AarYa OS - A Valentine's Day To Remember

A Valentine's Day To Remember

As soon as Aarti's eyes opened that morning, her hand moved across the bed to her Yashji. She wrapped her arm around his waist and inched closer to him. His eyes were already open, staring deep into hers. He also had on a smile that made her want to melt. She lifted her hand and let it brush his cheek gently, feeling heavenly beside him. She loved Yash so much that the thought of it brought so much desire that it hurt sometimes.

She breathed in his early morning scent as he edged closer to her, smiling naughtily. "Aartiji," he whispered seductively, placing a firm hand on her back. Aarti felt butterflies enter her stomach when he touched her. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"I love you," she breathed out into his skin.

She knew Yash was smiling into her hair. She wanted to spend all of eternity in his arms, being held protectively just like this.

Yash pulled away from her and looked into her eyes again. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. "Wake up," he whispered.

"I don't want to," she replied back softly.

"What do you want to do then?" he asked her, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

He leaned forward and placed his lips a mere inch away from hers.

"Yashji," Aarti pleaded, feeling her heartbeat get stronger and her breathing get heavier.

She could feel his breath on her lips and soon after, his lips were on hers. It was only for a moment though, because before she knew it, he got off the bed and walked without another word to the bathroom.

"Yashji," she groaned. She hated when he did that to her. But it was common in their relationship; they both left each other hanging just when they wanted more.

"Aartiji I have a meeting today, I won't be home the whole day," she heard him say from inside the bathroom. "Don't wait for me in the evening, go straight to sleep."

Aarti frowned. "Today Yashji?" she asked, feeling upset. Today was their first Valentine's Day together, and Yash wouldn't be there to celebrate it with her.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Aarti. I'll try and come home early."

Aarti got off the bed and quickly put on a red sari. She might as well be in the Valentine's spirit at home, right?

The next few hours passed by with doing housework and helping the kids study. It felt like a fast day, and she was kept so busy that she didn't really have time to herself. As soon as she finished packing the kids' schoolbags, she received a text on her phone from Yash.

Aartiji, the driver's waiting for you outside. One of my clients wants to meet you, please wear something nice (preferably red) and come fast.

She read it over a few times before running to her bedroom and putting on a red sari with silver embroidery on it. She quickly put on jewelry and makeup before rushing out the door and into the car that Yash sent.

"Ma'am, we're here," the driver said from the front seat.

"Thanks," Aarti told him and opened the door to face a big building in front of her. It looked like an elegant five star hotel. She didn't know that Yash had his meetings in hotels.

As soon as she entered the building, she received another text on her phone.

Come to the hotel restaurant, it said.

Aarti held on to her sari and walked over to the restaurant. As soon as she entered, she noticed that the room was lit by some candles. Feeling her pulse increase, she called out for her husband. "Yashji?"

She slowly made her way into the room and heard the door close behind her. Clutching her mangalsutra, she squeezed her eyes shut. What if something happened to her Yashji? What if someone else called her here? Unpleasant thoughts ran through her mind as she fearfully held on to her mangalsutra.

"Aartiji," someone suddenly whispered into her ear, causing her stomach to do the somersaults.

A smile reached her face immediately and her eyes sprung open.

"Yashji," she said happily, gazing into his eyes.

She looked around the room and took in everything in detail for the first time. Along with the candles, there were floral decorations everywhere. On the wall, a banner displayed the words "Aartiji, Will You Be My Valentine?"

Aarti felt her cheeks turn crimson red. "Yashji," she said ecstatically, "You did all of this for me?"

She was absolutely delighted and amazed that anybody would do such a thing for her.

"Of course I did it for you," Yash told her perkily, "I didn't do it for anyone else, now I'm not sure how much you'd appreciate that."

Aarti playfully hit his chest and lay her head on it.

He wrapped her arms around her back and whispered softly in her ear, "Will you be my Valentine Aartiji?"

His low voice in her ear sent shivers running down her spine. She moved her head back and looked directly into his eyes for a second before she flung her arms around his neck and happily responded, "Of course I will Yashji!"

He held her tightly in his arms, and she didn't want to let go of him. This was perfect. Just him and her.

"You reserved the whole room?" she said breathlessly, in awe.

Yash nodded and smiled, "All for you."

Aarti felt deeply touched by this action of his. She felt her eyes get teary. Aarti leaned forward and pressed her lips on his, wanting to feel him close to her. She needed to capture this moment in every way she possibly could.

His lips replied to hers and they both kissed each other slowly, but passionately.

Once they broke apart, he took her hand and led her to the table. The table had a candle and a single rose on it.

It already had their dinner, a perfect pasta dish. They quickly finished it with some light chatter.

Yash then got up from his seat and bent down in front of Aarti, extending his arm for her to take his hand. "May I have this dance?" he asked her.

"But... music?" Aarti questioned curiously.

He chuckled, "We don't need music to dance, do we?"

Aarti blushed and took his hand. He led her to the dance floor, where she placed her free hand on his shoulder and he placed his on her waist. Her head accompanied her hand on his shoulder and she moved with him.

"I love you," he murmured in her ear.

She felt the butterflies enter her stomach again. "I love you too Yashji," she replied, breathing in the scent of his shirt, feeling light-headed in his arms.

"You know, I have an even bigger surprise for you upstairs," he told her mischievously.

Aarti felt her insides blaze with desire. She pressed her body as close to his as possible. "And what might that be?" she asked him with an impish smile.

He removed his body from hers and looked into her eyes. "Something that isn't appropriate here," he told her with a smirk.

Aarti felt her face turn red. She looked away from him, feeling shy. Normally she would be the one saying suggestive things to him, but right now she was allowing him to seduce her with his innocent talks and it felt so good.

"Can I have a demo?" she asked softly in a playful tone.

With that, he cupped her face, leaned down and kissed her passionately.

This was the best Valentine's Day with the most special man in her life. Aarti knew that she would never forget the beauty of this night, where it was just her, her Yashji, and this incredible surprise.

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