Valentine Day One-Shot Contest VOTING extended

Adham and Aliya are two individuals who met each other for the first time on Valentine's day. Their meet consisted bumping into each other, fighting about who bumped into who. Then after that, they kept meeting each other and argued about the most little things. They couldn't stand each other out. Just by looking at each other, a scowl appears on their faces.

But their parents are childhood friends and decided that Adham and Aliya will get married. Aliya obeyed her parents, because she is a traditional indian girl. Adham was confusion but still agreed to meet her. They were both supposed to meet each other for 'the first' time. When Adham saw how innocent and shy Aliya looked, he started to feel something for her. He had never seen this side of her before and frankly he liked it, a lot. They gradually started to fall for each other, turning their arranged marriage into a love marriage.

Adham and Aliya are engaged now, going to be married in 5 days. "Hold your breath!" Anjali commanded Aliya, whilst pulling harder at the two dorys at Aliya's corset's back to make it fit perfectly. Aliya took a deep inhale of breath, preparing herself for suffocation. Anjali started to pull rather harshly, making Aliya gasp loudly. "You haven't eaten an apple, have you Snow White? So that you will pass out and let your prince kiss you back to life!"Anjali teased Aliya and started to laugh light heartily. "Shut up you Evil Queen!" Aliya answered her best friend and joined the laughter. She will endure the pain, because she knows that it will be worth it. Her wedding dress must be exquisite. Sometimes, it just looks too good to be true. Her being with Adham, its just surreal. He is every girl's prince charming. He is sweet, nice, honest, naughty, gentle, cute, flirty, charming, funny, understanding, passionate. .. Aliya bit her lip, a light pink tint creeped upon her cheeks, remembering her first kiss with Adham. He was in a strange but pleasant way gentle and a little bitrough with the kiss. The way she was sitting on his lap and the way he kissed her and growled lowly through the kiss, it still sends shivers down to her spine. Bu now, Aliya's face is as red as a strawberry, blushing furiously. "Aliya! Oh no! I pulled to hard, didn't I? Breathe!" Anjali yelled ,shaking Aliya's shoulder. Aliya opened her eyes, seeing a concern Anjali with fear struck face. "I'm fine." Aliya managed to choke out, because partly she was still in la la land with Adham. Anjali breathed out a sign of relief and resumed working and stitching by Aliya's dark red wedding dress.

Aliya is currently in New Delhi, at a huge wedding store which is own by her bbf aka her wedding-dress designer Anjali. When Anjali found out her dearest friend is getting married, she decided that she is going to design her dress, being an fashion designer after all. They are both right now in Anjali's private room, which is oval in shape and mirrors everywhere. Aliya is standing at a little round wooden table in the middle of the room. Scissors, rulers, meter,fabric of the colors red, silver and gold lingering sprawled on the entire floor. Aliya is looking into the mirror in front of her, whilst Anjali is running in circles around her. Making notes, stitching or snipping something. Anjali's hair was in a messy bun and she had two pens in her bun! She blew a strand of hair out of her face and kneels down in front of Aliya, measuring the length of the lengha.

"There, its perfect." Anjali said, a satisfied grin on her beautiful caramel colored face. Aliya looked into the mirror and smiled widely, speechless and in awe of the beauty of her wedding dress, her ghargra choli. It's just like she has always imagined her wedding dress to be. It was a dark red lengha, with a second transparent fabric on the dark red dress. The transparent layer was gold and silver, with roses and all kinds of beautiful symbols embroidered on it. The dress consist a dark red corset, a long lengha, a big and long transparent dupatta. The corset clung to her waist perfectly, her stomach exposed. She turned her head and brushed her dark long hair away,looking at her back. The 2 dorys zig zagging its way on her back. Partly exposing her whole back.Her lengha felt heavy, of course with all the work Anjali did on it! "Look, I put the corset so tight that even Adham wont be able to open the dorys!" Anjali exclaimed and laughed uncontrollably. Aliya's eyes widened and blushed. "Anjali!" Shilpa pouted, feeling embarrassed. "Oohh oho I am just joking!" Anjali said, Aliya smiled. "He wont be able to untie the dorys, because he is a soldier and will rip it open!" Anjali yelled and started to laugh again. Aliya closed her eyes and covered her face with her palms.

Anjali's laughter died and she hugged Aliya from her waist, because Aliya was still standing at the little table. "Come on! But seriously, Aliya you are looking gorgeous. Adham will faint when he sees you." Anjali said. Aliya opened her light brown eyes and tears were rolling down her sweet face. "Arre! Kiya hua? (What happened?)" Anjali said softly and helped Aliya to walk down the little three stairs. She pulled Aliya into a tight hug. Aliya started to sob softly and Anjali's eyes were teary and soon tears started to roll down. "I can't believe that I am getting married." Aliya said. "I know." Anjali said, stroking Aliya's hair smoothingly. Anjali pulled away and took Aliya's face in her palms. "I know that Adham is a very nice guy and he will always keep you happy. He really loves you and I can see that. You shouldn't be crying, because Mumbai isn't that far away from New Delhi, you can always come to meet us." Anjali soothed her with her words. Aliya nodded, smiling.

"What the hell!?" Adham muttered, gazing at the woman who was rather pressing herself against him instead of putting the finishing touches to his wedding suit. She had to sew back a button which fell off from his shirt. Adham clenched his jaw tightly and raised his head high to glare at Neal. Neal was holding back his laugh, but you could see on his face that he could explode anytime. 'I will kill you.' Adham mooted to Neal. Neal had a huge grin and nodded in response. "How are you feeling, isn't the button too tight?" She purred, still way to close to him. "No, thank you its perfect." Adham said, backing away. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away. It's not like the girl wasn't attractive, in fact the girl was gorgeous. She is tall, has brown wavy hair and almond colored and shaped eyes. But Adham only has eyes for Aliya, his Aliya. The girl with the innocent light brown eyes and black long curls. If he were single, he would probably flirt shamelessly with this girl and take her home, but time has changed, he has changed. Yes he is still himself, but now he only wants to flirt with Aliya, tease Aliya, kiss Aliya, touch Aliya. Damn,he only wants to be with Aliya. The girl looked disappointed and tried to hide it. Adham just looked uncomfortable, is he supposed to comfort her? But how? "Look your beautiful, you really are. But your not my fiance and my soon to be wife." He said sincerely. The girl just nodded. He gently stroked her shoulder, smiling at her. She smiled too. "You really love her a lot. I wish I can find someone like you." The girl said. "And you will, trust me." Adham said.

He turned towards Neal with a smirk plastered on his handsome face, the dimple on his right side cheek visible. Neal nodded in approval. Adham was wearing a black and golden colored kurta.Perfectly fitting his broad soldier's body. Any girl would faint if she saw him right now. Classical Indian clothes really look good on him. "Okay I will change now and pick up Aliya. We have to pick up the jewelry that I specially ordered for her." Adham said, unbuttoning his kurta. "But that is at the other side of the city! Only the drive will take 3 hours!" Neal exclaimed. "You will not go, you still have to practice the dinner party. So I will send someone and why do you want to take Aliya with yourself?" Neal asked, walking to Adham. Adham cocked his eyebrow. " Why do you think I am taking my little fiance with myself?"Adham wiggled his eyebrows, smirking. Neal's eyes went wide with realization. "You want sometime alone with her! No Adham! We both have traditional families, you are not allowed to meet her until the marriage!" Neal yelled, throwing his hands in the air. "But who says that someone will find out about it? And besides, it's Valentine's day." Adham shyly said, winking. His friend sighed, giving up. "How will you 'whisk' her away from her friend?" Neal asked, air quoting with his fingers at whisk'. "Watch me." Adham said, determination in his voice.

Aliya changed into her dark blue churidaar, ready to leave. "Let's go have coffee, alright?" Anjali asked. "Of course !" Aliya obliged happily. Adham was standing in the corridor, seeing Aliya heal ways feels this sensation inside him that he couldn't explain what it is. He gets the urge to go close to her and hold her close to himself. He takes his phone out and dialed Anjali's number.After 3 rings, he saw her picking her phone up. " Yes hello?" Anjali asked through the phone."OMG Anjali! There is a sale at the mall! You have to come right now! Gucci, Prada, Channel everything! You only have 30 minutes!" Adham said in a fake girly voice and cut the call. Anjali yelled and told Aliya everything. "But Anju, I have to go to the dinner party rehearsal after 30 minutes." "Okay I will go alone and see you at the rehearsal! Bye!" Anjali exclaimed and hugged Aliya. Adham smirked in victory and hid behind the door when Anjali ran past him. He waited until Aliya was close to the door. Just when Aliya reached the door, Adham pulled her close to himself. "Aaah! Adham!?" Aliya yelled. He smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist. Aliya blushed and tried to free herself from his grasp, which was of course impossible. She was hitting him at his chest, trying to push herself away from him. But it was useless. His grip tightened and he was staring at her, she was looking down. "Look at me." He softly demanded. He could feel her heart beating faster. She slowly looked up, still blushing. "Oye hoye.. " He said with a flirty voice and winked, which made her blush even more. "What are you doing here?" She asked. "I am here to kidnap you!" He said. "What!? No!? I can't, we cant. We both are too busy with wedding preparations. No,no,no!" Aliya protested. "Adham listen to me-" Aliya couldn't finish her sentence because Adham crushed his lips on hers. He lifted her up from her waist and started to walk to the lift, all the while kissing her. Aliya moaned softly, forgetting everything and locked her arms around his neck. He held her with his one arm and used his other hand to press the button of the lift. The lift opened and Adham gently pushed Aliya at the wall of the lift. He let her lips go and showered her neck and collar bone with kisses. He pressed the button to the ground floor to the parking lot. Aliya still dazed from the kiss had no idea that she was in the lift. "It's Valentine's day, no way I am going to spend it alone. Understand?" Adham huskily said and Aliya nodded slightly.

The lift's door opened and Adham lifted her up again, this time bridal style. They both stopped kissing, because they both are in need of oxygen. Aliya closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest. Adham was inhaling her strawberry scented hair and stroking her hair lightly with his face. He put her down, but didn't let her go. He held her by her waist with his one hand and was taking out his car's keys out of his pocket. He opened the door and helped Aliya sit inside. He walked to the other side and also stepped in the car. He started the car and took off.

Aliya was focusing her on her breathing process. Inhale and exhale, just inhale and exhale. She thought. "I can't believe you just did that! What if somebody saw us!? I am so dead! Mom and dad will kill me!" Aliya yelled, hitting Adham at his shoulder. He chuckled and grabbed her wrist,pulling her closer. "But no one saw us." He whispered flirty. He put his arm around her shoulder,steering the steering wheel with one hand. Aliya scooted closer and rested her head on his shoulder. "I hate you." She mumbled, wrapping her arm around his waist. "I love you too." He said. Aliya chuckled and Adham joined her too. They have been driving for an hour, all the while Adham was teasing her, caressing her lovingly,stealing kisses from her when the traffic lights were red. It was twilight and Adham took the rough way through the woods to make the ride 'extra' long.

It started to rain, little rain drops falling down from the now dark sky. Aliya looked out of the window from Adham's side window. The trees passing by, she could see the raindrops hitting the leaves of the trees, making the leaves move and dance. She closed her eyes, feeling tired from standing like a statue the whole day so that Anjali could make her wedding dress perfectly. Aliya deeply breathed in Adham's cologne. There was something about his scent which made her feel calm and serene, at peace. She couldn't really name the scent other than call it his scent. Adham kissed her forehead and made her sit comfortable. Gently stroking her shoulder, kind of like making her feel sleepy because of his tender touch. Aliya kissed his chest, murmuring a 'love you' to him. Adham smiled and said it too.

After a while, the car was making weird noises and suddenly came to a halt. Aliya's eyes opened, she looked at Adham. He has the same look of confusion on his face. Aliya's half narrowed her eyes at him, glaring slightly . "I swear I didn't do anything! The car really stopped by itself this time.." He muttered the last part. Aliya sighed and sat straight up again. "Do you think you can fix it Adham?" Aliya asked him. "I can take a look at it." Adham said and ruffled his hair. Aliya smiled, but look concerned when she saw and heard the noisy and rough weather. She looked at him with care in her eyes. He smiled, showing his dimples. "I will be back soon." He whispered and pecked her on her lips before exciting the car. As Adham shut the door, a gust of wind entered inside, causing her to shiver. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked through the front windshield at Adham. His form disappeared when he opened and pulled up the bonnet.

She waited for a few minutes and saw Adham jogging back to step into the car again. He hastily opened the door and stepped inside. He was completely drenched form the rain. Aliya gasped and immediately moved closer to him. "Adi" She whispered, taking a hold on her dark blue dupatta and started to dry Adham's hair. She slowly moved her dupatta over his face, her eyes moving with her hand. She pressed her lips together and moved down to his neck. Adham, who was sitting quietly the whole time, was staring at her. Her hand with the dupatta moved to his chest, occasionally lifting it half up to bring it down again. Just when she wanted to move her hand away, Adham grasped her hand. Aliya looked up and her eyes met his. Light brown boring into dark grey eyes. "Your cold." She whispered. "Then warm me up." He whispered back with a passionate look in his eyes. Aliya obeyed to him without protesting about him 'taking advantage of the situation'. She wrapped her arms around his waist, shivering at the contact between their bodies. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

"It's not working." He hoarsely mumbled, with his face in her hair. "What are we going to do?" Aliya asked. "Well-"Adham said, taking out his phone and checking it whether he has a signal or not. "No signal, we are right now not the outskirts of Delhi. We must spend the night here.." Adham trailed off, looking directly at Aliya. Her eyes winded. "What?!" She exclaimed. Adham shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "We have no other option." He said. "We can try and run through these woods and test our luck at finding an mechanic!" Adham sardonically suggested and held back a laugh when he saw Aliya's face. "Stop fooling around! Im serious!" She semi yelled. "But seriously, we can't just stay here the whole night Adham." Aliya said, taking in the small space they both have in the car. Adham nodded and looked outside. After looking outside for a while, he spoke up. "Hey, I think I see a little haystack right there-" He said pointing out with his finger. "We could go there for tonight." Adham said, turning his head towards Aliya. She thought for a moment before answering. It is at least better than spending the night in a small car! She nodded. "Okay we will go." She said.

Aliya took her belongings, which was only her bag. And before stepping out, Adham took his jacket off and made Aliya wear it. He smirked at the sight. She looked so cute, adorable and so small in his big leather jacket. "Oye hoye merry jaan! (My sweetheart.)" Adham said, pulling her closer and holding her tight because they are about to run to the haystack. "Adi.." Aliya pouted, hitting his chest with her hand which is somewhere under the jacket's sleeve. He laughed and pressed a kiss against the left side of her forehead.

"You ready?" Adham asked her, holding the handle to open the door. Aliya deeply breathed in and out before she nodded. "Let's go!" Adham exclaimed and opened the door. He tightly grabbed her and they started to run to the haystack. Cold rain pouring down mercilessly on them. Aliya gasped and almost tripped over a tree-branch. Adham clutched tighter at her and and lifted her up bridal style. Aliya wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face into his chest, protecting her face from the hard rain drops. Him being a soldier really comes handy at times like these. He was running fast, taking huge steps.

Once they safely entered the haystack, Adham put her down on her feet. He quickly grabbed Aliya by her shoulders, examining her from head to toe. She blushed, because her damp clothes were sticking on her body, hence showing her curves. But Adham wasn't 'checking' her out. He was looking for signs of injuries. "You hurt yourself somewhere?" He asked her. She shook her head 'no'. Adham breathed out a sign of relief, before letting her go.

He walked away form her, looking around the haystack for something to use to ignite a fire. Aliya clutched at the straps of her bag, looking around the haystack. The haystack was squire shaped and the walls of the stack was made out of hay. Well basically, hay was there a lot and everywhere. Adham grabbed two hands full of hay and dropped it down on the middle of the ground. He pressed the bunch of hay together so that he could light the fire. He took out a lighter and light the hay, causing a warm fire to come alive. It's warmth spread through the cold haystack. Aliya looked suspiciously at Adham, where the heck did he get that lighter from? Adham looked up. He rolled his eyes before explaining himself. "I'm a soldier remember? We take precautions?" Adham said with a 'duh' look. Shilpa rolled her eyes and dropped the topic.

Adham stood up, unbuttoning his shirt. Aliya's eyes widened, seeing the view. Adham, shirtless with a damped dark jeans. His broad shoulders and arms, his chest and chiseled abs, perfectly in shape and water drops slowly moving down. His hair, messy and wet. His dark grey eyes, twinkling with mischievousness. He winked and Aliya blushed, closing her eyes. She suddenly felt a hand stroking her cheek. She opened her eyes, meeting the eyes of Adham which held a strange light in them. Adham slowly started to stroke her collarbone, moving his fingers over her soft skin to her dupatta. He tugged softly at her dupatta. Aliya grabbed his hand, her eyes wide. Adham smirked, cocking his eyebrow. "Utaro, tumhe bhukaar ho jaegi. (Take it off, you will get fever.)" He softly said. Aliya shook her head, trying to back away. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Adham.." She protested, shyness clear in her voice. "Humse kiya sharmana?" (You don't have to be shy from me.) He huskily said. He spun her around, pressing her back against his bare chest. Aliya yelped in surprise. She tried to hit his hands off. "Aliya." Adham lowly growled. She stopped hitting him immediately. He placed his chin on the juncture of her shoulder not before kissing her there. Aliya could feel the rain drops falling down from his hair on her shoulder. He used his other hand to strip her off from her cold dupatta. His hand lingered around her collarbone ever so lightly before he reached for her neck. He took a hold on the dupatta. Aliya shivered, not from the cold but from what he was doing. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, her heart beating faster with each passing second. He slowly pulled her dupatta down, the wetness of the dupatta leaving a few water drops behind on its way down. While pulling her dupatta down, Adham's hand was touching her the whole time. He let the dupatta fall down on the floor. Aliya opened her eyes, her chest rising and going down with the deep intake of breaths.

He turned her around, pressing his forehead against hers. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?" He asked her. She looked with fake anger at him. "You always force your way!" She pouted. "What can I do? I am a soldier! I think the soldier in me even comes out at times when he isn't supposed to. You know, he likes the rough way." He teased her, winking. She gasped and started to hit him on his chest. He laughed but didn't stopped her from hitting him. She gave up and put her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms fully around her. They walked to the fire place. "I will be right back." Adham said. Aliya sat down and watched him getting more hay. He placed more hay by the fire and sat down across her. Aliya was moving her fingers through her dark hair, trying to straighten out the knots out of her hair. She turned her head around to continue drying it now from the other side. While turning her head, her hair softly flew around her face, which caused drops of water to fly off from it. They came in touch with Adham's face. He closed her eyes and opened them again, watching Aliya with fascination. The way she was drying her hair with her hands, the way she was sitting, her facial expressions.

Aliya opened her eyes, Adham was no where in sight. She felt hot breath on her neck and looked behind. There, Adham was in a crouched position, flashing a sexy smirk at her. "What are you doing?" She gasped. "Hush." He hushed her, turning her back around by her shoulders. He slowly brushed her hair away from her shoulders and neck. She saw a diamond necklace coming down across her face and landing on her neck. She gasped seeing the expensive diamond necklace. He placed the necklace around her neck and closed the little hooks of it. He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the back on her neck. He trailed kissed till he came close to her ear. Aliya arched her head back, closing her eyes. "Happy Valentine's day." Adham whispered with his raw manly voice before he kissed her earlobe. Aliya bit her lip, not letting the sound of pleasure to escape from her mouth. All the while doing this, Adham's fingers were playfully teasing the fragile dorys on her suit's back. He untied the first dorie in such a way that she could feel his fingers on her back.

He pulled her up by her waist, himself also standing up. He turned her around, still holding her waist with one of his hands. Her lips quivered, her eyes closed. "Open your eyes." He said with his deep voice which was compelling her to obey. She opened her eyes. "Now don't you dare to close then again." He commanded her. She nodded lightly and gasped when she felt his semi cold fingers on her back again. She gasped and wanted to close her eyes again, but Adham dared her with his eyes to try that. She gulped and kept gazing into his dark grey eyes, which always reminded her of a stormy weather. His fingers moved over her back smoothly and his eyes were looking into hers with such a fierce passion that made Aliya go weak by her knees. If he wasn't holding her right now, she would defiantly have fallen down. After what seemed like an eternity, he reached the second dorie. He tugged lightly at it and they opened by themselves. Aliya shivered, wanting to move away form him. He playfully shook his head and smirked, tightening his grip. He untied the third and last dorie and his palm stroked her exposed back. "Adi..." She whispered, losing herself in his touch. "Hhmm.." He replied, smiling at her expressions.

Before she knew what was happening, he lifted her up and carried her to a bunch of hay. He lay her down and hovered above her. He took both of her wrists and held them at either side of her head. He stared at her face for a while before he asked her something. "Do you love me?" He asked. "More than I can show." She answered truthfully. "Do you trust me?" He asked her. "More than myself." She whispered. He leaned down and kissed her passionately. He rolled them over so now that she was on top of him. He pulled her close, still kissing her. "Adham" She moaned. "Aliya" He said out of breath. He gave her one last kiss before he broke it. "Oye hoye, don't you want to wait till we get married?" He teased her. "Adham!" Aliya exclaimed, hiding her face with her palms. He gently pulled her hands down, settling her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her in a possessive hold. " I was kidding! But seriously jo bhi hojae (whatever will happen),I want my Aliya to be pure and untouched until we are bounded in matrimony." He said, his voice filled with honesty. Tears formed in Aliya's eyes and they rolled down, Adham frowned, feeling liquid on his chest and looked down, seeing a crying Aliya. "Aliya?" He sat up holding her close to himself. "I love you." She whispered. Sweetly, he kissed her tears away. "I love you too." He said. She gave him a sweet kiss on his lips and he smiled throughout it. He pulled her along with himself and they both lay down on the thick bunch of hay again. Both sighed in contentment before a deep and comfortable sleep took over them...

Today was the last day of college and there was a lot of hassle going around and preparations for the farewell party were going on full swing. And there was a myriad of emotion flowing through everyone's mind; happiness, excitement for a new beginning and career, sadness in letting go of your besties and your college. But there was one person who was going through the most turmoil ever, Aryan Verma. Today was the day he had to let go of his enemy/bestie. Aryan looked at the excitement all around him as he walked through the college campus, each spot on the campus refreshing his mind with all those memories that they had spent together. All those fights, those pranks, those late nights study sessions, sneaking out into the girls hostel at night, all the parties and trips, everything was coming back to him. And he did not want to let go of her. And as the end of almost near, he couldn't help but confess that he loved her. She was everything to him in the past four years, his friend, his mentor, his partner in crime and his enemy whenever he irritated, which he always loved to do. And she never asked for anything in return, she was so selfless and he had never paid much attention to it until now. But now, when they only had hours until they parted, he couldn't help but grieve of losing her. After the four years he had spent with her, he couldn't imagine life without her anymore. He made up his mind of confessing his love tonight at the farewell party, if she accepted it, he would be the happiest person on the planet. If she didn't, it would hurt but he would always remain her best friend and love her till his last breath.

Diya finished packing as she was going back home tomorrow. She was going to miss this college, this place and her friends a lot. But nothing compared to the extent to which she would miss Aryan. A few tears escaped her eyes as she recollected all the good times they spent together. How he was always there for her no matter what and she was so sad to let go of him. She loved him so much, she always had, from the moment they became friends from enemies and she realized what a wonderful person he was, her heart had belonged to him since then. Sometimes she wondered if he could ever love her back, but she never had the courage to ask him. She wiped her tears as she vowed to herself that she would make the most of the hours she had left with him and hold on to those memories forever.

Aryan was marching impatiently from place to place as he waited for Diya to arrive at the party, as he had made all the arrangements he had to for today. He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated that all her friends were here and she still wasn't. The party had already started, the music had people swaying their bodies to its tune. Aryan stared at the entrance and his breath hitched at what he saw. Diya was standing there in a red saree, looking like an angel descended on earth as her hair flowed over her face. She looked over the place and found blue eyes staring at her and their world stopped the moment they drowned in each other's eyes. It felt as if they were looking at each other for the first time. Diya found his glances strange, yet familiar and this made her anxious. So she avoided making any eye contact with him and moved towards her friends. Aryan's eyes followed her, as he say her tuck her stands behind her ears and he didn't miss the rosy pink in her cheeks as they stared at each other. Smiling a little, he started o walk towards her. Just then the DJ announced, "Okay guys it's Challenge time! We're all gonna play a game! Each one of you will pick a number out of a hat, the person who has the same number will be your partner. Both of you will be asked to do something. And the group with the best act will win tickets for a two day stay at Goa!!!", he exclaimed while all of them cheered. Aryan crossed his fingers as all of them went to pick out their numbers, he prayed to god to make Diya his partner, while half the girls in the room wished to be his partner. And almost as god answered his payers, she got the same number he had. The DJ challenged them to salsa dance continuously for five minutes. The lights dimmed at the spotlights focused on him. Diya stared into his yes and her breath hitched as they placed his hand on her bare waist moving her closer. They danced for the next five minutes and stopped in a daze, lost in each other's eyes as everyone cheered, when the lights came back on. But both of them , were too lost in each other's eyes for them to notice. "Okay guys, you let go now", the DJ said for the third time, and they finally came to their senses. Diya looked around and got out of his hold. She couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't just pretend to be his friend when she loved him so much. She ran out of the party into the parking lot, as her heart was pounding in her chest. Aryan looked at her run and followed her, he saw her leaning onto the car, catching her breath as few tears spilled out. He immediately ran to her, "Diya, what's wrong? Why are you crying?", he asked alarmed. She closed her eyes as she heard the voice she was trying to avoid. "Nothing", she said turning away. Aryan felt that she felt something for him too and he knew he had to do it know, it was now or never. "Diya, Come with me", he said taking her hand and leading her to his car, ignoring her protests. "what are you doing Aryan. We should head back to the party! Aisa koi kartha hai kya?", she protested. "Please Diya! Kitni baat karthi ho! Can't you stay quiet for sometime? I've lost half my hearing thanks to you in these four years!", he teased to ease the tension a little and Diya jaw dropped! "Haww, you think I Talk so much? Fine I won't talk to you!", she said stubbornly folding her hands and looking out the window. He grinned as he saw his stubborn best friend come back. He shook his head as he drove. When he finally parked the car near a deserted parking lot, near from which the sound of water, it looked like they were near a lake. He got out and pulled her out of the car, taking her hand. "What are we doing here Aryan?", she asked eyeing him suspiciously. She knew how crazy he was, she hoped he wasn't planning on taking her scuba diving or something. But before she could fire another set of questions, he tied a black cloth around her eyes. "Aryan! What on earth are you doing?", she screamed. "Keep walking as you blabber Diya", he chuckled as he held her hand and led the way. She slapped his hand that he was holding. She kept on firing him with more questions when he finally stopped. He let go of her hand and went to stand behind her. "Diya, I'm removing this from your eyes, you can stop yelling at me", he whispered into her ear as his breath softly tickled her neck. This close proximately somehow made her shiver, and it wasn't like they've never been close before, they have hugged and stuff. But for some reason the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, it all seemed different. He untied the cloth, as she slowly opened her eyes. And her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. Floating on the surface of the black lake at night were about maybe a hundred or so lightened diyas. And they were all arranged beautifully to read out:

'I love you Diya! Will you promise to lighten my life forever?'

She was ecstatic as she read that and tears flowed through her eyes, he moved to her side and turned towards her as she looked at the diyas. He held her face in his hands, made her look at him, "I love you Diya! I may not have realized it! But I've always loved you! From the very first day. I want these four yers of our life to become a lifetime. I promise to love you forever, to be your friend forever and to shower you with all the possible joys in life. Will you continue to keep lighting up my life, like you've always done forever?", he said looking into her eyes. Diya didn't know what to say. Her mind was overwhelmed with all those feelings, all that love and she could finally see it in his eyes. It had always been there, his love for her, but today she finally understood it. Knowing that no words could measure up to her feelings, she nodded. "Yes", she said. But he wanted to hear those words, "Please Diya! Say those words", he pleaded caressing her cheeks with his hands. "I love you!", she said smiling through her tears. And the moment he heard that, his heart jumped in joy and his mind saw the beautiful future that had laid out infront of them that very moment. "I love you too!", he said before placing his lips n hers. He kissed her with all the love, passion and desire he could muster. He kissed her celebrating a new beginning to their relationship. He kissed her vowing he would always be there for her forever. He kissed her rejoicing over the excitement of what the future held for them. And she kissed him back with equal fervor, celebrating and rejoicing all those feelings that felt too. When they were finally out of breath, they pulled out and he leaned his forehead on hers, trying to catch his breath. "Wow, that was amazing", he said grinning naughtily at her, while she just slapped his face a little and turning it away as she tried to control her crimson cheeks. He just ran a hand over cheeks and sighed, "You look so cute, when you're a tomato", he teased her, while she just slapped his arm. "Ugh! You're still irritating! I hoped atleast one thing would change about you!", she complained as she leaned into him as he wrapped a hand around her waist. "Something's never change and you've just accepted to live with it forever", he grinned. They settled on the bench near the lake in each other's arms while staring at the electronic diyas that were floating in the lake. "When did you do all this", she asked after a peaceful moment of silence. "A couple of hours ago. I came here and arranged the diyas. I wanted to use real diyas, but then the air would blow them away, so I went to the store to buy like two hundred diyas and arranged them. Thank god there still in there arrangement", he said kissing her forehead. "But, why did you have to do so much", she asked him turning her head towards him. "I didn't have to! But I wanted to. I wanted to truly show how you've brightened up my life. I hope you could see that your name, make the connection of the brightness in my life. I wanted to show you how much you mean for me. Actually the store person only had 200 electronic battered operated diyas, otherwise I wanted to use a thousand", he complained making a face. She just stared at him, with so much love, "Thank you Aryan! I loved it and you mean the same to me too! I love you just the same!", she said caressing his face. "Nope you can't! I love you more than you love me!", he said proudly. "No you don't! I love you more!", she protested! "No you don't! I love you more!", he fought back.

"I love you more!"

"I love you beyond infinity!"

"I love you beyond the finite of infinity!"

And they continue to fight over the night and over their entire lives as to who loved each other more. And as time passed, they realized that it didn't matter who won over this fight as long as they were together forever. After that incident, they convinced their parents and got married, building all their dreams together. And on their fiftieth wedding anniversary, when both of them were in their seventies, Aryan brought Diya here again. And he lit up the diya he did before, ignoring the physical pain he faced. And she was just as ecstatic as she was when he first lit up the diyas. But this time it said, "Will you always the light to my diya in every lifetime?" and her tears flowed as they sat on the bench lost in each others embrace. Thinking about all their life, how they came together, their marriage, their kids, their garndkids, and the wonderful life they lived together.. And Diya broke the silence this time, "You know Aryan! I think I finally figured out who won the argument", she said looking into his eyes. "Who", he asked looking into her beautiful green eyes that still looked as beautiful as they did when she was younger, if not more. "You always loved me more", she said caressing his face. He smiled, "No Diya! You love me more!", he protested.

"No you do!"

"No you do!"

"You!"

"You!"

And they both burst out laughing, realizing how silly they were. And this time, the moon that was shining above them laughed too as it shed a few tears of its own, looking at the love between them. Aryan held Diyas hand in his as he pulled her closer. "I hope I find you in my net lifetime too", he said looking into her eyes. "Of course you will find me Buddhu", she said lightly tapping his head. "how could a diya be without light? I'm your DIya and you're my light. We will always find each other even in the darkest of places, because we are meant to me", she said. He leaned in and kissed her and they continued to stare at the dias all throughout the night, lost in each others embrace!

Hermione opened her eyes, to check the time, only to see it was 5:45 am, and that she had slept in! She jumped out of bed, like there were needles in it, and started to go toward the kitchen. She put a kettle on the stove, and hurried to get ready. While getting ready, she was simultaneously getting breakfast ready. Just as the clock chimed 7 am, she placed the teacups in a tray, and started going toward her step-mother's room. She knocked, on her step mother's door, lightly, and softly. She turned the knob, and slipped in, closing the door behind her. She placed a tea cup on the dresser, and drew the curtains. The outside view was of the central park, where some people could be seen jogging. She then started cleaning the room. After, she went to her step sisters' room, and did the same routine. By the time she finished, it was 8 am. She knew it was time to leave for work; hence, she took her bus pass, and left the apartment, which overlooked central park.

Hermione started working at shoe carnival, when her dad died leaving a mound of debt, and her step- family to support. At 20 she was very mature for her age. She had an associative degree, but her step mother wouldn't allow her to work in an office. Despite the fact that that her step family, which consisted of her step mother and 2 step sisters, disliked her, she continues to support, and like them.

By the time Hermione reached the store, Effie (the manger, and close friend of Hermione) had opened the store, and was drinking coffee. The whole day went by really fast even though there weren't many customers. Around closing time a man walked in. He was tall, fair skinned, with brown hair, and even darker brown eyes. His eyes were the color of dark chocolate. He had come to buy shoes for his party tonight. While Hermione helped him choose his shoe, presenting different styles and designs, she couldn't help. But notice there was an all different allure or aura surrounding him.

"Cash, credit, or debit?" Hermione asked.

"Credit!" He replied in his deep baritone voice.

Hermione could have sworn she heard a smile in his voice. As she took his credit card Hermione noticed the name on it, Kyle Knight. She carefully handed him his bag, and bid him a good day, like she did to all her customers. Then, she went to say bye to Effie, and lock the doors. While she stood at the bus stop, she couldn't help but notice how she stood out. Hermione was wearing a baby blue colored coat, which reached her thighs. She was also wearing a pair of worn out jeans, and her shabby, worn out pair of shoes. She desperately wanted to buy a new pair of shoes, but couldn't. It wasn't about the money; she had saved enough to but her a pair of decent shoes, but not enough for a great pair. Hermione's boss, Mr. Frost owned the shoe carnival where she worked, wouldn't let her buy shoes from anywhere but shoe carnival. Shoe carnival sold, as Hermione thought of it, great shoes, which were expensive; hence, Hermione couldn't buy shoes.

Ring 'Ring'the phone rang. Nobody picked up the phone. Hermione had left word for home, and nobody was home. Nobody was home because Hermione's step- family had gone to a party of (her sister) Loretta's fianc's friend. When Hermione came home, there were 2 messages waiting for her. One was from her step-mother.

"While Margret, Loretta, and I are away, I expect you to be home, until we comeback. Also to prepare dinner, and make sure all the rooms are clean."

Hermione sighed, but thought at least they won't be here in person. The 2^nd message was from her dear friend Gwen.

"Hey Hermione' I called you at work, but found out you already left. My friend is having a party I was wondering if you would come. Please don't hesitate to call me, and pick you up".

Ah...sweet Gwen, Hermione thought. She always had so much work, nowadays, yet regardless Gwen would always call, and invite her. Hermione would always politely refuse, even though she wanted to go. Hermione was just about done with the rooms, and was about to start dinner. Ding Dong! The bell and, and startled Hermione.

"Oh my ' I haven't even started dinner, and they are back!" When she opened the door there stood Effie. Effie had dark brown hair, with several silver streaks in them, and warm, inviting, hazel brown eyes.

"Oh my! Effie, whatever are you doing here?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Oh Hun...you don't sound happy to see me." Effie said.

" No! I was just surprised that's all."

"Ah'ok Hun. Oh my! Why aren't you dressed?"

"Um'dressed?" Hermione asked.

"Why yes'for your party' your friend Gwen called to ask for you, but you had left already. And I know you don't have much things with that old hag-"

"Effie!"

"Oh right'sorry, I mean your step-mother, so I got some things for you Hun."

"Oh no!...Effie you don't understand. I can't go. I have so much work."

"Now don't worry about anything! I'll deal with it all."

Effie led Hermione in, and sat her down. Then she carefully opened 1 of the 3 bags she had brought with her. Out of the 1^st came a beautiful, dazzling, and blue gown. Out of the 2^nd came a magnificent necklace, and earrings that had sapphires, and diamonds set in them. Last, but not the least, out of the 3^rd bag came glass slippers. Hermione who was mum until now started to speak up, but was interrupted by Effie.

"Now...I know about the shoes, and Mr. Frost, but these are my gift to you."

Dear, Hermione

Please enjoy yourself to the fullest, and return by midnight."

- Effie

Once she arrived at the party, all eyes were on her. Hermione was scared, for she didn't know anyone here, and wasn't sure if Gwen had even come. Then she saw Kyle! He was hosting the party! Hermione for one couldn't believe it. As luck would have it Kyle, asked her for a dance, and together they danced for a very long time. Although, they barely talked, chemistry was oozing out of them, and it seemed as if they both were in a separate little world Hermione noticed it was close to 12, and she needed to get back. She pushed Kyle, and ran as quickly as she could to the cab. While running she almost tripped; hence, she left 1 shoe behind.

By the time she arrived, there were only a couple minutes to spare before the clock struck 12. Effie quickly packed everything, except for the shoes, and left biding Hermione goodbye. Hermione waited for her step mother, and sister's to come, until going back to bed. As late as it was, she couldn't fall asleep. She thought about something she had once read in a book. "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." She was in love with Kyle, a tall, dark, and handsome stranger, who barely knew her.

The next day, the door chimed open, and in walked Kyle. Hermione couldn't believe it! He walked right up to her, and placed 1 of the 2 glass slippers in front of her. "Are these shoes bought from here?" he asked. "Yes!"

"Can you please tell me the name of the girl who did?" he asked, his voice pleading. "I 'I'I don't remember." Just then Effie walked in.

"Hermione'Hun don't you remember, you ought these yesterday?" Effie said, and winked as she walked by.

Are these yours?" Kyle whispered.

Hermione remained mum.

"Can you please try them on?"

"Ok!" her voice just a whisper.

Her foot fit perfectly in the shoe.

"I knew it!" he yelled." But why wouldn't you say anything?"

Hermione told him, her story, and he patiently listened.

"Hermione 'I don't know if this is too soon, but I love you, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" She replied"

And so Hermione and Kyle got married. Gwen was her bridesmaid. Kyle was a lawyer, and so Hermione didn't have to work. She stayed home and took care of their 2 kids. She finally had her happily ever after, a thing she only read about in stories.

Hey my dear sweetest Hubby,

You must be wondering why on such romantic occasion I am writing a letter to you, rather than arranging a candle light dinner and a romantic night for you, you know that was not my department and now its surly not mine. Than at time it's the best way of telling what I feel, actually feel for you. It's just not a feeling, it's just not the words, and it's just not you being with me. There just not moments that I want to talk about, there so many celebrations that are engraved in my heart, that I live each and every day, even today be sure that I am living them at the fullest.

Either it was the first touch or the moment the first time our eyes meet, still I feel the same shiver or maybe now some butterflies added too. You still make me burn under your soft touch, you still make me crave for more. The first time you kissed me, when u made me forget everything with a gesture, closing my eyes I felt as if your soul is caressing mine, as if you're diffusing passion in side me. It felt like am savoring your passion, your love. And yes you rightly said its getting better and better with every touch, with every capture, with everytime u seal my lips with you.

Still when in nights I cuddle to myself when your these day not there with me, I feel the warmth embracing me. Your arms crawling around my skin slowly, making it reduce to ashes. Your toes alarming my all sense with every stroke. Caressing my cheeks on your hard torso. Getting crashed within your tightening grip. More and more, arousing me to make it one more time, to let myself in you, to let you filling me with your love.

The feathering touch of your fingers, making undefined partner on my skin, the hold of yours , the touch, the wetness of your lips, the sigh of your passion, the moans we shared, the verge of ecstasy we reached. Redefining it everytime, taking it to new height with every touch.. Sweetheart it's just not you who is carving for it, it's just not me here who is feeling it. Close your eyes and take yourself back to those time, it's still you it's still me, and it's still the same Love, it's still the same passion, it's still the same madness, it's still just the feeling of bliss, it's still heaven that we live in.

Feel it baby, my arms around yours, I am still holding you close in your cold and warm nights, just feel my warmth, my touch, my kiss, my love, my passion, my wildness that you arose in my. Feel the scent of my skin, feel me vanished under your touch, I know you can feel it, I know you do. You're the only one with whom I can feel this, I don't want to stop loving you, I still want my soul to be drench in the cascade of your Love.

It's still your love, so make it happened honey, make it for me. It only you who can make me feel all this, who can make me at peace by being at peace. So if you're feeling lonely don't, you're than one I hold. So hold me near you, nearer you, beneath your skin, within your soul, even if I am not there with you, u still can sense it can't you. Beneath the heap of the sand, the only feeling that make me alive, the only emotion that is giving me peace is your love, it is your Love. So be sure of it, and live it with me, we are together, and gonna make it perfect till the end'

I am still in front of your eyes, I am still living inside you, I still your Love, the only Love. I know I don't have to say it you know it right, but I love to do it again n again, so here I say it again baby' I Love You'.I really do, You believe in that, You do?..Your faith is my existence, else I am Just a Lost Soul'

Yours Only, Resting in Peace,

You're Love, Your Wife'.

7. Valentine surprise

Simran stretched out on her bed, her hands automatically going to the body lying at the side, snoring softly in his sleep. Opening her eyes she turned to the side and saw her husband sleeping on his side, his hair messy and hanging down his forehead, as he held her hand in his. She smiled at the sight, took a hand and ran it through his hair. He needed a haircut, but every time she suggested he get one, he would always avoid the topic with the pretense of doing work. She still remembered what a dreadful haircut a hairdresser had given him, and since then he had avoided going to the hairdressers.

Running her hand through his hair once more she marveled at the softness of it and a sigh escaped her lips. She scooted closer and stared at him. It had been 7 years to their marriage, yet every morning when she got up before him and saw him sleeping peacefully, she would still get that small tug at her heart as though she was falling in love all over again. They had their fair share of fights and tantrums, but the making up at the end of it always melted Simran's heart. He still had the boyish look about him, however his jaw and the lines on his forehead gave away his age of 28. The stresses of holding the family together and groveling through life to get a good job had definitely taken a toll on him, however he had decided to let his stresses out by working out.She ran her hand over his arm where his muscles had definition and felt a small smile stretch on her face as warmth filled her stomach.

When he had started working out, she had complained that he wasn't spending enough time with her. However she was definitely reaping the benefits of it now. They had married young, and everyone had been against it. Everyone had said that the love would fizzle out, and they would be leading towards divorce, however Simran and Karan were a lot mature than people gave them credit for. They knew that marriages entailed compromises and sacrifices, and both were willing to make them for the sake of their love. Simran gave another sigh, pecked him on the cheek and got up.

Going to the room next door she saw her 4 year old son fast asleep, stretched out on the, lying down on his tummy. Glancing up at the clock she realised it was close to 8.Karan had to leave for office, and she had to send Aryan to pre-school as well. "Aryan" She said softly, running her hand through his hair lovingly. He stirred and groaned but did not wake up. "Baby, wake up" she said and dropped a kiss on his forehead. "Ma" He groaned, and Simran chuckled. He definitely got his sleeping habit from his father. "Wake up baba, you have to go to school" She said, and switched on the light in his room so he would not go back to sleep. She made sure that he was out of bed before she went to the kitchen and started making breakfast.

She was halfway cutting the onions when her eyes glanced on the calendar. It was February 14^th. She halted in her chopping and remembered back to the day 7 years ago when Karan had proposed to her. "Karan what is this" Simran said as she giggled and took in the sight in front of her. There were rose petals everywhere, and a lone table in the middle of the room with two chairs. There was soft music playing over the speakers, and the only light in the room was via the few candles scattered around the room. The dimness and the privacy gave the whole room a very romantic feel and Simran felt herself flushing at the sight. "Karan, whose place is this?" Simran asked as she looked around the empty flat, save for the table and the flowers adorning the place.

Karan didn't answer and took her hand in his, giving it a squeeze.Frowning at him, she looked at him questioningly, but he had a cheeky smile on his face. He turned to face her and then knelt on his knee, fetching something in his pockets. Simran knew what was coming the moment he knelt down and she felt her breath hitch as her heart skipped a beat. She saw as he took out a small box from his shirt pocket and looked at her hopefully, love written in his eyes. "I know we are young. But we have known each other for a long time. I can't imagine my life without you, I want to wake up to you every morning, I want to start my own family with you, I need you in my life, in ever step I take. I can't even remember what my life was like without you; nor do I want to imagine. Simran Kaur, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife, by choosing to marry me?" He said, his eyes not leaving hers.

Simran felt her breath coming out in short gasps. She could fell her chest tightening in unspeakable emotions as she stared down at the love of her life. She had dreamt of this day since she was little, and now finally it was happening to her. "Y-yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried, as grabbed his face, pulling him up and kissing him hard on the mouth. Karan's arms went around Simran's waist as he twirled her around, pulling her off the floor. He gave a small laugh of accomplishment. "I love you so much" He whispered, dropping another kiss on her lips."I love you too" Simran said, tears still flowing from her eyes as Karan slipped the ring on her finger.
"This is our apartment" Karan whispered in her ear, and Simran looked around surprised. "Really?" She asked, and he nodded, his arm still around Simran's waist, holding her close refusing to let her get away. He bent down and captured her lips in his again, and Simran melted into his arms as she wound her arms around his neck, running her hand through his hair. That night, on Valentine's Day, the newly engaged couple made love for the first time in their new home.

"Ma!" Aryan yelled out, and Simran snapped out of her memories and quickly put the cereal in a bowl taking it to her son. Quickly making an omelette, Simran placed the dish on the table for Karan and waited for him to come out. She saw him coming out of their room, dressed up for work, and she grinned up at him. "Do you know the date today?" Simran asked, excitement bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Going down the memory lane, Simran really wanted to do something special tonight. "Feb 14th" Karan muttered as he bit into his egg and took a sip of his juice. "I know" Simran said, "It's Feb 14^th. Valentines Day" Looking at him expectantly, but Karan just looked at her blankly before smiling,"Oh right. Happy Valentines Day sweetie" He said, as he scarfed down his breakfast.

Simran looked on disappointed. Bade them both goodbye as they went out the door and started her chores for the day.As she went out to the market to buy the groceries, she bumped into Neelu and Raima, the newlywed brides of the building.Giving them a polite smile, Simran went on to buy the groceries, hoping that the two women would have gone back home by the time she came back.Ever since they had been married, they had taken every opportunity they got to flaunt their perfect marriage life in everyone's faces. Simran disgustedly thought back to the countless times they would flaunt their designer jewelry and bags that their husband bought for them.

As she bought the vegetables, Simran was disappointed to see the two women still hanging around the entrance of the building, gossiping.Hoping to walk through unnoticed, Simran kept her head bent low and walked fast towards her building, but luck was not on her side and the two women called out to her. "Simran didi!" Simran halted in her tracks and looked over her shoulder. She was just 2 years older to the women, yet they insisted on calling her 'didi'. Sighing, she cursed her bad luck as she walked over to them."Hello Raima and Neelu" Simran said politely as she went and stood by them, holding the heavy grocery bag with one arm.

"Simran didi! Guess what Vijay got for me for Valentine's!" Neelu squeeled as she lifted her chin and held her diamond necklace between two fingers, pulling it out to make it obvious to Simran. Simran smiled politely and complemented it. "How sweet of Vijay" Simran said, as she shifted the bag from one hand to another. When will this get over? She wondered. "I know. But i told him, that next time he needs to buy me a whole set" Neelo giggled, and Simran laughed politely. "Oh guess what di!" Raima said, "My Hemu got me this ring for valentine's!" She held out a finger where a big rock of diamond was glittering on a gold band.

Simran's eyebrows shot up as she saw the diamond."Wow Raima, that's beautiful" Simran breathed. "I know di, but like Neelu, I told him, next time i want matching earrings" She giggled, and Simran looked at her incredulously. "What did Karan ji, get for you?" The two women asked in unison, as they leaned in closer, their eyebrows shooting up in nosy curiosity.Simran flushed as she felt herself being scrutinized by the two women."N-nothing" She stammered, and looked away embarrassed as Neelu gasped in shock. "Di! This is atrocious! You need to tell Karanji to do something!" She exclaimed and Simran bit her lip in hesitancy. "No Neelu, they have been married for 7 years yaar. Love starts to go away the longer you are married. I am sure Simran di got plenty of surprises when she was a newlywed. Am I right?" Raima asked Simran who through of the countless surprises Karan would give her when they were newlywed.

Raima took her silence as agreement, and carried on, "I am telling you Neelu, after 3 years the couples start to take each other for granted. There isn't that spark anymore" Feeling her tears prickling with tears, Simran quickly excused herself and went back to her apartment.Was it true? Was there no love left in her relationship? Did Karan really take her for granted? Picking up the phone, she called up Karan. After a few rings he finally picked up,

"Hello" He said, sounding distracted and busy.

"Hi" Simran said, clutching the phone tightly to her ear.

"Yeah, why'd you call?" Karan asked.

"To hear your voice" Simran said, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. They would always play this game when they were newlyweds. Karan would flirt with her, and Simran would start blushing as Karan whispered sweet-nothings to her. "Simran, I have work" Karan sighed over the phone and Simran frowned. "You always have work" Simran grumbled. "You don't even remember what today is"

"Simran, sorry jaan, but I have to go, I have a lot of work" Karan said in a distracted voice, and Simran realised he hadn't listened to anything she had said. "Fine" She snapped, "Do your work, bye" And she hung up. Just as she put the phone down her stomach weighed down with guilt. She shouldn't have fought with him, After all he was working hard to make sure herself and Aryan could have the luxuries they wanted.

Was their love really gone? Had the attraction fizzled away. Feeling tears prickling her eyes, Simran wiped them away with the back of her hand sniffling. Suddenly feeling envious of Neelu and Raima, Simran got up with a sigh and went on with doing the chores of the house in a glum mood.

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Aryan had returned from his pre-school and Simran had already served him snacks and dinner. It was approaching 10 pm and Karan still hadn't returned from work. Flipping through the TV, she tried keeping the volume as low as possible since Aryan was fast asleep. Sighing, she looked up at the clock again and saw it was 10:15 pm. Where is he? She thought frustrated. He could have called. Grumbling under her breath, she could feel the tension and worry rising with every passing minute. After her tiff with him today, Simran really wanted him to come home so they could talk it out. She needed to know that the spark was still there. That he loved her. The harsh words spoken by Neelu and Raima were constantly playing around in Simran's head, making her worry about Karan's whereabouts.

Looking at her phone, she thought of swallowing her pride and calling him up. How can he be so irresponsible? She thought furiously as she put dialed his number from speed dial He knows I worry, yet he never calls. Simran grew even more worried as his phone was unreachable. Switching off the TV she kept glancing at the clock every few minutes, her worry increasing tenfold as she saw it was now approaching 11 pm. He was never this late. Where was he. Biting her nails, she stared at the door, waiting for his knock on the door. But it didn't come. She kept glancing at the clock and saw that it was 11:15 pm. She could feel the fear increasing. All sorts of dreadful things were flashing through her mind, however she tried to keep a level head. He would have a good reason for staying out this late.Keep calm She told herself, however it was getting harder and harder.

Where could he be?! She wondered as she saw that it was 11:30 now. She called up again, but it was unreachable once more. She regretted the short phone call they had this morning. She shouldn't have let Neelu and Raima get to her. She loved her husband, and that was enough. Suddenly she heard a quiet knock on the door, and Simran ran to the door, opening it in relief and taking in the tired sight of her husband. He looked at her sheepishly, and Simran launched herself into his arms, holding him tight. "Never, ever do this to me again, understand!" Simran whispered harshly, and Karan held her just as tight, dropping a kiss on the side of her head."I am sorry" He said, and Simran smacked the side of his arm to show her frustration, but hugged him tighter. His arms encircled her waist and inhaled her flowery scent dropping another kiss in her hair. Pulling away he looked at her a small smile playing at the corner of his lips, "Come with me" He said, and Simran looked at him confused. "Come!" He insisted, pulling on her hand, but Simran pointed towards Aryan's room."Aryan is sleeping" She said, as she looked at him bewildered.

"I have the baby monitor on" Karan explained, tugging on her arm and taking her outside their apartment door. "Where are we going?" She asked confused, but Karan shook his head and tugged on her arm to go up the stairs. "Karan wha-" She started, but was cut off with Karan putting a hand on her mouth."Shh. Trust me" He said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Simran grinned, excited. She loved surprises!

She nodded and followed him up the stairs. As they reached the door of the terrace, Karan took out a black cloth. "I am going to blindfold you for the surprise" He explained, and tied the cloth around her eyes. Simran giggled in excitement, her hands resting on the cloth, taking in the softness of it. She held out her hands, suddenly afraid of not being able to see anything. Karan grabbed her hands, and guided her to the terrace. "Almost there" He whispered, and Simran could feel her breathing increasing as the uncertainty of what was coming next started getting to her. They came to a stop, and Simran held her breath waiting for instructions. "Okay I will remove it now" He said, and his hand moved to the back to remove the blindfold.

Simran opened her eyes slowly, and felt her breath leaving her in an instant as she took in the scene in front of her. The whole terrace had been decorated with rose petals, and a lone table and two chairs sat in the middle of it. There were candles everywhere, giving the whole area a romantic feel, and she could hear soft music emanating from a music system. It was almost a replica of what was done 7 years ago. She turned to him with tears in her eyes and Karan looked at her with a pleased expression. "You thought I forgot" He said, smirking, and Simran nodded sheepishly."I did" She admitted, and took a step towards him, while he did the same.

"I love you so much" Simran said, her voice cracking at the end of the sentence as the heavy emotions made her throat clench with unshed tears.

"I love you too baby" He whispered, and leant down to capture her lips in his. Simran wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

Who said that love diminished as the years went by?

8.

The weather was bit chilled and air was cold and soft, standing at the window of her room Sara closing her eyes feeling the cool breeze playing with her hairs and touching her soft skin. She opened her eyes and gave look to clock hanging on wall,

"8.PM!Again he will be come late" she murmured under her breath shaking her head slightly, As usual she was waiting for her husband, Ayan Malik. A well known businessman, who always gave preference to his business but there was another fact too and that was he loved his wife a lot and that was the reason which did never let her feel that he had took her as granted. Though there were less moment which she could count or remember. When they were together and had spent some time together.

She could remember the day when he had proposed her, how much he was nervous and hesitant to even say her "he loves her"and when he had said those words that too in typical businessman tone like he was going to final an important deal. Her lips curled into smile. But that was the thing which made her fall in love with him truly, madly, deeply. She liked his honesty, his simplicity and had accepted him the way he was. So she had never complained him about anything.

"Ap aa gaye!!!" trying to control her raising heartbeat to feel herself in her arms. He leaned forward starring in her eyes.. "Are you expecting someone else" he said in bit naughty tone widened her eyes in shocked she playfully hit his chest. "It's not like that.. I was just asking today..you."she startled feeling his intense gaze on her and felt her cheeks turned red. She opened her mouth to say something when he shushed her by keeping his finger on her lips and Sara rolled her eyes in confusion and instead, his full lips curled up at the corners which caused a definite break in her heart rhythm.

"Cant you give me chance to say you something to you like you gave me at the same day 14the February a one year ago" she stared into his eyes, he was too serious but love was reflecting from his eyes was raising her heart beat fast. He brushed her hair aside from her face which were blowing due to air and was disturbing his view. She held her breath for a moment feeling the contact between their skins and slight audible moaned escaped from her lips. He cupped her face and made her look at him,

"I love you Sara"

The same loved filled, husky voice flattered her heart and she stared into the glittering sincerity of his eyes and her lips curled into huge smile while some tears brimmed in her eyes. She felt as all complains, all the memories of those moments which she had spent without him waiting for him had been removed after listening those three words. He removed those tears from her cheeks holding her face in his hands'

"I Love you Sara, truly, madly, deeply. You are my life, you know Sara after spending the busy day in office when I come back and see you standing near the window waiting for me engulfs happiness in my heart that I have someone in my life, who loves me immensely. Thanks for loving me back "he smiled completing his sentence in huskily voice and she grinned starring into her eyes. He pulled her for hug and she willingly came in his arms, in her husbands' arms.

"I love you too Ayan"she whispered hiding her face in his arms and he tightly enveloped her in his arms. After how many days they were feeling each other presence. They pulled apart and Ayan lovingly caressed her cheek, holding her hand he dragged her towards mirror. He stepped behind and hugged her from back encircling his arms possessively around her waist while Sara was taken aback at his sudden action looking at him surprisingly." I have something for you"he whispered in her ears. "What"she said anxiously and starring her reflection in mirror he smiled to see a small frown on her face.

He reached into the pocket of his suit and He put a closed fist in front of her face, and then opened it. A diamond necklace with a heart shaped pendant dangled from his fingers, "this." Her sharp intake of breath was audible, "Oh..Ayan it's beautiful." She felt her eyes moisten. "But not more than you" he said kissing her cheek and slight blushed crept over her face. "Happy Valentine day and happy our first confession anniversary too" He fastened the necklace around her neck and planted kiss on her cheek. She looked at him surprisingly, he remembered today was valentine day, their first confession anniversary. She thought he had forgotten.

She shook her head as she always claimed that she knew her husband very well but today how would she forgot the fact" he loves her truly, madly deeply and this fact cant never be changed". She turned around and encircled her arms around his neck and this time Ayan turn to gave her confuse expression.."Now it's my Turn!!!i mean you deserve reward" she said looking at his lips but then the smile which had been appeared on Ayan's lips to see her blushing had took her breath for a moment and she lowered her eye lashes.He pulled her towards him and she collapsed with his chest, holding her breath she looked up and he leaned down looking at her lips.

It was indeed another beautiful valentine day...

Today is Mohit's engagement and he was impatiently waiting for her. His eyes repeatedly fell on staircase, when will she come?? He sighed again disappointment to see the empty staircase ..."badi muskil hai, khoya mera dil hai, koi usse dhund k laye na .." he heard someone humming this song, and he knew, it was his best buddy Akash... he love to pull Mohit's leg ... he never thought about location... and he hate him for that!!! Uhh ... not really! they are best friends ... their friendship grew when they were in high school. Mohit looked at Akash angrily as he still humming the song while grinning, He made a very innocent look and rose his brows to ask, whats matter in gesture. He gave him a warning look, but he winked, "kya baat hai dude, aaj Valentine Day ki di engagement! huh!! how romantic you are ... college me to bade bookworm bane phirte the!!" "Akki" he glared, but only returned a giggle, Mohit's face too broke into shy smile ... "oye hoye ... blushing" Akash giggled, "look, bhabi too blushing"

Main Wari Jawan

Main Wari Jawan

Sathoki Hoya Kasoor Re

Main Wari Jawan

Main Wari Jawan

Engagement ceremony starts ... he took her hand ... first time he touched her ... being a shy girl, she never talk to him freely and he knew, it sounds weird, but its true. He fell in love when he saw her picture ... she looks beautiful and he astonished to see childlike innocence in her eyes. No time he immediately agreed for this marriage ... and today here he is, in their engagement ceremony. Her cheeks reddened as he took her soft hand on him ... she shivered under his touch as he brushed his thumb on her palm before placed a diamond on her ring finger ... bound their heart till eternity...

Dil To Hoyo Majboor

Main Wari Jawan

Main Wari Jawan

Parents were happy ... they were happy ... She was talking to her friends and occasionally glanced at him ... blush crept on her face whenever their eyes met. He realized, he starring at her constantly ... shamelessly, but he cant help it ... his heart beating for her ... only for her ... song has just started.

Chuliya Tumne Lab Se Aankho Ko

Mannate Puri Tumse Hi

Akash understood their situation, he knew, Mohit fall in love with her and he tried to confess his love. Being a flirt since college days, he knew what to do in this situation. How to make confess their love ... Breaking their starring season, he dragged them and made them stand middle of the hall ... suddenly everyone went silence as the room slowly went dark. A spot light fall on them and they were standing middle of the hall ...

Tum Mile Jahan Mera Jahan Hai Wahan

Rounake Sari Tumse Hi

She was blushing hard in embarrassment as everyone's eyes glued on them, with some courage Mohit hold her hand, and she looked at him ... He closed his eyes for a second, gesturing her not to worry ... she smiled.

Piya ... O Re Piya

Piya O Re Piya

Piya Re Piya Re Piya

Piya Re Piya Re Piya

He slowly dragged down his fingers tracing over her palm, moved forward, filled the gap between her fingers and slowly entwining hers ... her cheeks turned deep shade of pink ... she lowered her eyes before her fingers folded themselves around his. It couldnt have been more beautiful ... more complete ... Everyone joined the dance.

In Durioyon Ne Nazdikiyon Se

Sauda Koi Kar Liya

He suddenly pulled her ... and no time she bumped on his chest ... He looked at her naughtily as she lowerd her face due to shyness ... She lifted up her eyes as he placed her hand over his heart and she lifted up her eyes, he pleaded through my eyes to listen my heart, it beats only for her ... Placing his hand around her waist he pulled her closer ... she gasped some air ...

Ho oo

Chupke Nigahon Ne Dil Se Ishq Ka

Wada Koi Kar Liya

"Nisha" He whispered on her ear, but she pushed him and tried to walk away shyly. He caught her hand from behind to stopped her ... she simply blushed ... Mohit goes towards her, "kuch din pehle tumne meri hobby puchithi ... maine tumhe tab jawab nahi diya ... aaj batata hun.." he paused for a second, "meri hobby tum ho Nisha" Nisha who was shocked yet surprised, but didnt know how to react ... she simply blushed more ... "kitabon k alava agar maine kuch dekha hai, to sirf tumko dekha hai" he whispered into her ear...

Main Wari Jawan

Main Wari Jawan

Sathoki Hoya Ve Kasoor Re

Sau Sau Taron Se Bhar Ke Ye Daman

Le Chal Mujhe Kahi Dur ...

Nisha was shocked, surprised yet happy while all red... she felt herself over the moon. Every boys in her college admired her beauty, but nobody's word touched her heart like his. His every word made an impact on her ... she closed her eyes to control her fast heart beat ... but it was gearing up only when his hot breath touched her neck ... goose bump formed as his hands slowly tracing up her arms sensuously. She closed her eyes tightly as he turned her to faced him.

Piya O Re Piya

Piya Re Piya Re Piya

Piya Re Piya ...

"Nisha" he called before placed his fingers under her chin and made her to looked up .. but her eyes were shut tightly ... a long strand of hair touching her trembling lips ... she was breathing heavily ... "open your eyes" he whispered before pushed the strand behind her ear. Nisha slowly opened her eyes and saw Mohit knelt down in front of her ...

Koi Kami Si Thi Jeene Mein

Jana Ye Humne Kahan

Aise Mile Ho Jaise Humpe

Ho Meherban Yeh Khuda

He took her hand with his, taking a deep breath he started, " Nisha, I really dont know how to proposed you! I really have no idea!" he paused for a second and continued, "I am completely and totally in love with you ... thinking of a life without you is really painful-" his eyes conveyed his thought, "when you came into my life, I felt happy like never before. The soft touch of your grip on my hand makes my cold nights warm. You came in my life like a velvety touch of warm breeze of a chilly morning" his voice trembled due to emotion, " ... and I want to share my hot chocolate with you in chilling winter, I want to provide my arms in your sleepless nights ... I ll right there to hold you whenever you tremble ... " his voice cracked, "You have brought so much love and happiness into my life ... I feel so lucky that you are mine and only mine!" he kissed her palm, "I want to share everything with you ... I want to give you support till my last breath. You complete me and my life nothing without you." He looked directly into her eyes, "I love you ... will you marry me?"

Main Wari Jawan

Main Wari Jawan

Nisha controlled her from long time, now brusting into tears of joy. She could hardly believe her eyes that Mohit was kneeling in front of her and proposed!!! Did he actually propos??? Did he actually fulfill her dreams??? Oh yes, say something Nisha... he is waiting!! "I.. I love you too Mohit..." her voice trembling with emotion. His face broke into a huge smile ... "I love you Nisha"

Sathoki Hoya Ve Kasoor Re

Rab Di Marzi Hai Apna Yeh Milna

Barsa Hai Humpe Uska Noor

Mohit get up and brought out a small box from pocket ... a very beautiful, simple yet elegant bracelet ... he made her wore the bracelet before kissed her fingers, "Thanks for made my life beautiful." He took her into his secure arms ... she too willingly went to his arms ... placing her head on his chest she closed her eyes. She knew, her Mohit would protect her from every harm."Happy Valentines Day" He placed his lips on her forehead a while before tightened his arms ... living this beautiful moment fully... "Happy Valentines Day to you too" Nisha whispered before hide her face on his chest ...

Piya O Re Piya

Piya Re Piya Re Piya

Piya O Re Piya

Piya Re Piya Re Piya