her gaze down at her fingers. He lifted her chin up again her eyes continued to gaze downwards.

"Aao mere saat." He shifted off the bed and stood offering his hand to her. She looked up confused and slowly placed her hand in his.

He led her out of their room, through the French doors and up the stairs to the terrace. She wasn't sure what he was doing and quietly prayed to her Devi Maiyya. He stopped when they got to the centre of the terrace and brought her around in front of him, her back to his chest. She turned around craning her neck to get an indication of what he wanted.

He held her shoulders gently and whispered into her ears "Apni Ma aur Bauji se nahi milaogi?"

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Aww...that was soo sweet of Arnav..

I loved it the ending was so sweet:)

oh god, it was so so so romantic. and that last line was heartbreaking and sweet. well done 👏

the last line put me at lala land

Read it all in a go!! wonderful divy.. loved it..

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