The night was sparkling.

With murmurs all around, soft music playing in the background, bright lights shoning upon the hundreds of people walking here and there in this open expanse, everything felt exquisite.

It was like the usual scene of rich Indian weddings. With an extravagant stage on one corner, while the food stalls was opposite to it. And between those, seats, and tables for everyone.

And here, she was quietly sitting on one of the many tables, donned in a champagne colored saree that screamed richness from every corner. It was falling on her shoulder exquisitely, and the blouse was full of handwork, heavy from every end. It was sleeveless and had a very thin strap on the back. It was nearly backless.

It was like she knew she belonged here but didn't feel like it.

"Is this seat taken?" A jolly voice reached her ears.

She moved her head towards the person, and upom looking at the intruder, she noticed that it was a man. He had a charming grin on his clean shaved face and was dressed in a peach colored kurta with golden pants. He had a pair of warm brown eyes, something that instantly gave her a fresh vibe.

"No, it's not." She softly replied.

"I was hoping so. Didn't want to miss out on the opportunity." He grinned widely while settling himself on the chair beside hers.

A small smile made its way on her face at his antics. He had asked the waiter to get him a glass full of beer and every starter on the menu of this wedding. And now he was gobbling up on them as if he had forever been hungry.

"Oh shit! I am such a wimp. Didn't even bother to share. Well, do you want to join me?" He asked with his mouth full of chicken.

She softly laughed and said, "No, it's alright. I already ate." Though it was a blatant lie. She hadn't eaten anything, nor that it mattered.

"Good for me. Saman doesn't share food." He muttered.

A confused look formed on her face at his words.

"Saman. Saman Mishra. My name." He cleared it up.

"Oh. Aishani. Aishani Mehrotra." She offered.

"That means you're from the bride's side?" Saman questioned.

"Yes, I am. I am assuming you're from the groom's?" She questioned back.

"You got it right. I am groom's distant cousin." He replied and continued, "Took a 2 day leave from my office only to fill my stomach with these delicacies. Otherwise, I have no interest in weddings and stuff."

Aishani grinned at his bluntness. After a long time, it felt like she was back at her old self. The one who wouldn't hesitate to talk randomly. The one who was an extrovert. The one who had every reason to grin and be happy.

And suddenly his phone rang, disturbing them.

"Damn, I totally forgot. Give me 2 minutes, I'll just come." He replied to the person on the phone on the other side.

"What happened?" Aishani asked.

"I actually have to be somewhere right now. My Dad wants to introduce me to someone really important." Saman replied and continued, "I am really sorry, but we have to cut our conversation short. I'll find out and get back to you soon." He said, getting up from his chair.

Aishani waved as if it was nothing and saw his retreating back as he moved away from her. A small part of her was sad that she might not get to talk to him again. He felt like someone who would make a great friend.

A hand that came down on her shoulder startled her all of a sudden between these thoughts.

"I am so sorry, Aishani. Didn't mean to scare you." Isha panted, coming in front of Isha.

"It's fine, Di. I was just so lost in my own world." She smiled back.

"Exactly why I came here! Look how everyone is enjoying Kritika's wedding except you and that asshole. Come with me, I'll take you to him. I need to click some amazing pictures because you look so hot. Can't miss out on this opportunity now." Isha rambled, looking all excited.

"Oh no, no. There's no need for that." Aishani shook her head.

"Of course there is. I am not going to listen to any excuses this time. Let's go, I just spotted him with my favorite husband." Isha spoke, looping her arm with Aishani's.

"You have just him as your husband Di." Aishani shook her head with a knowing smile towards Isha.

With that, Isha dragged her towards the two men who looked as if they were in a very important conversation of their lives.

"Daksh, can you stop it, please? I warned you not to bring your business with you when you come for my sister's wedding." Isha glared at her husband Daksh, who in return sheepishly smiled at her and pulled her closer affectionately.

Aishani had still not looked at the other man standing there.

"And Anurag, why is it that I find you with everyone except your wife. I know that you despise the entire female population, but this woman right here is your wife. I thought you might've made an exception by now!" Isha turned towards him with a reprimanding look. The exact one a sister gives her brother.

Even though they were cousins by relations from their father's side, it was almost like they were siblings. Isha and Anurag's fathers were blood related brothers.

They lived in a joint family and grew up doing everything together. Isha and Kritika, the bride, were sisters while Anurag was a single child. Though these three had always been living like siblings.

"It's nothing like that. Stop exaggerating." The deep voice that belonged to her husband was heard.

As always, it did something to her. It was like he had an instant effect on her.

"I'll stop exaggerating when you'll start reacting." Isha deadpanned making a known smile form on Aishani's face, which she quickly hid.

"What is it that you want?" Anurag questioned, taking a sip of the whiskey whose glass he held in his right hand.

"Chachi asked me to take you and Aishani to the photographer. The wedding is incomplete without the bride's brother and his wife's pictures. She doesn't want you to regret when the wedding album comes." Isha dramatically said and continued, "Daksh and I already had them click so many pictures of us. Some of them I'll need to privately ask for." She giggled, looking at Daksh, who kissed her forehead affectionately.

Aishani felt like the same was happening, which always did. Her getting jealous of the loving couples around her. She knew every couple was different in their own ways, had their way of behaving and loving, but she had nothing.

She didn't have a normal relationship with her husband. It would be the right thing to say it was for the namesake.

Aishani always knew that hers would be an arranged marriage. She had never been in a relationship although she was friends with many males. She just couldn't look at someone in that way no matter how hard she tried.

She had gotten 2-3 proposals before she got married to Anurag, but there came something or the other because of which she denied them.

But with Anurag, it seemed as if there was no problem. His family was perfect. He had a stable career as a businessman, and his looks, they were perfect. Aishani had never seen a businessman look this handsome.

When their marriage was fixed, they hardly talked for 2-3 times because everything was done under a span of a month. She was busy in her shopping while she assumed Anurag was busy with his business.

She never realized he was like this only until she actually married him.

1 year.

Anurag had been married to Aishani for a year now, but his heart remained cold and distant. It came as a surprise to both of them that they had been made to make such a hefty commitment with a near complete stranger.

Aishani, however, was full of life. Despite her conservative upbringing, her soft demeanor belied a chirpy, upbeat personality that was infectious to everyone around her. She was the opposite of her husband, who mostly kept to himself while going through the motions of married life.

Struggling to make their unfamiliar union work, it soon became apparent that things weren't going to be alright and that the longer they stayed together, the further apart their goals in life seemed. Anurag would often take issue with her socializing and become possessive, without realizing that this stifled Aishani's tenacity, receding her vibrant self to a mere shell.

It was about to be a whole year to their wedding in 10 days and till date she hardly talks 10 minutes a day with her husband. That is also the most necessary thing that includes if Anurag needs something from her end. Otherwise, they basically ignored each other even though they lived in the same room.

It was strange how the dynamics between them were that the two lacked any genuine connection ever since their marriage. Even though Aishani tried her best to make it work, her effort seemed to go unnoticed.

Anurag and Aishani stood awkwardly beside each other as Isha had called the photographer and was forcing them to get some pictures clicked together with the strains of music and laughter filling the air. Anurag, dressed in a sharp tailored suit, his features set in a perpetual scowl, was the perfect embodiment of a cold-hearted man. In complete contrast, Aishani, her eyes twinkling and adorned in a vibrant saree, possessed a softness and effervescence that was impossible to resist.

"Hi, Mr. Anurag." A voice broke their reverie.

Aishani and the other's eyes snapped to see a two men walking towards them. One was in his late 50s and the other was in his late 20s. It was clear that they were a father-son duo.

"Greetings Mr. Mishra." Anurag spoke in a deep baritone.

"Remember I told you I would like you to meet my son. Here is he, my lovely son, Saman Mishra. He is still in the learning process in our company and I would really appreciate having you guide him in your way." Sushant Mishra spoke with a polite smile.

"I'll try my best." Anurag just bothered to gave a small nod back while stuffing his hands inside his pants pockets.

Aishani could breathe in his manly scent. The same that always lingered in their room along with her own rose one. Anurag always overpowered everything though.

"And how are you my dear?" Sushant's eyes moved towards Aishani.

"Hello, I am good. How are you?" Aishani politely smiled.

"Meet my son, Saman Mishra. And Saman, this is Anurag's wife, Aishani Mehrotra." Sushant spoke and Aishani's eyes turned wide. She hadn't noticed him till now.

Saman himself was taken aback at the endearment. She was somebody's wife? And here he was hoping to have her number so he could get to know her further and see where it takes them.

"I didn't know you were married Aishani. I even thought to share my food with you the next time." Saman spoke with a tinge of disappointment in his tone.

A small laugh escaped Aishani's lips. Saman was one hell of a man.

"I would have loved that." Aishani smiled.

"Well, it's good that you know now Mr. Mishra. Aishani is mine- my wife." Suddenly she could feel warmth emitting beside her and was pulled by her husband by his grip on her bare waist.

Aishani was stunned. She saw a side of Anurag that she'd never seen before.

"Now, we'd like to be excused." Without waiting for any reaction, Anurag dragged Aishani away with him.

As the night grew darker, the melodies turned softer just like it did for both of them in their marital cocoon.

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Aishani entered the room, which she shared with her husband in this 5-star hotel for the wedding. The lights were dimmed, only the yellow ones emitting warmth. Locking it after entering completely inside, she walked in further.

She stepped out of her heels, leaving them carelessly on the floor and began removing the saree that was wrapped around her curvy frame.

In between the process, she walked towards the floor-length windows to see how the night life looked from here. Their room had one of the best views of all. It was of the beach that was opposite of the lawn where the wedding was held.

It still had few guests, mostly youngsters who were chilling in the night, still not tired after the wedding. She wanted to join them but she couldn't. She knew it. She was the eldest daughter-in-law, something that came with multiple responsibilities.

Suddenly, the door of the hotel room clicked open, and Aishani saw her husband stepping in, still looking fresh as ever while her own saree was lazily draped over her shoulder, almost falling down that revealed her heavy bossoms.

The weight of their unspoken desires hung heavily between them, a bridge that had yet to be crossed. Anurag, as usual, wasn't speaking anything to her. His eyes, although they were settled on her with an intense gaze, another thing she's used to.

Anurag's heart was pounding with anticipation. The sight of Aishani talking and laughing with Saman had ignited a fire within him, an unfamiliar desire that made him ache. Jealousy, a foreign emotion to him, had consumed his thoughts, leaving him restless and yearning for something he couldn't quite define.

The soft glow of the room cast a mesmerizing light upon her, accentuating her delicate features and making her appear ethereal. Aishani's eyes, filled with an innocent curiosity, met his, and within that gaze, Anurag saw a reflection of his own desires.

Uncertainty painted across her soft features, Aishani found herself lost in the depth of her thoughts. She couldn't ignore the longing that coursed through her veins, urging her to unravel the enigma that was her husband. Today was the day she realized how it actually felt when she saw their relatives being all lovey dovey with their better halves. It struck Aishani's chord.

Anurag, seemingly impervious to her silent struggles was keenly observing the effect his stoic demeanor had on his wife. He could sense her yearning, her thirst for connection, yet his icy heart remained unchanged, unwilling to surrender to the vulnerability that love demanded.

The moon cascaded streams of silvery light into the dimly lit room as Anurag's piercing gaze met Aishani's, holding her captive in his storm-gray eyes. A tender silence enveloped the air as if the universe itself held its breath, waiting for what was to come.

As the night unfolded, Anurag and Aishani found themselves drawn closer to each other, their gazes locked in a silent understanding.

Anurag, a man of hidden desires and aching loneliness, had decided that tonight was the night to break free from the shackles of a loveless marriage.

He tugged at Aishani's hand, his eyes smoldering with a mix of passion and determination.

Tension hung in the air, carrying the weight of their arranged marriage-a union that had started with unfamiliarity and ambiguity.

Anurag had always prided himself on his insatiable control; he had never let temptation or desire overpower him. Until now.

Enveloped in the silent tension of the room, Anurag took a step closer to her, his heart thundering in his chest. "Aishani," he said, his voice laced with a mixture of longing and uncertainty, "I never thought I would yearn for this, for you."

Aishani's eyes gleamed with a blend of surprise and anticipation. "Anurag, we can take this step together." She replied, her voice infused with equal parts tenderness and eagerness.

In that moment, all doubts and inhibitions seemed to melt away. Anurag moved toward her, his hands gently taking hold of hers. Their bodies drew closer, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

As their lips met, time seemed to freeze, the world outside their hotel room ceasing to exist. The connection, raw and unfiltered, blossomed into a passionate crescendo of emotions. They explored each other's bodies, igniting a fire that surged through their veins.

Anurag's touch was firm yet delicate, his hands navigating the curves of Aishani's body with reverence. She responded with a fervor that matched his own, their desires blending together like an intricate dance.

In that shared devotion, Anurag and Aishani dove deep into the uncharted realm of passion, losing themselves in the throes of their hidden desires. Every touch and caress spoke volumes, revealing a vulnerability they had both kept buried beneath their

Intrigued by his sudden urgency, Aishani followed him willingly, her heart pounding in her chest. This was a side of Anurag she had never seen before, and it both terrified and thrilled her. As Anurag pushed her on the floor length window, her bossoms crushing against it, Anurag turned to face her, his gaze devouring her every curve.

With an unexpected tenderness, Anurag cupped Aishani's face in his hands, his touch both gentle and possessive. "Tonight, my love, I want to explore the depths of our desires. I want to claim you as mine. I want to show the world that you're my wife." He murmured, his voice laced with desire.

Aishani's breath caught in her throat as she surrendered herself to him, her body aching to be loved and cherished. Anurag's dominant nature awakened a dormant passion within her, igniting a fire that burned through her inhibitions.

As the night melted into a blur of passion and longing, Anurag and Aishani embarked on a journey of discovery. Their bodies intertwined, their moans and whispers of pleasure filling the room. In that moment, they became more than husband and wife; they became lovers, bound by an unspoken promise of intimacy.

But as their bodies lay entangled, a myriad of emotions washed over them. Anurag, once consumed by anger and frustration, felt a glimmer of contentment. Aishani, with her bubbly and soft nature, had awoken a dormant tenderness within him, stirring emotions he never thought he could.

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In the neighborhood of Delhi, a symphony of sounds danced through the air, from the rustling of leaves to the distant honking of vehicles. The sun's golden rays gently caressed the sprawling mansion nestled amidst a meticulously manicured garden. Inside, a loveless marriage brewed its own storm.

Anurag paced restlessly in the opulent living room. His piercing eyes stared coldly at the portrait on the wall, capturing a once happy moment between him and his wife. Aishani, unlike her husband, possessed a heart as soft as a summer breeze.

Aishani had asked him to wait here as she had something important to talk to. She never did anything of this sort so Anurag was a bit skeptical.

"Anurag, why are you always so distant?" Aishani's voice rippled with melancholy as she tried to bridge the vast emotional web that separated them.

"This marriage is nothing but a charade, Aishani. Love is an illusion, and you know it." Anurag's gaze hardened, his voice a frosty whisper.

"But Anurag, we could find love in each other. We just need to make an effort." Tears welled up in Aishani's almond-shaped eyes. She reached out, her hand trembling as she brushed against his, longing for his touch.

"Effort? This marriage was supposed to be a settlement. " His brows furrowed, a mixture of anger and frustration crossing his face. He didn't remove Aishani's hold on his forearm. It unknowingly gave him a sense of comfort.

"Marriage without love is like a garden without flowers, Anurag. Can you not see that we have the power to change our destiny?" Aishani's voice quivered with pain as she fought back tears.

Anurag's mouth twitched, his heart waging an incessant battle. He stepped closer to Aishani, his eyes searching hers for answers. "And what if we fail?"

Aishani's soft voice weaved a tapestry of hope. "Then at least we can say we tried. Isn't that what matters?" And continued, "Because Anurag, I can't go on like this," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Our marriage is empty, and I don't want to live a hollow life anymore. If you still want to continue like this, I want a divorce."

"What are you saying, Aishani? You can't leave me. You're mine!" Anurag's eyes widened, his brows knitting together in anger and concern. His grip tightened until his knuckles turned white.

"I deserve happiness, Anurag. I deserve a love that sets my soul on fire." Aishani recoiled at the possessiveness in his voice, but determination fueled her words.

Anurag's anger flared, his emotions overwhelming him. His voice grew louder, more desperate. "You won't leave me! You belong to me, Aishani! You're my wife! Only mine and in this life, I will never divorce you."

With each passing word, Anurag's possessiveness transformed into something uglier, something she had never seen before. The desperation in his eyes sent chills down her spine.

"No, Anurag! I won't let your possessiveness control me any longer. I deserve better!"

"You're making a mistake, Aishani. I won't let you go!" Anurag stood from his chair, his hands trembling with anger.

But Aishani wasn't backing down. She saw the fear masked behind his rage, the fear of losing the one thing he thought he possessed. She took a step back, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Sometimes, the things we love the most are the ones that suffocate us." At this, Anurag's heart pounded in his chest, torn between his possessiveness and the realization.

The room exuded a solemn air, as if even the walls themselves mourned the crumbling state of his marriage. Anurag could feel the weight of regret heavy on his shoulders, knowing full well that he had played a significant role in dismantling the delicate threads that held their relationship together.

Gazing at the dusty books lining the shelves, he couldn't help but reflect on his own character. Anurag had always been morally ambiguous, comfortable maneuvering in the grey areas of life.

He had chosen Aishani as his life partner merely out of necessity, blindly believing that love could eventually bloom between them. But now, his callousness, his inability to fully commit, had driven them to the precipice of separation.

With a heavy heart, Anurag reached out and touched the edges of their portrait. The image depicted a different time, a time before all the cracks had formed. Aishani's bright, vivacious smile danced in front of his eyes, reminding him of the joy that once enveloped their lives. Regret tore through his chest as he realized the magnitude of his mistakes, the moments he had taken for granted.

Determined to salvage what was left, Anurag made a solemn vow, not just to himself, but to the flickering candle that bore witness to his epiphany. He would fight for their marriage. He would bridge the gaps, find a way to truly understand, appreciate, and love his wife. No longer would he be content with just the superficial, the facade that had bound them until now.

"Aishani." Anurag said, his voice breaking with the weight of his words, "I know I have failed you as a husband. I see the emptiness in your eyes, and it tears me apart. Please, give me another chance."

"Anurag, how can we continue in this loveless marriage? Every day, it feels like we're suffocating. You must understand that I need more." Aishani turned to face him, her eyes filled with a mix of resignation and longing.

"I will do anything, Aishani. I will give you the love, the passion, and the happiness you deserve. Just tell me how to make things right." Desperation etched across his face, Anurag pleaded.

Aishani sighed, her gaze locking with his. "I need you to fight for me, Anurag. Show me that you're willing to break down the walls you've built around your heart. Show me that you can love me, not just in words, but in actions."

"I will do whatever it takes, Aishani. I will learn to love with every fiber of my being. From this day forward, I promise to be the husband you deserve." Determined, Anurag rose from his seat and took her hands in his.

As the flame on the candle flickered and burned brighter, Anurag was full of optimism. The road ahead wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to bend and stretch and transform, all in the name of saving their love. In that solitary moment, he realized that their arranged marriage was not a prison sentence, but an opportunity for growth, compromise, and a deeper connection.

Anurag extinguished the candle, allowing darkness to wash over him. He knew that the path to redemption would be arduous, but he was willing to face the darkest corners of his own soul if it meant rekindling the light in Aishani's eyes. It was time to rewrite the story of their marriage, to mold it into a tale of everlasting love.

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In the dimly lit bedroom, Aishani tossed and turned. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. Her mind whirled with thoughts and anxiety, preventing sleep from embracing her tired body. This is what that had been happening to her since the past 5 days. Since she confessed that she wants a divorce.

Sensing restlessness emanating from his wife bride, Anurag stirred awake. His eyes adjusted to the darkness as he gazed upon the figure beside him. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he realized Aishani's struggle.

He reached out, letting his fingers graze her
arm. "Can't sleep?" Anurag whispered, his voice carrying a soothing melody.

Aishani turned towards him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and longing. "I don't know, Anurag. My mind is filled with worries and uncertainties. Our marriage... dragging it feels like walking into unchartered territory."

"l know this path will be hard for both of us, but I promise you, Aishani, I am here to navigate it with you. I may not be a traditional romantic but I'll do everything in my power to make this marriage a bond built on trust and love." Anurag's gaze softened, filled with understanding.

"What can you do, Anurag? Aishani's heart fluttered at his words, her fears slowly dissipating.

"Firstly, let me offer you solace in my arms. Feel my heartbeat, steady and strong. Let it remind you that you are not alone in this journey." He pulled her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her fragile frame.

Aishani leaned against him, finding comfort in his presence. The warmth of his touch ignited a spark within her, melting away the lingering unease.

"There's something magical about the way you calm me, Anurag. Sometimes when you used to hold me in the night unintentionally, it would be the best sleep of my life. Only the part that you weren't expressive held me back every single time." She whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

"That's because every touch I offer is laced with love. I may not express it through grand gestures and words, but it resides in every action. You're the only woman that has been a part of my life except my mother and sisters. I don't know how to treat a woman. But I am willing to learn." He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering.

Aishani closed her eyes, surrendering to the love that enveloped her in Anurag's arms, the worries of their marriage seemed insignificant- replaced instead by the blossoming hope of a beautiful future together.

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Anurag glanced nervously at Aishani as they sat across from each other in the elegant, dimly lit restaurant. The atmosphere was suffused with
romantic glow, glow, but the tension between them seemed palpable.

It was their first date after their arranged marriage, and Anurag was determined to make
things right. It was 15 days later to their heated conversation and him doing small efforts trying to gain Aishani'a trust when one day he had asked her for a date.

"I was thinking we should go to Paris. I remember once you said that it's your dream destination. We never had our honeymoon so-" Anurag's words stopped as he noticed Aishani's expression falling down.

"I'm sorry, Aishani," he murmured, his voice laced with genuine remorse, "I know I've made mistakes. I haven't been the husband you deserve."

Aishani met his gaze, her eyes shimmering with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "What changed, Anurag?" she asked softly.

"I realized how much I've taken you for granted." Anurag sighed, his fingers trembling slightly as they reached for Aishani's hand.

"I see now that love is not just the fireworks and the passion of the honeymoon phase. It's about understanding, compromise, and never giving up on each other."

"But why now? Why did it take our marriage falling apart for you to see that?" Aishani's expression softened, her walls beginning to crumble.

"I was selfish, Aishani. I thought I could have it all, success and love. But I've come to realize that without you, all my achievements are hollow. You are the missing piece in my life." Anurag looked down, his voice barely above a whisper.

A warm tear rolled down Aishani's cheek as she reached across the table, her fingers intertwining with Anurag's. "Anurag, you're perfect as a man. Always so calm and calculated and caring for my needs. But you're never expressive. You weren't a perfect husband. Someone who I always dreamt of having by my side." She admitted, her voice choked with emotion.

"l know it won't be easy, Aishani, but I'm willing to fight for us. "I am willing to do whatever it takes to rebuild the trust and love we once had." Anurag squeezed her hand, determination burning in his eyes.

"I was blinded by my ambition. But now, Aishani, now all I see is you. The woman I- love and want to spend the rest of my life cherishing." Anurag let out a heavy sigh, his voice flled with regret.

"Let me make it up to you, Aishani. Starting now, l'Il pamper you and nurture our love. I promise you won't have another sleepless night, my love." He moved closer to Aishani, wrapping his arms around her as she leaned into his embrace. His fingers caressed her hair gently, his touch soothing.

As their fingers entwined, a spark of hope flickered between them. The walls they had built were not impenetrable. With time, patience, and genuine effort, Anurag and Aishani will that perhaps their arranged marriage could blossom into a love story for the ages.

As Aishani closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of his love, a glimmer of hope flickered within her. Perhaps, just perhaps, their love could conquer even the most daunting of obstacles.

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As time went on, she realized that Anurag was putting in a lot of effort to make the relationship work. He was always there for her when she needed him, and he went out of his way to show her how much he cared.

Anurag spent hours thinking about what he could do to make things right. He knew that he had to show Aishani how much he loved her and how sorry he was for his actions. He decided to start by writing her a heartfelt letter, pouring out his feelings and apologizing for his mistakes. He also promised to do everything in his power to make things right and to never let her down again.

Next, Anurag decided to plan a surprise for Aishani. He knew that she loved flowers, so he arranged for a beautiful bouquet to be delivered to her at work. Along with the flowers, he included a note that simply said, "I love you and I'm sorry."

Aishani had cried a bucket that day, overwhelmed at his gestured knowing Anurag wouldn't do any such thing even for his family. It was just how he was.

And they both had shared a passionate kiss realizing the chemistry they shared and what they missing.

"I am sorry. I am just inexperienced." Aishani whispered knowing she wasn't able to match his pace.

"If this works Aishani, I know I will never be able to get enough of these lips. Just how perfectly they mould with mine." Anurag whispered grazing Aishani's lips with his thumb.

"And I am the happiest knowing we are each other's firsts. You're the only woman I have the ability to be vulnerable in front of." He confessed with honesty. "I take pride in knowing that you're my wife. A wife that I will cherish forever."

Anurag knew that he had to do more than just send flowers, so he decided to plan a special trip for Aishani. He took her to her favorite vacation spot, and they enjoyed a romantic getaway together. He promised to be a better husband and to always put her first.

Over the next few weeks, Anurag continued to make an effort to show Aishani how much he loved her. He helped out more around the house, took her on surprise dates, and made sure to always listen to her and support her. Slowly but surely, he began to win her back.

Despite her initial reservations, Aishani began to see that Anurag was the one for her. They spent more and more time together, and their feelings for each other grew stronger with each passing day. Eventually, they both realized that they were in love, and they decided to confess their feelings to each other.

The confession of love was a turning point in their relationship. From that moment on, they were committed to making things work, and they became a team. They faced challenges together, but they never lost sight of the love that brought them together in the first place.

"I love you so much Aishani. So much that it will break me apart if we ever decide to be away from each other. I have already given you my heart and soul and it's in your hands to manage them." Anurag confessed.

"I love you too Anurag. I can't ever think of going away from you. You're my everything." Aishani too confessed.

They proved that even in an arranged marriage, love can blossom, and two people can find happiness together.

Anurag and Aishani started to share moments of joy and laughter, and the walls of distrust started to crumble. Neither of them could believe that after a year of struggle, the only thing that was needed was a little understanding and care.

As the love between them grew, they started to dream about their future together. Anurag wanted to give Aishani the best future he could provide for her and Aishani wanted to make it a reality.

Now, Anurag and Aishani have been married for over two years. They have rebuilt their relationship and have created a bond that was unbreakable. They have found true companionship and love with each other and are looking forward to many more years of satisfaction.

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I literally have 10+ half written drafts! Should I work on them?

And guys, do vote and comment.