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Tonight, I Went to Heaven - A Love Confession (One Shot)
Yash looked at Aarti with passion. He really loved her. Ever since he realized his love for her, he had been waiting for the perfect moment to tell her but he never found the time. He knew he shouldn't be blaming the time because really, he was just nervous.
Today, she was looking beautiful in a red sari. Red sari's looked great on her and he couldn't help but feel more attracted to her.
She was by the wardrobe, organizing the clothes inside it. Yash instinctively walked towards her.
He lingered for a few moments behind her until she closed the closet door and turned around, and nearly jumped when she caught him staring at her.
"Yashji?" she asked, fixing her sari. "Is everything okay?"
Yash quickly shifted his gaze to the wardrobe behind her. "Uhh I was looking at the wardrobe. I wanted to see if it was spotless -- but uh there is a spot," he lied.
Aarti looked confused. "Okay... I'll clean it," she said, and started to walk towards the bathroom to get the spray bottle. Yash grabbed her arm quickly and turned her around.
"No Aartiji, it's okay. You're pregnant. I'll get Ram Dulare to clean it."
"I think he's with Buaji right now though. She told me not to disturb her and Ram Dulare. It seems like she's moving her furniture around since I heard some noise coming from in there. When Ram Dulare finishes with Bua, I'm sure he'll be tired. It won't be right to disturb him. I'll clean the wardrobe Yashji, don't worry."
Yash felt his palms getting sweaty. "No Aartiji... it's okay."
Aarti sighed. "Yashji, let me clean it."
Yash took her hand gently and laced their fingers together. Aarti looked at him in surprise. "Yashji, what are you doing?" she asked.
"I - I have to tell you something," he told her.
"Okay, tell me," she said.
"Aartiji..."
He leaned in closer to her.
"Y - Yashji," she whispered, wondering why he was coming so close to her.
Yash could feel his heartbeat speed up. He couldn't get the words out of his mouth. "A- Aartiji," he said nervously. "Aartiji."
"Why are you saying my name over and over again? Is everything okay?"
Aarti moved back and felt her body hit the wardrobe. Yash walked forward and gently pressed his body against her. He felt Aarti shiver against him.
"Yashji, what are you doing?" she whispered.
"What I should have done a long time ago," he murmured and tilted his head slightly to the right.
He cupped Aarti's cheek with one of his hands and rested the other one on her hip. Then he closed the gap between them and gently pressed his lips against hers.
He felt like he was in heaven. He had kissed her when they made love that night under the influence of bhang, but he could hardly remember the feelings.
Now, everything was different. Now, he was in love. Now, he knew that Aarti had always been his past, his present and his future.
"I love you Aartiji," he whispered against her lips.
She moved her face away with tears in her eyes. "Yashji," she breathed out. "I love you too."
She placed her hands on his neck and kissed him again. Smiling against her lips, he picked her up in his arms and headed towards the bed, ready to make the most of this blissful night with his wife.
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What do you think? I wanted to write something light and happy! đ
There won't be any more chapters of this. đ
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