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Author's pov
All he needed was to hear her voicing out her consent, an oral agreement of what she was signing for. Within a blink, his lips, desperate and eager, ascended on her quivering ones, taking it under his mercy. Captivated in the ferocious dance of his lips, her own, trembling and timid, strived to match the fervour.

Lightning strikes outside in the overcast sky, momentarily illuminating her back through the window as he advanced towards the desk, their lips still aligned. Kicking the chair out his way, he accentuated her on the desk with utter gentleness, a stark contrast of his ferocious lips. Under her bare skin the feeling of the cold surface makes her tremble more.

"Sweet obedient daughters don't allow a man, who sneaked into their room, to touch them. Now, do they ?" Heat crawls on her cheek, his cocky remark left her fidgeting while he made space for himself to stand between her legs.

"Ready for next ?" With fluttering lashes, she coyly looks at him, confusion etching on her countenance. "If you think this is the way I desire to kiss you, you're about to be proven wrong."

Her lips naturally parted under his stroking thumb, her heart thumping in anticipation. "Now open that sweet mouth for me, sweetheart."

His blatant behest made her eyes widened like saucers, only to be replaced with a soft shriek upon receiving a foreboding pinch on the untouched curve. Grasping the opportunity, his expert tongue invaded her mouth, the essence of cigarette on its tip leaving her senses in frenzy.

Panting frantically on his shoulder, the kiss leaving her breathless, she softly melted in his embrace while his hand caressed her long curls.

Goosebumps very evidently lines on her skin, following the descending trail on his lips from her shoulder blade to her palm. Peering through her lashes, she strives to contemplate his next move when he takes a step back, as he brings her palm to the buttons of his shirt.

"Unbutton them for me, baby."

"Me ?" Her face twitched in bewilderment.

"Wouldn't it be kind to return the favour ?" Without an ounce of shame, he enunciated. "Anyway you bought this for me."

"I brought it for you to wear." She bit back in a low voice, the pink of the shirt reflecting on her cheeks. The defiance fading the very next moment under his incenserious repleting amused gaze, feeling the rush of intimidation and adrenaline beneath his towering presence.

With trembling fingers, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and in the meantime his stare pinned her down, keeping her very senses captive of his exigent demeanour. Discarding the shirt once fully unbuttoned, he placed her palm on his chest, just above the thumping organ underneath his ribs.

Comprehension of his silent appeal dawned her in and with hesitant motion, her palm surfed on his bare torso. His muscles tensed simultaneously relaxing beneath her soft touch and it eventually boosted her confidence.

Tipping her chin up, he forced her to match his stare. "You know what, sweetheart, you never treat a woman like shit or unlike the way she desires in bed. That could lead you to getting kicked on the balls, only to be found dead naked and humiliated the next morning."

Her mouth parted, gaping at him like a fish out of water, too flabbergasted to form a reply.

"Right now I am enticed with the idea of corrupting your innocence in the room, which has witnessed it building since childhood." His knuckles agonisingly leisurely trailed the curved line of her spine. "However I would rather like to have my sweet time devouring you, possessing every inch of yours, quenching my thirst with every drop of yours on our wedding night."

Her eyes fell close, a shaky moan venting out as he pushed the strap down her shoulder, replacing it with his own tongue lapping her skin, fulfilling the promise made months ago. "Aah_rav"

"If you want me to say I love you, I'm ready to say it a thousand times. But always remember, it wouldn't be just sweet or innocent. It would be dark and intense and everything you never saw coming."

After creating the art of his profane desires across her skin, his fingers swaddled around her nape, coercing her honey orbs to meet his charcoal blackholes.

"Because love is such a trivial word to describe the way I feel for you. What blazes inside me for you goes through the thin line that divides holy heaven from Hades's inferno. Something that is devious, thronged with erring desires and twisted fantasies."

His words were heavy with conniving commitment, and a thrilling yet terrifying feeling coursed through her.

"And yet, I would gladly be on my knees, submitting on your feet, worshipping and devoting." Leaving a hot trail, his free hand ran back and forth along her thigh to waist. "I don't believe in anything godly, and yet I'm obsessed with every holy shade of brown surfeiting your embodiment."

There's this part of him, wicked and twisted, that desires to crumble her inch by Inch, only to reconstruct a version corrupted by his darkness. And then there's also a part, who starves to be blinded by the light that looms her oh so spiritually.

Overwhelmed by the confession recited from the devil's law, she couldn't bite back the moan as he ventured her closer, their lips parting when their bottoms brushed.

"Marry me, Honey-eye." His words danced like a sweet whisper on her ears.

"Ain't we already married!?" She breathed out, shakily.

'Not like that, sweetheart. Not where you're forced or where I had to act like I want you any less." The peck on her nose bump bewitched her senses, and she found herself falling for him harder and deeper.

"Let's get married." He couldn't help but grin as he wrapped a possessive arm around her frame which was nestled against him.

Moments danced away, accompanying the beats of their hearts. Her body shrink in his embosom, insecurity gnawing at her skin after realising his fingers had been grazing on the surgery scar on her tummy. Tension tethered her shoulders which he tried to ease with pepper kisses.

"Everything about you is so intoxicating, Honey-eye. You must realise how enchanting your existence is, that even the devil bows at your feet."

Her hold tightened around him, her warm and soft breaths dancing on his skin like a teasing feather.

Enough of being the boy she called her nightmare, now he has pledged to be the man of her dreams, her darkest fantasies and veiled desires.

Slowly her eyes began to droop, the exhaustion of the day and the fervent of their combustion, coming upon her.

"This should be the last month of the torturous cold showers." Grimacing at the words, he put on the shirt over her frame. which he discarded earlier.

Hoisting her in his arms, he brought her to the bed, laying her down before switching on the dim yellow light at the bedside, as she prefers. Making himself comfortable beside her, incarcerating her in his possessive arms. "Dream about me, little wife."
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Aarav's pov
Shifting my weight from one leg to another, I ignored the snicker my annoying best friend let out, throwing a warm smile at mom when she stroked my arm soothingly. With an eye roll, Mishti ceased my hands which for the upteeenth time raised to rake through my perfectly set hairs. Snatching my arm away, I ran it down the sherwani to ease down the non-existent wrinkles.

"Stop acting like the paranoid bride yourself."

Mirroring her narrowed eyes, I hissed in low tone, "Fuck off!"

The music changed and I found my breath getting caught in my chest as my Honey-eye emerged in my sight, cladded in the blood red lehenga I spent days searching for. Fuck! It's impossible to look so divine.

There wouldn't exist a bride as beautiful as my wife. She was thriving like a rose, elegant and tender, guarded by the fierce thorns, which everyone seems to fail to notice after being captivated by the delicacy.

So beautiful as a delusion and damn me if I care. I'm way too far bewitched, like a sick fanatic who wouldn't mind dying of this morbidity. Obstinate to amalgamate the unholy smoke of the deadly cigarette with the sweet divine fragrance of the flourishing rose.

Every cell in my body was frozen, that all the things I planned in my head earlier flew away as I stood motionless like an effigy. Ducking her head low, she blushed profusely under my unwavering gaze and everyone around us let out a small guffaw.

Dad stepped down, pulling a bunch of notes out of his pocket as he rounded it around her head and then gave it to Sundeep uncle to distribute. Mish's father let go of her hand and stepping forward, he and dad hugged each other, repeating it a few times.

Her eyes fluttered with the brimming moisture when her parents softly pecked on her forehead and then father-in-law put her hand on my dad's, to bring her to me. In that moment, my gaze fleeting-ly met with my parents-in-law and I reciprocated their smiles with an assuring one, that I've come to learn.

It wasn't a breeze to persuade her father however we did it, together. He couldn't continue to refuse seeing how willing Mish was.

Wiping my clammy quivering hand, I engulfed her soft palm as dad placed it on mine, his gaze warm with utmost trust. Bringing her both palms closer to my lips, I tenderly kissed on them, my intense eyes never leaving her.

"You are staring." She whispered, her tone shy.

"I can't help."

I gushed, as if possessed, and crimson overshadowed the pink artificial tint on her cheeks. A flash of camera intervened the spell and my eyes squinted at Ishan.

"You'll thank me in future for the candid." He shrugged. Idiot.

Soft melody rumbling past my wife's lips brought my attention back to her. This is what I wanted to gift her. The happiness radiating from her, the soft gleam in her eyes. Everything that was snatched from her last time.

As she took another step forward, a gasp exerted her mouth and before she could lose her balance, I already caught her.

"What an amazing timing for self embarrassment." My lips quirked up, hearing her complaint whereas she was busy avoiding my gaze, looking nothing but flustered.

With eyes etching wide, she pulled a step back when I knelt down, fixing her lehenga. Noticing an extra thread peeking through the fabric, I plucked it out for her. "Should I sue the designer for their lethargic behaviour ?"

My eyes craned up only to find her shooting an admonishing glare at me, shaking her head in disbelief.

Filling the gap between her fingers with my own as I got up, we both took our place at the mandap.

(podium)

The wedding banquet erupted with loud cheers and clapping once we exchanged the garlands. The delicacy resting around our neck, beaded beautifully with fresh red roses, and flourishing chrysanthemum and tuberose.

We were both crammed in the rituals though she wasn't subtle in curbing her reactions on my incessant stolen gazes.

In the west, the sun was slowly slithering its way down the horizon. The warm hue spread out like a duvet in the vast sky, ardently embracing the strays of intruding darkness, following a playful and sensual dance, losing itself in the forbidden mating.

This is why I persuaded her to choose this venue. It just symbolises us. Our ineffaceable union.

Inside my pocket, my phone vibrated and a feral faint smirk crawled at the corner of my lips. I've been working on our anniversary present for months and was just waiting for the News. Through the crowd, my eyes met with Sigh, Somani and Ruhaansh, whose eyes were mirroring the relentless gleam.

Every single pheras, every ritual, small or big, every moment and every gaze held a meaning. A meaning I'm going to engrave in my existence. Something I'm going to preserve and protect with everything, even if it meant scorching myself to put that charming smile on her lips.

Our gazes remained intact after I filled the vermillion in her hair partition, her neck craning down on my forehead momentarily, the smile on lips stretching further as she put a tilak that way on my forehead, which I refused to get earlier. My own lips curled at the beautiful curve adorned on her lips.

From beside I heard mom telling about the auspicious good omen belief about vermillion falling on the nose. Honey eye's beautiful honey orbs twinkled at the new found information as her gaze wavered back from Mom to me. Her contented sigh tingled against my skin when I pecked on her nose bump.

The devil within me roared, every single nerve in me ablazing with ecstasy so profound. "Ab to tumhari rooh par bhi mera haq hai."

(From now on even your soul is a possession of mine.)

Her breath audibly hitches in my proximity, her warm sunshine like honey eyes indulging in my darkness thronged charcoal blackholes. All of it feels like déjà vu. Although this time I don't have to pretend like an asshole or speak shits I don't even mean.

"To be forever incarcerated in the devil's Inferno, reigning over it like your territory, your highness." My whispered voice fanned across her skin while I, with tender motions, tied the nuptial chain around her neck. "Happy anniversary, Honey-eye. From here till eternity."

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~T.R