Siddharth escorted Shruti to a secluded beach area, the sound of the waves gently lapping against the shore creating a soothing melody. The private area was tastefully decorated with soft, warm lights that cast a romantic glow over the entire setting. The atmosphere was intimate and peaceful, with the only sound being the distant hum of the waves and the occasional chirping of crickets.
Shruti's eyes widened as she took in the beauty of the setting. The area was set up with a small table, adorned with two wine glasses and a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket. Behind the decorations, a charming cottage stood, its windows gleaming in the soft light.
"It's so beautiful," Shruti breathed, her voice filled with wonder. "When did you plan this?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Siddharth smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I planned everything before coming here," he said, his voice low and smooth.
Shruti's face softened, and she reached out to touch his arm. "Thank you for all of this, Siddharth," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.
Siddharth's expression changed, and he suddenly pulled her closer by the waist. Shruti was startled, her heart skipping a beat as she felt his warm breath on her skin.
"!!" she gasped, her eyes flying up to meet his.
Siddharth's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense. "Shouldn't you call me by a nickname?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Shruti's confusion was evident on her face. "Huh?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Siddharth's eyes never left hers. "I call you 'baby' but you always call my name," he said, his voice filled with a sense of longing.
Shruti's heartbeat quickened as she looked up at him, her eyes searching for answers. "Then what should I call you?" she asked, her voice soft and vulnerable.
The air was charged with tension as Siddharth's eyes held hers, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore.
"Whatever you want." He whispered seductively in her ears as he added "I want to hear you call my name only when we are in bed."
Shruti's heart was pounding hard in her chest, the rhythmic thumping growing more intense with each passing moment. She could feel the blood rushing through her veins, her pulse racing with excitement and anticipation. The sound of her own heartbeat was almost deafening.
Siddharth's eyes crinkled at the corners as he gazed at the blush on Shruti's cheeks, and he let out a light, teasing chuckle. The sound was low and husky, and it sent a shiver down Shruti's spine. He escorted her to the table, his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to her seat.
As he pulled out the chair for her, Shruti sat down, her eyes never leaving his. The soft glow of the candles and the string lights around them cast a warm, intimate ambiance, making the moment feel even more special.
Siddharth sat down opposite her, his eyes locked on hers. But Shruti's gaze dropped, and she frowned slightly. "Umm, this isn't right," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Siddharth's eyebrow shot up in inquiry. "What happened?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.
Shruti's eyes met his, and she smiled mischievously. "You're sitting too far," she teased, her voice playful.
Siddharth's expression changed, and he raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
He stood up, his movements fluid and effortless. He picked up his chair and moved it closer to Shruti's, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor filling the air.
As he sat down again, he asked, "Is it okay now?" His eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense.
Shruti nodded, a smile still playing on her lips. The distance between them was now negligible, and she could feel the warmth of his body radiating towards her.
The rest of the dinner was a blur of conversation, laughter, and the clinking of utensils against plates. They fed each other, their hands touching as they shared bites of food. The air was filled with the scent of good food and the sound of their happy chatter.
As they ate, their eyes locked onto each other, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing moment. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of happiness.
As the dinner came to a close, the atmosphere around them shifted, and a romantic song began to play. The music was soft and melodic, with a gentle rhythm that seemed to match the beating of their hearts.
Siddharth stood up, his eyes locked on Shruti's, and asked her for a dance. His voice was low and inviting, and Shruti's heart skipped a beat as she took his hand.
They glided onto the dance floor, their bodies swaying to the music in perfect harmony. Siddharth held her waist with both of his hands, his touch warm and gentle. Shruti tangled her hands around his neck, her fingers brushing against the hair at the nape of his neck.
The distance between them was so close that they could feel each other's breath. The air was charged with tension, and their hearts seemed to be beating as one.
As the song came to an end, Siddharth touched his forehead to hers. The moment was intimate and tender, and Shruti felt a rush of emotions as she gazed into his eyes. She closed her eyes as he leaned in. He touch her lips with his. Their tongues met as they both kissed passionately.
The next day, as the morning sunlight filtered through the window, Siddharth slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the warm, serene sight of Shruti nestled in his arms. Her delicate features were relaxed, her breathing soft, and her hair disheveled, framing her face with a charming, sleepy beauty. Siddharth's gaze was filled with gentle affection as he took in the peaceful scene, his heart swelling with love and contentment.
"I want to wake up like this every morning," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if he didn't want to break the spell of the moment. With tender care, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips grazing her skin, sending a shiver of delight through her.
His hand then drifted to her cheek, caressing it with a soft, gentle touch, as if savoring the warmth and texture of her skin. Shruti's eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at Siddharth, a soft, sleepy smile spreading across her face.
"Good morning, babe," Siddharth whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
Shruti's response was a gentle, husky murmur, "Mmm...good morning." Her voice was laced with the remnants of sleep, and Siddharth's heart skipped a beat as he listened to the melodic sound.
As Shruti sat up, stretching her arms above her head, Siddharth's eyes never left her, drinking in the sight of her, his gaze filled with adoration and love. The morning sunlight danced across her face, illuminating her features, and Siddharth felt his heart overflow with emotion, grateful for this moment, this love, and this beautiful woman by his side.
Siddharth wrapped his arms around Shruti from behind, pulling her close in a warm, gentle hug. His chest pressed against her back, and his breath whispered against her ear as he asked, "Did you sleep well?" The soft vibrations of his voice sent a shiver down her spine.
Shruti nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth and security of his arms around her.
Siddharth's hands began to roam, tracing the curves of her arms, then drifting up to her shoulders, his fingertips sending tiny sparks of pleasure as they danced across her skin. But Shruti, in a playful mood, pushed him away, her hands pressing against his chest, her fingers splayed across his shirt.
The sudden movement broke the intimate spell, and Siddharth chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled, "Oh, so you're playing hard to get, huh?" His voice was laced with amusement, and Shruti's smile grew, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she turned to face him.
"And what if I am?" She asked in a teasing tone. Siddharth's smile turned mischievous and in a swift of motion he pinned her on the bed holding her hands on either side.
Shruti was surprised with this sudden movement "What!?,gosh you startled me!"
Siddharth kissed her neck and his lips moves to her chest but before he can reach to her breast she interrupted "We don't have this much time. We need to check out."
He looked up at her. "You booked only for a day and a night, remember?" She added.
A fleeting look of disappointment crossed Siddharth's face, his eyes clouding for a moment as he reluctantly pulled away from Shruti. His arms, which had been wrapped around her, slowly dropped to his sides, and he took a step back, his movements tinged with a hint of resignation.
Shruti, seeming to take pleasure in his temporary distress, chuckled softly, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. "Now, go take a shower," she said, her voice firm but laced with amusement, as if she knew she had teased him just enough.
Siddharth's response was a mock-exasperated "Fine..." His tone was laced with a hint of pretend annoyance, but his eyes betrayed a glimmer of amusement, suggesting he wasn't entirely put off by Shruti's playful dismissal. With a slight shake of his head, he turned and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Shruti to her own devices, a satisfied smile still playing on her lips.
After they had both finished getting ready, they made their way downstairs, their footsteps echoing through the quiet hallway. They approached the reception desk, where they completed the checkout process, exchanging pleasantries with the staff as they finalized the details of their stay.
With their departure formalities complete, they strolled out into the bright sunlight, making their way to the parking area. The warm rays of the sun cast a golden glow over the scene, illuminating the rows of parked cars as they walked towards their vehicle.
As they reached the car, Siddharth instinctively took on a protective role, escorting Shruti to the passenger seat. He opened the door for her, standing aside as she settled into the seat. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, his gaze filled with affection, before he closed the door and walked around to the driver's side.
Siddharth slid into the driving seat, his movements economical and confident as he adjusted his seat and mirrors. He glanced over at Shruti, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled, before turning his attention to the road ahead, ready to begin their journey.
After a few hours of driving, the scenic landscape gave way to familiar surroundings, signaling their arrival home. Siddharth pulled up to the entrance of Singh's estate, where he dropped off Shruti. As they shared a tender moment, Siddharth leaned in, and they exchanged a soft, lingering kiss, their goodbye filled with affection.
With a final wave, Siddharth watched as Shruti disappeared into the estate, before shifting his attention to the road ahead. He navigated the familiar route to his own estate, the anticipation of returning home momentarily interrupted by the unexpected sight that awaited him.
As he pulled up to the palace, Siddharth noticed an unfamiliar car parked outside. His curiosity was piqued, and before he could even process the surprise, a figure emerged from the vehicle. It was Aryan, his friend and acquaintance. Siddharth's initial reaction was to greet Aryan warmly, and he began to walk towards him.
However, his steps faltered as the passenger door swung open, and a second figure stepped out. Roohi emerged from the car, her presence sparking a mix of confusion and concern within Siddharth. The unexpected pairing of Aryan and Roohi left him wondering about their relationship and the purpose of their visit.
But as he watched, his confusion rapidly gave way to a growing sense of unease. Aryan, seemingly unaware of Siddharth's rising emotions, opened his arms and enveloped Roohi in a warm hug. The gesture, innocent as it may have been, ignited a spark of anger within Siddharth. His eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions and doubts about the nature of their relationship and the circumstances surrounding their visit. .
Siddharth's anger propelled him towards Aryan and Roohi, his long strides eating up the distance between them. His face twisted in a scowl, he reached out and grasped Aryan's collar, his grip tight and unforgiving. Roohi's eyes widened in shock and fear as she took a step back, her voice trembling as she tried to intervene.
"Bhaiya!" she pleaded, her hands reaching out to Siddharth's arm, attempting to pry him loose. However, Siddharth was beyond reason, his anger and concern for his sister's well-being clouding his judgment. He ignored Roohi's attempts to calm him down, his focus solely on Aryan.
Aryan, sensing Siddharth's fury, held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Hey, bro, calm down, let me explain," he said, his voice even and soothing. But Siddharth was having none of it.
"What are you doing with my sister?" Siddharth demanded, his voice low and menacing. His eyes blazed with anger, his face inches from Aryan's. Roohi tried to speak up again, but Siddharth's grip on Aryan's collar tightened, silencing her.
It was then that Roohi found her voice, her words tumbling out in a rush.
"We love each other," she said, her eyes locked on Siddharth's. Siddharth's head swiveled towards Roohi, his expression transforming from anger to shock. He stared at his sister, his mind reeling with the implications of her words. The revelation hung in the air, a challenge to Siddharth's protective instincts and his understanding of his sister's feelings.
