Ariya OS: The Coral Reef and the Quiet Storm

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Amidst the picturesque shores of Maui, where the turquoise waters of the Pacific Ocean met the golden sands of Ka'anapali Beach, a newlywed couple embarked on their honeymoon, seeking respite from the rigors of their demanding careers. Arjun and Riya, both valiant officers of the Indian Police Service, had adorned their lives with the unbreakable bond of matrimony, promising to stand by each other through the highs and lows of life.

Arjun, a man of few words, possessed a heart filled with love and unwavering loyalty for Riya. His chiseled features, sharp eyes, and an aura of quiet confidence spoke volumes about his strength and determination. Riya, on the other hand, was a vibrant and outgoing soul, her infectious laugh and radiant smile illuminating every room she entered. Her grace and wit had always been Arjun's source of joy, and he cherished every moment they spent together.

As they strolled along the sun-kissed beach, hand in hand, Arjun couldn't help but notice the admiring glances cast upon Riya by several passing tourists. A twinge of unease flickered within him, a feeling he had never experienced before. While he had always been confident in Riya's love and fidelity, the thought of other men finding her attractive stirred something deep within him.

Day after day, the pattern repeated itself. Riya's captivating presence seemed to draw attention wherever they went. While she remained oblivious to the subtle flirtations and lingering gazes, Arjun found it increasingly difficult to suppress the growing restlessness within him. The silence that had once been comfortable between them now felt stifling, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

One evening, as they dined at a secluded restaurant overlooking the ocean, Arjun finally broke the uneasy silence. 'Riya,' he began, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant, 'I need to talk to you about something.'

Riya looked up from her plate, her eyes filled with concern. 'What is it, Arjun?' she asked.

'It's about... about the way other men look at you,' Arjun stammered, struggling to find the right words. 'I know it's silly, but... I can't help but feel a little jealous.'

Riya's heart skipped a beat. She had never imagined that Arjun, the epitome of composure, could be affected by such insecurities. A surge of warmth and affection washed over her as she reached across the table to take his hand.

'Oh, Arjun,' she said softly, 'I'm so sorry. I never meant to make you feel this way. You're the only man I see, the only one I want.'

Arjun's tense shoulders relaxed slightly as Riya's words soothed the turmoil within him. 'I know,' he replied, 'but... it's hard to ignore when they're so blatant about it.'

'Well, they don't know what they're missing,' Riya said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. 'They don't know that you're the most amazing, handsome, and loving husband a woman could ever ask for.'

Arjun couldn't help but smile at Riya's playful words. The weight of his jealousy began to dissolve as he realized that his insecurities stemmed from a place of deep love and protectiveness.

'Thank you, Riya,' he said, his voice filled with gratitude. 'I needed to hear that.'

As the evening progressed, the tension between them dissipated, replaced by a renewed sense of intimacy and understanding. They shared stories of their lives before they met, their hopes and dreams for the future, and the unwavering love that had brought them together.

With each passing day, the bond between Arjun and Riya grew stronger. They discovered new depths of passion and desire within each other, and the restlessness that had once plagued Arjun transformed into a fierce protectiveness and an unyielding determination to cherish every moment they had together.

One afternoon, as they explored the lush Iao Valley, they found themselves secluded by a cascading waterfall. The sound of the rushing water drowned out all other noises, creating a private sanctuary where they could give free rein to their emotions.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, an unspoken desire ignited within them. Arjun's lips parted slightly, and his warm breath caressed Riya's face. Riya met his gaze, her heart pounding with anticipation.

'I want you, Riya,' Arjun whispered, his voice husky with longing. 'I want you more than anything in the world.'

Riya's body trembled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. 'I want you too, Arjun,' she whispered back.

With trembling hands, they unbuttoned each other's clothes, their bodies coming together in a passionate embrace. The waterfall's roar seemed to fade into nothingness as they lost themselves in the ecstasy of the moment.

For hours, they reveled in their newfound intimacy, their bodies and souls intertwining in perfect harmony. The pent-up desires and unspoken emotions of the past few days melted away, replaced by a profound and unbreakable connection.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the valley, Arjun and Riya emerged from their secluded paradise transformed. The restlessness and insecurities of the past had been washed away, leaving behind a renewed sense of trust and an unquenchable thirst for each other.

They returned to their hotel, hand in hand, their hearts filled with a love that had been tested and emerged stronger than ever before. As they lay in each other's arms that night, Arjun couldn't help but marvel at the journey they had been on.

'I never thought I could love you more than I already do,' he whispered, 'but every day, you prove me wrong.'

Riya smiled and kissed him gently. 'I love you too, Arjun,' she replied. 'More than words can say.'

As the days of their honeymoon dwindled, Arjun and Riya knew that they were returning home with a love that had been deepened and forged in the fires of passion. The challenges they had faced and overcome together had only made their bond unbreakable.

And so, they bid farewell to the idyllic shores of Maui, their hearts filled with gratitude for the memories they had made and the love that would sustain them through the years to come.

THE END

Another instructive thought of mine resulting into this 🙈. Version 2 is posted below. Hope this satisfies the many of you & please drop your creative criticism! Thank you & hope you enjoyed!

Love,

Saraf

Version 2

The sun, a molten orb, bled crimson and orange across the horizon, painting the Pacific sky in hues of fire. Riya, her laughter ringing out like a conch shell, chased the retreating light, her emerald green saree swirling around her like the ocean itself. Arjun, his gaze fixed on the horizon, watched her with a detached curiosity. The warm Hawaiian air, thick with the scent of plumeria and salt, whipped at his face, yet he felt a chill crawl up his spine.

It had been a week since they landed in Maui, their honeymoon, a carefully planned escape from the chaos of their lives as Mumbai cops. Riya, with her infectious energy and vibrant personality, was a magnet, drawing attention wherever she went. Arjun, the stoic one, the quiet observer, had always been content in her shadow. But here, in this paradise of swaying palms and azure waters, the tables were turning.

“Arjun, come on! You’re missing all the fun!” Riya called out, her voice echoing across the beach. She was surrounded by a group of men, laughing and chatting, their eyes drawn to her like moths to a flame. Arjun, his jaw clenching, knew he should join them, should be happy for her, but a knot of unease tightened in his chest. He’d never been jealous before, but watching her bask in the attention of strangers, a fear he couldn't name gnawed at him.

“Just taking in the sunset,” he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper.

“Arjun, you’re so quiet,” Riya said, her smile fading slightly. 'You still haven't said a word about how beautiful it is.'

He turned to her, her face bathed in the warm glow of the sunset. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, held a hint of concern. “It’s beautiful,” he said, his voice still a low rumble.

Riya, sensing his unease, approached him, her steps hesitant. “What's wrong, Arjun? You seem…distant.”

“Just tired, I guess,” he replied, avoiding her gaze.

She took his hand, her fingers warm and firm. 'Don't be like this, Arjun. This is our honeymoon. We're supposed to be happy, to relax.'

He looked at her, at the way her hand fit perfectly in his, the way her eyes held a depth that mirrored the vastness of the ocean before them. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how much she meant to him, but the words wouldn't come.

They spent the next few days exploring the island, hiking through lush rainforests, snorkeling in coral reefs teeming with life, and indulging in the local cuisine. Riya, ever the adventurer, embraced each experience with gusto, her infectious enthusiasm rubbing off on Arjun, loosening the knot of anxiety in his chest. But the encounters with other men continued, each one a tiny poke at his fragile sense of security.

One evening, they were enjoying a romantic dinner at a beachfront restaurant. As they dined on fresh seafood and sipped on tropical cocktails, a group of surfers, their faces tanned and bronzed, approached their table.

“Hey, beautiful,” one of them said, his eyes lingering on Riya. 'We couldn't help but notice you. You’re stunning.'

Riya, her smile polite, replied, 'Thank you.' She subtly shifted her body, putting herself between Arjun and the surfer.

“You guys on vacation?” another surfer asked, his gaze now fixed on Arjun.

Arjun, his jaw set, replied curtly, 'Yes.'

The surfers, sensing his displeasure, withdrew, but not before leaving a prickle of resentment on Arjun's skin.

“Arjun, why do you always have to be so grumpy?” Riya asked, her voice laced with frustration. “You're acting like a bear with a sore head.”

“I’m not grumpy, I’m just…observant,” he mumbled.

“Observant of what?” Riya challenged, her voice rising. “Are you jealous?”

He looked at her, his eyes unwavering. 'Jealous of what? Of them?' The word tasted like bitter ash in his mouth.

“Yes!” Riya exclaimed, her hands clenched into fists. 'You get so uncomfortable whenever someone looks at me. It's like you're scared of losing me.'

“It's not about that,” Arjun started, but Riya cut him off.

“It is about that!” she cried, her voice trembling with emotion. “You're so closed off, Arjun. You hardly ever talk to me, you hardly ever express your feelings. You’re like a stone, cold and unyielding.”

He stared at her, his heart pounding against his ribs. Her words, sharp and cutting, pierced through his defenses, leaving him raw and exposed. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how terrified he was of losing her, how much he loved her, but his throat constricted, the words stuck in his throat like a bone.

He reached for her hand, his fingers trembling against hers. 'Riya, I…'

The words died on his lips. He couldn't say it. He couldn't express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him.

“You what? You can't even say it? You can't even tell me you love me?” Riya's voice was a low, almost mournful whisper.

He looked at her, tears welling up in his eyes. He wanted to tell her, he needed to tell her, but the words were frozen in his throat.

They spent the rest of the evening in silence, the noise of the waves crashing on the shore a constant reminder of the gulf growing between them.

The following morning, Arjun woke up to an empty bed. Riya was gone. A note lay on the bedside table, a single sheet of paper with a few scrawled words: 'I'm going for a walk. Don't wait up.'

He got out of bed, his stomach churning with a mixture of anxiety and dread. He went out onto the balcony, his gaze scanning the beach, searching for her. He saw her, a small figure against the backdrop of the vast ocean, walking along the shoreline, her head bent, her shoulders hunched. She looked lost, adrift.

He left the balcony, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to reach her, had to talk to her. He couldn't let this go on.

He found her a little while later, sitting on a rock, her knees drawn up to her chest, her face buried in her hands. He sat down beside her, his hand reaching out to touch her shoulder.

“Riya, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice a mere whisper.

She didn't answer, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He pulled her into his arms, her head resting against his chest, the scent of her hair, a heady mix of plumeria and coconut, filling his senses.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He had to say something, anything, to ease the pain he saw etched on her face.

He held her close, his heart aching for her. He felt her body trembling against him, the warmth of her skin radiating through his shirt. He closed his eyes, the weight of her presence grounding him, the rhythm of her heartbeat a soothing melody in his ears.

At that moment, a shift occurred within him, something deep and primal, a surge of raw masculinity fueled by the sheer urgency to protect her, to hold her, to never let her go. He had always been a man of action, a protector, a warrior. Now, his warrior’s heart yearned for the one he was sworn to protect, to love, to cherish.

He lifted her face, cupping her cheek with his hand, his thumb tracing the curve of her jawline. Her eyes, tear-streaked and red-rimmed, met his. There was a raw vulnerability in them, a desperate need for understanding, for reassurance.

“Riya,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you.”

The words, long held captive within him, burst forth, a torrent of unfiltered emotion flowing from his soul. He never expected to utter them, not so easily, not so freely. But in that moment, amidst the crashing waves and the salty air, his soul laid bare, his love for her unveiled.

He saw a flicker of surprise in her eyes, followed by a hesitant smile, a fragile bloom blossoming on her tear-stained face. Her hand reached for his, her fingers intertwined with his.

“Arjun,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I love you too.”

The air crackled with unspoken desires, the tension between them palpable. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, the taste of salt and sea kissing his senses. He felt her lean into him, her body responding to his touch, the warmth of her skin against his a scorching flame against his skin.

The kiss was a revelation, a storm erupting within them, unleashing a torrent of pent-up emotions. He felt her desire rising to meet his, her body molding against his, her arms wrapping around him, her fingers digging into his back, pulling him closer, demanding more.

Their hands moved, tracing the contours of each other's bodies, a silent language of passion and need. The gentle caress of his fingers on her skin, the way his lips moved against hers, sending shivers down her spine. As his hands found their way beneath her saree, a gasp escaped her lips, a gasp of surprise, of pleasure, of surrender.

He wanted her, wanted her completely, wanted to lose himself in her, to drown in the depths of her passion. He felt her pull him closer, her body a symphony of need and desire, her whispered pleas for him to take her, to claim her, to possess her, echoing in his ears.

He felt the heat rising within him, the urgency of his desire pulsing through his veins. He knew he had to stop, had to be gentle, had to respect her, but the force of his need was overwhelming. He felt her resistance, a faint flicker that quickly dissolved under the intensity of his desire, her body yielding to his touch with a gasp of surrender.

The coral reef, a vibrant tapestry of life and beauty, lay just beyond the reach of the waves, a silent witness to the unfolding drama on the rock. The sun, climbing higher in the sky, cast a golden glow upon the couple, their bodies entwined, their love a symphony of shared desires.

They lay together on the rock, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling in the salty air. The sun beat down on their skin, a warm embrace, a reminder of the passion they had ignited.

He looked at her, her face flushed, her eyes shining with a newfound awareness, a spark of something wild and untamed.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, his heart still pounding with the aftershocks of their shared passion.

“Don’t be,” she whispered back, her voice husky with desire. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

He smiled, a genuine smile, the first one he’d given her in days. In that moment, they were no longer the Mumbai cops on a honeymoon. They were two souls, stripped bare, raw and vulnerable, their love a burning ember ignited by the passionate fire of their desire.

Their honeymoon in Maui, a paradise lost and found, had transformed their marriage, forging a bond that transcended the boundaries of duty, of routine, of normalcy. They had found each other anew, not only in the beauty of the island but in the depths of their shared desire, a desire that would forever bind them, a love story etched in the coral reef of their hearts.

THE END

Hope you guys enjoyed this OS. Please drop your creative criticism! Thank you & hope you enjoyed!

Love,

Saraf

Break maar

Kya baat hai, di? Aajkal ek ke baad ek bohot saare beautiful & romantic Ariya OS's ki baarish kar rahi ho? Mujhe toh laag raha hai ki Ariya ke liye aapka crazy addiction ya bukhar suddenly phirse aapke saar par bohot zyada hi chadh gayi hai jiska outcome aapke ye saare recent OS's on Ariya, hume bhi uss nashe mein madhosh karke hi chodhegi.

Dono hi version OS's apne apne andaz mein bohot hi khubsurat hai. Pehla wala OS jitna simply sweet, cute yet romantic......🥰🥰🥰🌹🌹🌹❤️❤️❤️ tha, dusra OS utna hi fiery hot.....🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 hai, with full of burning passion & desire. I was blushing all the time while reading both of them as well as still blushing while writing this comment...🙈🙈🙈🫣🫣🫣😊😊😊

Main dil se dua karungi ki aap par yeh jo Ariya ka crazy nasha ya bukhar jo bhi chada hai na, woh bani rahe bohot lambe time tak. Kyunki isse hume aapse faidey ke taur pe Ariya ke upar bohot sari OS's milega na?

Bohot saara hugs, love & thank you for these OS's....Loved both of them equally....👌👌👌👍👍👍😍😍😍🤗🤗🤗👏👏👏

Originally posted by: Satrangi_Curls

Break maar

Tumne inn ki complaint ki thi na mujhse, ki pehle Saba di ko 2/3 months push karni padhti thi tab jaake woh ek update deti thi? Mujhe laagta hai ussi complaint ko dhyan mein rakhte huye hi yeh itne saare OS's ki barsaat kar rahi hai Saba di, hai na?

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whats the diff between the 2 versions?

Originally posted by: MochaQueen

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whats the diff between the 2 versions?

Originally posted by: SarafWasima

Nothing much, just more details & dialogues in one than the other.

How will i know which version to read?

Originally posted by: MochaQueen

How will i know which version to read?

Why to know & choose one? Dono hi padh lijiye if you have enough time.

Originally posted by: MochaQueen

How will i know which version to read?

It’s marked lmao