Arylie SS: Sabr - Part 17 Pg. 61 Homecoming NEW UPDATE!!! - Page 34

Originally posted by: Marybarton

You have a major crush on this character ⭐️

Easy... I'll blame you for that!

When is next part coming

Originally posted by: Priti1610

When is next part coming

If I like today's episode, today.

Aare you will love today's episode dear

Originally posted by: Marybarton

If I like today's episode, today.

I'm waiting for u to watch it... It's a bit controversial

Nothing major... But do drop in your insights in a seperate thread or DT if u like.

Originally posted by: SundariP

Nothing major... But do drop in your insights in a seperate thread or DT if u like.

I think I will...

Writing new part today.

Originally posted by: Marybarton

Writing new part today.

I take that as a good sign 😆

Part 13:

Aryan heard a sniffle. Then a warm, wet sensation spread over his shirt where Imlie was lying.

Aryan propped his head up: Imlie?

Imlie cried: I don't li-ke seeing old ppp-people destitute.

The guilt clenched at him.

Aryan quickly sat up and hugged Imlie closer: Oh, honey...no one will be left destitute, I promise.

Imlie wasn't looking up: My Amma took in the disabled beggar woman in our village when I was young...even though my nani didn't like it. We barely had enough to eat those few months, but we managed to give her some rest before she passed. The old lady was so (Imlie cried) pleased.

Aryan hugged her more fiercely while imagining a little, hungry Imlie caring for a helpless, old woman. He brushed his hand over her as she started sobbing.

Aryan: Honey, I promise, no one will be left destitute if this all falls on me. I will take care of everyone. Don't you worry. They will all have a great retirement.

Imlie looked up now, eyes glistening with tears: Can you afford it?

Aryan couldn't help but smile: I think so. Now, cheer up. Nothing bad has happened.

Imlie: How do you know you can afford it when you haven't been here since you were five? God knows how many people are here...this place is HUGE.

Aryan sighed: Because I know the hotel business. There is a separate, very able, young staff there who are all doing well. And the few lifers here are only Rajasa's private staff. Now (he cupped her face and wiped those moonstone teardrops), stop crying. You are overtired and need some rest. All this wedding and traveling is starting to take a toll on you.

Imlie pulled the silk handkerchief from his pocket and blew her nose: Maybe.

She offered to put the silk back in his pocket but Aryan thankfully prevented that and put it to the side.

Aryan: There, lie down now and get some sleep. You will feel better once you have had more sleep. And I won't be as cranky either.

Imlie: But you are always cranky.

Aryan wanted to snap, but thought better of it: No...I am not.

Imlie shrugged: I will freshen up. And you, get out of this suit, undertaker. Or do you sleep in these as well?

Few minutes later...

Imlie called out from the other room: Did you see my Snitch pajamas? Maybe it ended up in your luggage by mistake?

Aryan rolled his eyes as he splashed his face with water. Of course she would bring those to their impromptu honeymoon.

Imlie: I thought I packed it, but Didi seems to have accidentally packed other things in my suitcase. OH MY GOD!!!

Aryan rushed over: What's wrong?

Imlie shoved something behind her as Aryan came over: Nothing. Nothing. Go change, you got your change of clothes, na?

Aryan: What are you hiding there?

Imlie, alarmed: It's nothing!

Aryan, puzzled: Why did you scream then?

Imlie looked around franktically: I-I thought I saw a bug.

Aryan's eyes narrowed: You are not afraid of bugs.

Imlie: It was a big bug.

Aryan, skeptically: Hmmph.

Imlie: Go, I am fine!

Her husband disappeared behind the bathroom door again, but not before studying her quizzically.

Imlie quickly stoved the barely-there black lace lingerie that Arpita Didi smuggled into her luggage back under the clothes and slammed the suitcase shut. Imlie's cheeks were flaming. What was Di thinking!? Imlie couldn't wear that! And her luggage was filled with suggestive clothing that Imlie couldn't dream of wearing anywhere - much less in Aryan's presence!!! She was going to give Di a lecture when they talked later.

Aryan came out and found Imlie still in her travel attire, crouched by the luggage, clearly plotting something.

Aryan: What is really going on, Imlie?

Imlie: I need a change of clothes. Looks like I forgot my pajamas back home.

Aryan: Um, there are no ladies in Rajasa's household. I will call Ganjam Singh...(he moved towards the bell).

Imlie: No! No, don't call him! Just give me something of yours.

Aryan, surprised: Mine?

Imlie: Yes, anything will do. Something covered.

Aryan quizzically: Everything I wear would cover you.

Imlie smiled: That's what I mean. Something baggy will do.

Aryan: Everything will be baggy on you, you crazy girl. Here (he threw her a white shirt), wear that.

Imlie: Where are the pants!?

Aryan: Imlie, that will be like a dress on you. Now don't act like you wouldn't wear dresses, because I have seen you in them plenty of times.

Imlie: Finee...

She took the shirt and went to freshen up.

Aryan looked over at her half-open luggage. Lace. Flimsy lace. Oh God, lingerie. Wow (his mind went blank for a second thinking of Imlie in them)...no wonder. This couldn't have been her idea.

Imlie came out of the bathroom with her hair down, in his white shirt. Well, this was no better, thought Aryan to himself. Something about a girl in a man's white shirt, especially if it's a girl you loved...god, it was heaven.

Imlie snapped: Don't.

Aryan blinked: What did I do?

Imlie ran up to the bed and jumped under the light blanket.

Imlie: Don't make fun of me.

Aryan pulled the blanket over her and tucked her in: I wasn't going to.

Imlie held her breath as he adjusted her long hair on the pillow.

Aryan: Sleep, Imlie. Sweet dreams.

Early evening...

There was a soft knock on the double doors.

Imlie was the first to wake.

Ganjam Singh's voice came from the hall outside: Khammagani Hukum, Kunawarisa. I have some coffee.

Imlie called out: Coming...

She was about to bounce off the bed when she got pulled back. She looked around. Aryan was asleep with a handful of her hair.

There was something strangely sweet about it, even though it was very irritating at the moment.

Imlie whispered: Aryan...ARYAN...wake up!

Aryan turned in his sleep and took her with him. Imlie's squeak finally woke him.

Aryan looked straight into her eyes: Wha-Oh God, I am so sorry. I am so sorry. Did I hurt you?

He left go of her hair. He had fallen asleep at some point while studying the texture of her hair as she slept. Imlie's hair smelled of lavender. But now it felt very wrong to drag Imlie by her hair, even if it was unintentional.

Imlie: It's okay. It didn't hurt. Mr. Singh came with coffee.

Aryan: Oh, okay. Call him in then.

Imlie: Are you crazy?

Aryan: What!?

Imlie: He can't come in with me looking like this! Go get the tray or whatever he brought.

Aryan: He has known me since I was five.

Imlie: All the more reason.

Ganjam Singh was very discreet about approaching the newlyweds. They need not have worried. He gave the trolley over to Aryan, stood back, and asked about dinner.

Aryan looked behind him: You want to go down for dinner or stay here?

Imlie: Let's go down.

Aryan looked around again: Mr. Singh would like to know if you mean private dinner or restaurant?

Imlie hopped up in bed: We can go out?

Aryan: Just the hotel restaurant, where there will be other guests.

Imlie: Oh, let's do that!

Aryan smiled at Mr. Singh and relayed the message.

Ganjam: I will let the kitchen staff at the hotel know that Hukum is joining with his princess bride.

The man bowed slightly and left.

Aryan stood at the door for a moment, reveling at what was just said. It did sound nice, his bride. His princess bride. How sweet it sounded. He looked around at Imlie.

She sat there on the bed in a yogi position. His shirt hanging lose on her, her hair a bit messy - thanks to him. Yawning and stretching - and completely clueless about everything in his head at the moment.

God, he loved that little woman.

Aryan pushed the trolley over to her: You want some coffee?

Imlie: Yes, please.

That evening...

Imlie was grateful that Arpita Didi left her saris intact at least. They had gone and picked some saris for the wedding trousseau a couple of days back and she was excited to wear the peach sequin one that she liked so much. It was simple and pretty, just as Imlie liked them.

https://www.studioeast6.com/products/peach-nina-net-saree

Aryan wore a cream sherwani, much to her surprise.

Imlie: What? No undertaker uniform today?

Aryan, sarcastically: I love how you diss on my Tom Fords like they are nothing.

Imlie: They might be snobby designers, but they still look like undertaker clothing. What made you change your mind?

Aryan: Well, it's kind of your introduction to society as my bride. The guests know I belong to the family here, so...

Imlie smirked: So now you want to play prince all of a sudden.

Aryan: Excuse me, I am a prince.

The golden double doors of the restaurant opened wide as they approached. The warm, inviting smell of food called to Imlie from inside. She had never seen any place like this in real life before. It was like in the movies. A massive hall stretched way ahead of her with gleaming white-clothed tables covered in bone china and beautifully dressed waiting staff and guests.

The uniformed guard at the door announced unbidden: His Highness, Prince Aryan Singh Rathore of Mewar and Her Highness, Princess Imlie Singh Rathore of Mewar!

Imlie under her breath: Oh God...

Aryan squeezed her hand reassuringly: You wanted to come here.

Imlie: I thought it was a small, home-y restaurant...

Aryan: Too late, smile now and follow my lead.

Back in East Bihar...

Malini entered the nail parlor with Rupi Di.

Malini, in an acid tone: Are we bonding now over a bit of pampering? What brought this on, Rupi Didi?

Rupi smiled and flipped through the magazines for few picks: Oh, you know, I thought we could use a little mani-pedi.

Malini: I am glad you are finally starting to accept me.

Rupi sat down in one of the chairs for the pedi: We all have to accept our fates, Malini. Everyone deserves their fates.

Malini smiled triumphantly: And Aditya was meant to be mine and you my sister-in-law.

Rupi grinned back just as fakely: Sure sure, as your mother would say.

Malini ignored the jibe and picked up a magazine Rupi picked for their shared stack.

Malini: I just want to lay back and enjoy this, without getting on each other's nerves if we can.

Rupi smiled: Enjoy!

Rupi closed her eyes and thanked the parlor girl who dipped her feet in the warm water.

Malini's eyes fell on the Vogue India with Imlie and Aryan on the cover.

Malini: What the hell!?

"His Highness, Prince Aryan Singh Rathore Introduces His Newlywed Bride, the Princess of Mewar."

Rupi hid her smile: What happened? Water too hot?

Malini: He's a prince!?

Rupi looked vaguely at Malini: What?

Malini shoved the magazine in Rupi's Face: Aryan Singh Rathore!

Rupi: Ah yes, funny how small this world is, isn't it? He's the same Aryan Singh Rathore that is supposed to inherit Mewar's royal title. Now, imagine that. A Rajput prince in East Bihar.

Malini's face turned puce: What do you mean?

Rupi smiled benevolently: It seems your little sister is a future queen, Malini. Fate (she sighed dramatically)...Too bad you don't have any relationship with her, it could have gone a long way in your mother's circles. It all worked out at the end, you got what you wanted - Aditya at any cost. And she got the future King of Mewar. Happy endings all around.

Long piece after a long time. Let me know your reactions.

Index (thanks to SundariP)

Part 1

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159734452

Part 2

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159745711

Part 3

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159754967

Part 4

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159763228

Part 5

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159770850

Part 6

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159776026

Part 7

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159792769

Part 8

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159813900

Part 9

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159847092

Part 10

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159873754

Part 11

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159898553

Part 12

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159920672

Part 13

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/159975322