AUTHOR'S POV

Life has an extraordinary way of surprising us.

Amid the routine of our daily lives, someone can walk in unannounced, like a gust of fresh wind, and stir the deepest, most dormant corners of our hearts.

It’s as if they hold a mirror to parts of ourselves we didn’t know existed, or perhaps had buried so deeply that we forgot they were there.

This unexpected arrival can awaken feelings of love, desires, affection, pain, and passion in ways that are both exhilarating and terrifying.

At first, it might be subtle—a fleeting glance, a shared smile, or a conversation that lingers in your mind long after it’s over.

You may not realize it, but something inside you starts to shift.

What was once mundane begins to feel meaningful.

Colors seem brighter, and the world feels alive in ways you’ve never noticed before.

This person, without even trying, becomes a catalyst for emotions you thought were locked away.

Love often emerges as the most profound of these feelings.

It’s not just the romantic notion of falling for someone, but a raw, unfiltered connection that makes you question everything.

They make you want to be vulnerable, to open the doors you’ve long kept closed.

It’s the kind of love that doesn’t ask for permission—it just is.

It settles in your heart and refuses to leave, no matter how much you might resist.

With love comes desire—not just physical, but a longing to know this person inside and out.

You crave their presence, their thoughts, their touch, and their essence.

Desire becomes an insatiable hunger that makes you feel alive in ways you’ve never experienced.

But with these intoxicating feelings often comes pain.

The vulnerability they inspire can leave you feeling exposed, raw, and fragile.

The fear of losing them, or not being enough, can grip your heart like a vice.

Yet, even this pain feels poetic in its own way because it is a testament to how deeply they’ve affected you.

And then there’s passion—a fire that ignites within you.

It’s not just a passion for them but for life itself.

They remind you of what it feels like to be consumed by something greater than yourself.

They awaken the dormant dreams, ambitions, and creativity you may have forgotten.

Their presence alone becomes a source of inspiration, pushing you to be more, to feel more, and to live more fully.

Perhaps what’s most beautiful about this unexpected connection is its unpredictability.

You didn’t plan for this person to enter your life, and you certainly didn’t anticipate the chaos they would bring to your emotions.

But that’s the essence of life—it is the unexpected moments and people that shape us in ways we could never foresee.

So, if you’re lucky enough to encounter someone who stirs your soul, cherish them.

Even if their presence is temporary, the impact they leave is eternal.

They are proof that life’s most profound experiences often come when we least expect them, and that love, in all its forms, is the most transformative force of all.

AUTHOR'S POV ENDS

AMAY'S POV

I opened my eyes to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, but my gaze immediately fell on the most beautiful view I could ever imagine—my wife, my Suman, nestled in my arms.

A soft smile crept onto my lips, unbidden and unstoppable.

One of her delicate hands rested over my chest, her fingers just above my heart, as if she were guarding it, while her other hand was entwined with mine.

My own hand supported her head, fingers tangled in her silky hair, and the other was intertwined with hers.

The way their hands fit together so perfectly made my chest swell with pride and love.

I slowly brought our joined hands closer to my lips and placed a gentle kiss on the back of hers.

My lips lingered there for a moment before I turned my attention to her wrist, where I pressed another tender kiss, marveling at the soft warmth of her skin.

I still couldn’t believe it—this wasn’t a dream.

She loved me.

She loved me with the same intensity and devotion that I felt for her.

And now, here she was, completely at ease, sleeping peacefully in my arms without a care in the world.

The sight of her snuggled so close to me, her face resting against my chest, sent a wave of contentment washing over me.

I leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

She stirred slightly in her sleep, and I chuckled softly, not wanting to wake her.

Last night had been magical.

No, we hadn’t crossed that physical threshold of our relationship, but we had delved into something even deeper.

We had connected in a way that transcended the physical.

We had bared our souls to each other, shared our hearts, and built a bridge of trust and love that felt unshakable.

My heart brimmed with happiness as I watched her sleep.

To me, Suman was a miracle—someone who had entered my life unexpectedly and stolen my heart with a single, effortless swipe.

I hadn’t even tried to resist her pull; it was as if I had been waiting for her all along, and now that she was here, I couldn’t imagine my life without her.

As I continued to gaze at her, I tightened my hold just slightly, as if to assure myself that she was real and not some beautiful illusion conjured by my longing heart.

She stirred again, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and I pressed another kiss to her head.

I whispered quietly, my voice filled with love, “Thank you for choosing me, Suman. For loving me. You are my everything.”

And in that moment, as I held her close, I knew there was nothing in the world I wouldn’t do to keep her happy and safe.

AMAY'S POV ENDS

Tina stood in front of Ayush, her posture hesitant, her hands fidgeting nervously.

This was new.

Tina was rarely nervous, let alone in front of him.

Ayush leaned back slightly, one eyebrow raised, watching her closely.

His eyes narrowed a fraction as if trying to read her mind, deciphering what had her so out of sorts.

She cleared her throat, her voice barely above a whisper. "Umm, Ayush... do you have time?"

He blinked. "Huh?"

Her cheeks turned pink as she repeated herself, louder this time. "Do you have time?"

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Yes, I do."

She took a deep breath and said, her voice almost trembling, "Kya tum aaj ka pura din mere saath spend karoge?"

("Will you spend the entire day with me today?")

Ayush was taken aback.

Tina rarely spoke so tentatively, and it intrigued him.

Before he could respond, she added quickly, almost apologetically, "Agar tumhare paas time nahi hai, toh koi baat nahi. Just... pretend you didn’t hear anything."

("If you don't have time, it's okay. Just... pretend you didn’t hear anything.")

Her voice broke slightly, and she turned to leave, her face clouded with disappointment.

But before she could take a step, Ayush reached out and gently held her wrist.

She turned to face him, her eyes wide with surprise.

His lips curved into a soft smile as he said, "I do have time. Aur main taiyar hoon tumhare yeh din spend karne ke liye."

("I do have time. And I’m ready to spend this day with you.")

Tina’s face lit up instantly, a wide smile breaking through her previous uncertainty.

Her joy was so pure and unrestrained that it tugged at something deep within him.

Seeing her like this—happy, carefree, and excited—made a small, unexpected smile tug at his lips as well.

"Really?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief and excitement.

"Yes," he replied warmly.

Her smile grew even brighter, and she clapped her hands together in delight. "Okay, then let’s get ready! Phir hum chalte hain!"

("Okay, then let’s get ready! Then we’ll go!")

Ayush chuckled at her sudden burst of enthusiasm, the sound deep and genuine. "Lekin jaayenge kaha?" he asked, amused by her excitement.

("But where will we go?")

She tilted her head, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Pata nahi! Tum saath ho, toh kahi bhi chale chalenge."

("I don’t know! As long as you’re with me, we can go anywhere.")

Before he could process her words, she spun around and darted toward the bathroom, her energy infectious.

He stood frozen for a moment, her words echoing in his mind. "Tum saath ho, toh kahi bhi chale chalenge."

A soft warmth spread through his chest, and his heart skipped a beat.

It felt surreal, this feeling of someone being so genuinely happy just to have him around.

He couldn’t help but admire her, the way her joy shone so brightly, unfiltered and unashamed.

As the sound of running water came from the bathroom, Ayush shook his head with a small laugh.

Tina’s happiness was contagious, and for reasons he couldn’t quite grasp yet, it made him feel lighter.

He couldn’t deny it—spending the day with her was already starting to feel like the best decision he’d made in a while.

Suman was in her classroom, but her heart and mind were miles away, wrapped in thoughts of Amay.

Every time his face flashed in her mind, a shy smile crept across her lips, making her cheeks warm.

She couldn’t focus on anything—not the children reciting their lessons, not the pile of notebooks waiting for corrections.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind of the moments they had shared, the way he looked at her, and how he confessed his love.

She wanted desperately to call Namita and share everything, but her phone had been unreachable for three days.

Worry lingered in the back of her mind, but her heart was too full of Amay to dwell on it for long.

She resolved to check on Namita later and tried to make it through the school day.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

Suman rushed out of the building, eager to head home, but stopped in her tracks.

There he was—leaning casually against his car with his hands in his pockets, looking like he had just stepped out of a dream.

His grey suit fit him perfectly, the crisp white shirt beneath adding to his charm, and those sunglasses… uff!

He looked like a Greek god.

Her feet refused to move, and her eyes stayed glued to him.

Her heart swelled with pride and a sense of disbelief.

How did she get so lucky to have this man as hers?

Amay noticed her staring, and a subtle blush crept up his ears, though he quickly composed himself, adjusting his sunglasses as if to mask his reaction.

Finally, gathering herself, Suman walked toward him.

As she got closer, she noticed the way women around them were stealing glances at him.

A spark of jealousy flickered in her chest, and her lips pursed slightly.

"Why are you here?" she asked, feigning irritation.

Amay tilted his head, smirking. "I came to pick you up."

"I’m not a kid for you to come and pick me up," she shot back, her tone sharper than she intended.

The fact that he looked so effortlessly handsome and had every woman around drooling over him was not helping her mood.

Amay raised an eyebrow, confused.

A minute ago, she was staring at him like he was the only man in the world, and now she was upset?

Women were truly a mystery.

Without another word, Suman opened the car door and slipped inside.

He followed, settling into the driver’s seat, but before starting the engine, he heard her murmur under her breath, "Why does he have to be so handsome and… delicious?"

A slow, mischievous grin spread across Amay’s face. "Oh, so I’m delicious, huh?" he teased, glancing at her with a smirk.

Her eyes widened, realizing he had heard her.

She turned to glare at him. "Who said that?" she snapped defensively.

"My wife," he replied smoothly, starting the engine.

"Well, clearly, she doesn’t have good taste in men," she countered, crossing her arms.

He frowned slightly, his eyes still on the road. "You mean to say I’m not a good choice?"

"Of course," she said with mock confidence, though her heart was racing.

He glanced at her briefly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Then what are your choices, Mrs. Delicious?"

She opened her mouth to respond but clamped it shut, a furious blush painting her cheeks.

Amay’s laughter filled the car as he reached over to squeeze her hand. "You’re stuck with me, Suman. No matter what your taste is."

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that played on her lips.

"Lucky me," she muttered, but her heart whispered the truth—she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The soft hum of the engine filled the air as Ayush drove, his hands steady on the wheel, though his heart was anything but calm.

From the moment Tina stepped out of the closet wearing that light pink saree, his breath had hitched, and he hadn't fully recovered since.

The saree was simple—plain yet elegant—but it was her sleeveless, intricately designed blouse that had caught his attention first.

Her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and the sight of her adorning herself with a nuptial chain and the vermilion on her forehead had sent a surge of emotions crashing through him.

She had never worn these marital symbols since their wedding, and now, seeing her like this, she looked every bit a newlywed bride.

Ayush couldn't help but steal glances at her as he drove.

Every time she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the clinking sound of her matching bangles filled the car, making his heart skip a beat.

His grip on the steering tightened slightly, and a smile tugged at his lips as he tried to focus on the road.

Yet, his eyes betrayed him, darting back to her every chance he got.

Tina sat quietly beside him, her hands resting on her lap, but she could feel his gaze on her.

It made her heart flutter and her cheeks warm with a blush she tried to hide by looking down.

Her decision to dress this way was intentional.

She wanted to look like his bride, his wife—if only for a day.

She wanted this memory to be etched in both their hearts, something she could hold on to no matter what came next.

Ayush noticed the faint blush on her cheeks every time he caught her gaze, and it made him smile even wider.

He couldn't help but wonder what had brought about this change in her today.

She was always beautiful in his eyes, but today, she was radiant, glowing with a warmth that made his chest swell with pride and love.

Finally, unable to hold back his curiosity, he broke the silence. "Tina," he began, his voice soft yet filled with emotion, "you look... beautiful."

Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and she fidgeted with her bangles, the clinking sound filling the car again. "Thank you," she said softly, avoiding his gaze.

"But... why today? Not that I’m complaining," he added quickly, his lips curving into a teasing smile.

She hesitated for a moment before replying, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to spend this day with you....and wanted to get ready for you."

His heart skipped a beat at her words, and for a moment, he forgot he was driving.

He quickly corrected the wheel, his eyes wide with surprise and something deeper—something that felt dangerously close to overwhelming happiness.

The terrace was enveloped in a serene cool breeze, and the sound of the night whispered softly.

Suman and Amay lay sprawled on the couch under the open sky, cocooned in each other’s warmth.

Suman rested her head on Amay's chest, her hair tickling his neck slightly, while his strong arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder.

The night sky above seemed infinite, a canvas of deep gray clouds hiding the moon and stars.

Suman pouted, breaking the peaceful silence.

Amay tilted his head to look at her, the corners of his lips quirking up. “Kya hua, meri jaan?” he asked softly.

("What happened, my love?")

She sighed dramatically. “Aaj aasman mein chand aur taare nahi dikh rahe.”

("The moon and stars are not visible in the sky today.")

Amay chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath her ear. “Vo issiliye, Suman, kyunki aasmaan badalon se ghira hua hai.”

("That's because, Suman, the sky is covered with clouds.")

Her face lit up. “Matlab baarish hone ke chances hai?”

("Does that mean there's a chance of rain?")

“Haan, chances toh hain,” he said, a knowing smile gracing his lips.

("Yes, there are chances.")

As if nature was listening to their conversation, Suman suddenly felt a cool droplet land on her cheek.

She gasped, a squeal of pure delight escaping her lips. “Look, Amay! Baarish aa rahi hai!”

("Look, Amay! It's raining!")

Amay glanced up, then back at her with a soft chuckle. “Haan, aur ab humein neeche chalna chahiye. Chalo,” he said, standing up and offering her his hand.

("Yes, and now we should go downstairs. Let's go.")

But Suman refused, shaking her head with childlike stubbornness. “Nahi! Main nahi jaungi. I want to feel this rain!”

("No! I won't go. I want to feel this rain!")

He frowned, concerned. “Suman, tabiyat kharab ho jaayegi. Bin mausam ki barsaat hai.”

("Suman, you'll catch a cold. It's an unexpected rain.")

“I know,” she said with a mischievous smile, standing up. “But it feels so good here.”

Before he could respond, the sky seemed to agree with her, opening up in a sudden, full downpour.

Suman laughed in pure, unbridled joy, spinning around and spreading her arms wide, embracing the rain.

The cool droplets danced on her skin as she tilted her face up to the heavens, her giggles echoing through the terrace.

Amay stood frozen, watching her in awe.

Her saree, now soaked through, clung to her like a second skin, tracing every curve and teasingly revealing her bare waist.

His fingers clenched into fists, his chest rising and falling with the effort of keeping himself in check.

Suman turned around and caught him staring, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She walked toward him, her movements slow and deliberate.

Amay’s breath hitched as she reached him, her hands lightly pulling him by his now-soaked black T-shirt.

He stumbled forward, but she steadied him, her hands sliding to his torso as they balanced against each other.

The rain cascaded down, soaking them to the bone as their eyes locked.

Her fingers lingered on his chest, feeling the rapid thudding of his heart.

His hands rested lightly on her waist, unsure whether to pull her closer or retreat.

The air between them crackled with an electric intensity, the rain only amplifying the desire that simmered just beneath the surface.

Suman’s lips curved into a soft smile as she whispered, "What are you thinking, Amay?"

He exhaled deeply, his voice low and rough. "Suman, you should know... your smile and this rain... both are deadly."

Her laughter rang out again, light and melodic, before she rested her forehead against his.

And in that moment, with the rain drenching them and the world fading into the background, Amay finally let himself surrender.

He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping tightly around her as the night embraced their shared passion and love.

The rain had begun unexpectedly, and Ayush and Tina found themselves standing under a small, makeshift shed at the edge of a closed shop, seeking shelter from the downpour.

The amusement park they'd just visited was now behind them, the sounds of laughter and joy replaced by the rhythm of raindrops tapping against the shed’s roof.

Ayush looked up at the rain with a smile, his eyes softening as he felt the refreshing coolness of the water in the air.

Tina, however, frowned, her arms crossed, clearly irritated by the sudden change in weather.

Ayush noticed her expression and couldn't help but tease her. “Tumhe baarish pasand nahi?”

("Don't you like rain?")

She shot him a quick look, her lips pursed. “Nahi.”

("No")

Ayush raised an eyebrow, surprised by her response. “Kyun?”

("Why?")

Tina sighed, glancing at the puddles forming on the ground outside. “Kyunki jab bhi baarish hoti hai, the roads get filled with water, and there’s a mess everywhere. It’s just... annoying.”

("Because whenever it rains, the roads get filled with water, and there's a mess everywhere. It's just... annoying.")

Ayush chuckled at her complaint, shaking his head. “Wow, what a thinking.”

Tina narrowed her eyes at him. “Tum mera mazak uda rahe ho?”

("Are you making fun of me?")

“Bilkul nahi,” he said, grinning. “Lekin baarish is khubsoorat.”

("Not at all. But rain is beautiful.")

She looked at him, skeptical. “Aur vo kaise?”

("And how is that?")

He shrugged slightly, his gaze softening as he watched the rain falling. “Kyunki jab baarish hoti hai, toh har jagah ek naya ehsaas jaga deti hai. It’s like everything becomes so fresh, so clear, and so clean... as if the world itself gets a reset.”

("Because when it rains, it awakens a new feeling everywhere. It's like everything becomes so fresh, so clear, and so clean... as if the world itself gets a reset.")

Tina stared at him, her heart fluttering a little at the sincerity in his words.

There was something about the way he looked at her, something raw and intense, that made her heart skip a beat.

She found herself drawn to him, unable to pull away from the connection they shared in that moment.

Before Ayush could say anything else, Tina stepped closer to him, her breath catching in her throat.

Without a word, she cupped his face gently in her hands and pressed her lips to his.

Ayush’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he stood frozen, caught off guard.

But as she gently sucked his lower lip, his body reacted instinctively, his hands finding their way to her bare waist as he pulled her closer.

Tina’s kiss deepened, her lips exploring his with a hunger he hadn’t expected.

She sucked on both his lips, sending waves of electricity through his body.

His heart started to race, the feeling of her warmth against him overwhelming.

But then, just as quickly as it had started, she pulled away.

Ayush frowned, a mixture of confusion and desire clouding his thoughts.

He couldn’t let it end like this.

Without a second thought, he pulled her back toward him, capturing her lips in a desperate kiss.

Tina gasped at the sudden intensity of his kiss, her lips parting in surprise.

Ayush took advantage of the moment, his tongue diving into her mouth with a fiery need.

His hands roamed to her back, pulling her closer, feeling the electricity between them grow with every second.

Tina’s body responded in kind, her hands gripping his shirt as she allowed him to take control.

Goosebumps spread across her skin as his touch ignited something inside her that she hadn’t realized was there.

Ayush’s pulse raced as he explored her mouth, the taste of her intoxicating and addictive.

He could feel her body pressing against his, and with every kiss, every movement, he felt more and more lost in her.

But when she didn’t pull away, when she gave in to him, everything around them seemed to disappear.

In that moment, the rain was no longer just a downpour.

It was a witness to the intensity of their connection, the unspoken emotions, and the undeniable chemistry between them.

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