After a while of driving, they finally reached their destination, a grand and luxurious hall that was buzzing with the who's who of society. As they stepped out of the car and entered the hall, all eyes were on them. The guests couldn't help but stare at the stunning couple, their whispers and gasps filling the air.
"OMG, they are looking so beautiful," someone whispered.
"Look at the gown she is wearing. It's so elegant," another guest commented.
"Are they a couple? They look so cute together," someone else asked, sparking a flurry of speculation and gossip.
Roohi and Aryan mingled with the guests, chatting and laughing with them as they made their way through the crowded hall. But after an hour of socializing, Roohi realized that she was alone. She looked around, scanning the sea of faces, but Aryan was nowhere to be found.
"Where is he?" she murmured to herself, feeling a pang of confusion and concern.
Just then, her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She looked at the notification and saw that it was a message from Aryan. Her heart skipped a beat as she read the words: "Meet me on the terrace."
Roohi's brow furrowed in confusion. Why was Aryan asking her to meet him on the terrace? She felt a shiver run down her spine as she wondered what he had planned.
Despite her reservations, Roohi's curiosity got the better of her. She made her way upstairs to the terrace, her heels clicking on the marble floor. As she stepped out onto the terrace, she looked around, taking in the breathtaking view of the city skyline.
And then, she saw him. Aryan was standing at the railings, his back to her. He was gazing out at the view, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the terrace lights. Roohi's heart skipped a beat as she approached him, her senses on high alert. What did he have planned? And why had he brought her to this secluded spot?
She walked towards him, her heels clicking softly on the terrace floor. As she reached his side, she leaned against the railings, gazing out at the breathtaking view of the city skyline.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aryan turned to her, a soft smile spreading across his face. "Oh, Miss Rai, you're here," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
They stood there in silence for a moment, taking in the view and the peaceful atmosphere of the terrace. A gentle breeze wafted past them, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and touching their skin with a soft caress.
Aryan broke the silence, his voice low and soothing. "I thought we should take a break," he said. "You must be tired with all the socializing."
Roohi nodded, her eyes still fixed on the view. "Yes, a little," she admitted. "Actually, I don't usually attend these kinds of parties."
Aryan's gaze turned to her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Then I should really be grateful that you agreed to come with me," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.
Roohi's cheeks flushed slightly, and she turned to him with a smile. "I told you, there's no need for that," she said, her voice soft and gentle.
There was silence for a few minutes, the tension between them palpable. Aryan's hand instinctively went to the pocket of his pant, feeling the ring box inside. He had actually asked Roohi to come to the terrace with the intention of proposing to her, but now that she was standing in front of him, he couldn't seem to muster up the courage to pop the question.
The silence between them stretched out, until finally, Roohi turned to him and said, "Shall we go back?" Aryan nodded, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.
As Roohi turned to leave, her heel slipped on the smooth terrace floor, and she was about to fall. But Aryan's quick reflexes kicked in, and he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Roohi nodded, looking up at him with a startled expression. And then, she realized that her face was just inches away from his. They both gazed into each other's eyes, the air between them charged with electricity.
Time seemed to stand still as they stood there, frozen in a moment of intense connection. Aryan's heart was racing, and he could feel Roohi's warm breath on his skin.
Finally, Aryan pulled away, breaking the spell. "Ahem, are you okay?" he asked again, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside him.
Roohi nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yes, I'm...I'm fine," she stuttered, her eyes still locked on his.
Aryan checked once again if she was okay then they went downstairs. After having dinner they decided to leave.
As they walked towards their car in the parking area, a sense of normalcy settled over them after the earlier excitement on the terrace. But their tranquility was short-lived, as a car suddenly came speeding towards them.
Roohi's eyes widened in panic, and she froze, unsure of what to do. Aryan, however, sprang into action. With lightning-fast reflexes, he pulled Roohi by the wrist and pinned her against the car beside them, shielding her from harm.
As the speeding car whizzed by, Aryan's anger flared up, his jaw tightening in rage. But as he turned to Roohi, his expression softened, and he asked, concern etched on his face, "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"
Roohi nodded, still shaken. "I'm...I'm fine. Don't worry," she stammered.
Aryan's face relaxed, and he sighed in relief. But as he stood there, his body pressed against Roohi's, he realized that their proximity had awakened a new set of feelings within him. He felt her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and his heart began to beat faster.
Despite the danger having passed, Aryan found himself unable to pull away from Roohi. It was as if an invisible force was drawing him closer, making him crave her touch. His gaze drifted to her lips, and he swallowed hard, his desire for her growing by the second.
Roohi, sensing his intentions, closed her eyes, her heart pounding in anticipation. Their lips were about to touch when the sound of a car honking in the distance broke the spell. Aryan pulled away, his face inches from Roohi's.
But before he could apologize, Roohi grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Aryan was taken aback at first, but as the kiss deepened, he lost all control. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and grabbed her face with his other hand, kissing her with all the pent-up passion he had been holding back.
After a while, they finally pulled away from each other, gasping for air. Roohi's face was flushed with embarrassment, realizing that she was the one who had initiated the kiss. She turned her face away, trying to hide her blush, but Aryan gently grabbed her face with one hand, his fingers lightly brushing against her skin.
"Don't," he said, his voice low and husky, as he turned her face back towards him. They stared into each other's eyes, the tension between them palpable.
Roohi's heart skipped a beat as Aryan's expression turned serious. "Roohi, I've been meaning to tell you something for a while now," he said, his voice filled with emotion.
Roohi's heart began to race as she wondered what he was going to say. She had a feeling that she knew what was coming, but she couldn't quite believe it.
Aryan stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers, and pulled out a small ring box from his pocket. He kneeled down on one knee, his eyes locked on Roohi's, and opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring.
Roohi's eyes widened in surprise, and she felt like she was melting into his gaze. Aryan smiled nervously, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Sorry, I...don't know how to do these things properly," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.
Roohi chuckled, her heart swelling with happiness at his words. "Roohi, I love you," Aryan said, his voice filled with emotion. "I want to be with you. And I want you to be my little troublemaker."
Roohi's face turned bright red as she felt like she was floating on air. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, as Aryan asked the question that would change her life forever: "Will you marry me?"
Roohi's eyes widened in surprise, despite having anticipated Aryan's proposal. She had developed strong feelings for him, but the suddenness of the moment caught her off guard. Her mind began to wander, thinking about her brother and father's potential reactions. Should she accept Aryan's proposal without discussing it with her brother first? The thought swirled in her head, filling her with uncertainty.
Aryan's gentle chuckle broke the silence, interrupting Roohi's thoughts. "How long are you going to make me sit here?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Roohi's gaze met his, and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks. "Oh, sorry," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aryan stood up, his movements fluid and confident. He took Roohi's hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with reassurance. "Aryan, what if Dad doesn't accept our relationship?" Roohi asked, her voice laced with concern.
Aryan's grip on her hand tightened slightly. "Don't worry about that," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I'll convince them. We'll face this together, okay?" Roohi felt a surge of comfort at his words, her doubts slowly dissipating. She nodded, a small smile on her lips.
Aryan's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "So, shall I?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation. Roohi nodded again, her heart racing with excitement. With a gentle touch, Aryan slid the ring onto her finger, the diamond sparkling in the light.
Aryan's hands cradled Roohi's face, his fingers tracing the contours of her cheeks as he gazed into her eyes. "I'm so happy that you said yes," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. The air around them seemed to vibrate with anticipation as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, tender kiss.
But as the seconds ticked by, Aryan's kisses grew more passionate, more insistent. He trailed his lips along Roohi's jawline, sending shivers down her spine, before planting a series of soft, sweet kisses on her neck. Roohi's eyes fluttered closed as she succumbed to the sensation, her breath catching in her throat.
Aryan's hands roamed over her body, one sliding from her shoulder to her palm, where he intertwined their fingers, holding her hand tight. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss. Roohi felt herself melting into his embrace, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
A soft moan escaped her lips as Aryan's kisses sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. But their intimate moment was shattered by the sound of voices, growing louder with each passing second. Roohi's eyes snapped open, and she realized, with a start, that they were still in the parking area.
She tapped her hand on Aryan's shoulder, her voice barely above a whisper. "A... Aryan, we're in the parking area." Aryan pulled away, his chest heaving with exertion, a look of disappointment etched on his face. He sighed, his eyes never leaving Roohi's face.
Roohi smiled at him mischievously, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "We should head back," she said, her voice laced with practicality. "Bhaiya will get angry." Aryan nodded reluctantly, his eyes still burning with desire. They slowly got inside the car, the tension between them palpable, the promise of their unfinished kiss hanging in the air.
As they arrived at the Rai palace, Aryan gallantly helped Roohi out of the car. She smiled, retrieving her purse from the vehicle. With a playful glint in her eye, she turned to him and teased, "See you then, Mr. Doobay."
Aryan's eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched her turn to leave. But in a swift, unexpected move, he reached out and grasped her wrist, pulling her back into his arms. Roohi's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a startled "Gosh, Aryan!"
Aryan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity. Roohi felt her cheeks flush as he asked, his voice low and husky, "Where's my good night kiss?" She looked away, her face growing hotter by the second. "Someone will see us," she protested, trying to wriggle free from his grasp.
But Aryan was determined. "Then do it quickly," he urged, his eyes never leaving hers. Roohi tried to reason with him, but he was resolute. Finally, with a sigh, she relented. "Okay, fine," she agreed, adding with a hint of embarrassment, "But close your eyes first. It's embarrassing when you're looking straight into my eyes."
Aryan's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, but he obediently closed his eyes. Roohi leaned in, her heart pounding in her chest. But just as Aryan was expecting a romantic kiss, Roohi swiftly pecked him on the cheek instead. Aryan's eyes snapped open, and he tried to grab her, but Roohi was too quick. She slipped from his grasp and ran towards the door, laughing.
"That's cheating!" Aryan called out, his voice filled with mock indignation. Roohi turned back, still chuckling, and waved her hand. "See you later," she said, before disappearing into the palace. Aryan chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, his eyes still sparkling with delight.
