Abhi:
(She stepped out, and my eyes couldn't help but trace every inch of her, from head to toe. She was undeniably aware of my gaze—but how could I not? She looked absolutely stunning. Before I knew it, my eyes wandered, captivated by her beauty. It wasn't intentional—it was as if my heart and eyes had a mind of their own, lost in the moment.)
Ishana:
"If you're done checking me out, how about you stop staring and help me instead?"
Abhi:
"Well, I haven't quite had enough, if you're asking."
Ishana:
"Abhi!!"
Abhi:
"Alright, I'll help you. Could you please turn around?"
Ishana:
"Why?"
Abhi:
"Then how am I supposed to zip up your blouse if you don't turn around? You wanted help, right?"
Ishana:
"Yeah, but... I won't turn around. Do it from the front."
Abhi:
"Okay."
(I stepped closer to her as she held the blouse in place, keeping it from falling. Gently, I reached behind her, carefully moving her hair to the front before zipping it up. There—it was done.)
"Good, you're zipped up. Now it's time for me to step away…"
Uhh… I'll go take a shower.
Ishana:
"Okay…"
Abhi:
(I grabbed the shirt and went inside without thinking twice. My heart was racing. I let out a long breath after closing the door. What just happened?)
It feels like my thoughts are finally in control after that shower. Ugh, I don't know what happened to me when I was in front of her. I even forgot to breathe. No wonder they call moments like these breathtaking. So that's what it feels like…
Anyway, that's not the point, Abhi. How are you supposed to manage yourself around her if you can't even handle one day? God, help me keep it together.
(I put on the shirt, then the trousers, and opened the door. As I did, I caught a glimpse of her—standing in front of the mirror, still struggling with the draping part. I leaned against the wall, my gaze fixed on her.)
Ishana:
(Trying to drape the saree, my eyes kept flickering toward Abhi, who leaned casually against the wall, a soft smile playing on his lips. His gaze was unwavering, filled with a tenderness that made my heart race—as if nothing else mattered but the connection between us.)
He began to step closer, and with each movement, my heartbeat raced faster, matching the rhythm of his approach. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, black trousers, a silver watch gleaming on his wrist, and those polished shoes—he looked effortlessly handsome. The messy hair didn't help—he looked even better that way. It made my breath catch in my throat.
(As he drew closer, I held the drapes of my saree, struggling to get it just right. Without a word, he took the fabric from my hands, his touch gentle yet steady. He began draping it with care, and all the while, his eyes remained locked on mine. The silent connection deepened with every second.)
Abhi:
(Seeing her struggle, I stepped forward and dropped to my knees. My hands moved to adjust the fabric, folding each pleat with care, while my eyes stayed locked with hers. I handed the fabric to her so she could tuck it in, my heart racing. Even in this simple moment, every touch and glance carried more meaning than words ever could.)
Ishana:
"Thank you…"
(I took the drape from his hands and tucked it in gently. I whispered a soft 'thank you.' He didn't say anything, but his eyes followed every movement of mine. With a tenderness that made my heart flutter, he picked up a safety pin and carefully secured the drapes. Every touch felt like a quiet promise, his presence filling the space with something powerful and unspoken.)
Abhi:
"You look absolutely stunning. Are you ready? Hmm... your brother's waiting for us in the lobby. But if you're all set, we can go. Though, I must admit—I wouldn't mind taking a little more time. Just to enjoy this moment with you. I'd be happy to keep you all to myself a little longer… before the world sees how incredible you look."
Ishana:
"Abhi, what's wrong with you today? Why are you acting like this? So full of passion, flirting and all? You know it's not like that between us. And it never will be…"
Abhi:
"What did I do? It's not wrong to help my fiancée—especially when it comes to making sure she's happy and taken care of. And if I flirt a little, it's just because you drive me crazy in ways I can't even explain. It's not wrong to want to make you feel special… is it?"
Ishana:
"What!! Abhi, you've gone insane…"
(I adjusted the drape on my shoulder.)
"Let's go."
Abhi:
"I've gone insane... just for you. The way you make me feel—it's like nothing else matters. I can't help but be drawn to you in ways I never imagined. But okay, let's go… I'll follow you anywhere, just to be with you."
(I grabbed my suit, and together, we walked out of the room and headed downstairs to the hotel lobby. I pressed the lift button. The doors slid open, and we stepped inside. Moments later, we arrived at the lobby floor. I saw her brother and his wife waiting for us—but all I could focus on was her. The only person who truly mattered in that moment.)