Abhi; ( She stepped out, and my eyes couldn't help but trace every inch of her, from head to toe. She was undeniably aware of my gaze, but how could I not? She looked absolutely stunning, and before I knew it, my eyes wandered, captivated by her beauty. It wasn't intentional—it was as if my heart and eyes had a mind of their own, lost in the moment.)
Ishana; "If you've finished checking me out, how about you stop staring and help me out instead?"
Abhi; "Well, I haven't quite had enough, if you're asking."
Ishana; abhi!!! !!
Abhi ; "Alright, I'll help you. Could you please turn around?"
Ishana; why?
Abhi; "Then how am I supposed to zip up your blouse if you don't turn around?"
You wanted help right?
Ishana; yeh but, i won't turn around.. Do it from the front.
Abhi; okay ( I stepped closer to her as she held the blouse in place to keep it from falling. Gently, I reached behind her, carefully moving her hair to the front before zipping it up. There, it was done. "Good, you've zipped her up—now, it's time to step away.")
Uhh.. I'll go and take shower...
Ishana; Okay..
Abhi; ( I grabbed the shirt and went inside without thinking twice... My heart was racing, and I let out a long breath after closing the door, ..)
Ishana; ( What's going on with him? Why is he running like that? Anyway, how am I supposed to wear this now? Okay, let me try wrapping it around... but how do I make the Pleats?! I quickly searched on Google and found tons of videos. I opened one, and it looked so easy—maybe I can do this. So, I gave it a try, took one side, and started draping it... but it doesn't look anything like it did in the video!...)
Abhi;( i took a shower, and now it feels like my thoughts are finally in control. Ugh, I don't know what happened to me when I was in front of her. I even forgot to breathe. No wonder they call those moments "breathtaking." So, that's what it feels like... Anyway, that's not the point, Abhi. How are you supposed to manage yourself with her if you can't even handle one day? God, help me keep it together...
I put on the shirt, then the trousers, and opened the door. As I did, I caught a glimpse of her—standing in front of the mirror, still struggling with the draping part.
"I leaned against the wall,my gaze fixed on her."
As she looked at me, the world around us faded, and all that existed were her eyes—deep and mesmerizing. I couldn't tear myself away, every step drawing me closer, my gaze locked with hers, as if her eyes were pulling me in, making it impossible to look at anything else. The closer I got, the more I felt lost in the intensity of that moment, bound by the silent connection between us.")
Ishana; (" I'm trying to drape the saree, my eyes kept flickering toward Abhi, who leaned casually against the wall, a soft smile playing on his lips. His gaze was unwavering, fixed on me with a tenderness that made my heart race, as if nothing else mattered but the connection between us."
"He begins to step closer, and with each movement, my heartbeat races faster, as if matching the rhythm of his approach. He's dressed in a crisp white shirt, black trousers, a silver watch gleaming on his wrist, and polished formal shoes, with messy hair. The way he looks, so effortlessly handsome in that attire, makes my breath catch in my throat, leaving me mesmerized by his every step." "As he draws closer, I hold the drapes of my saree, struggling to get it just right. Without a word, he takes the draps from my hands, his touch gentle yet steady, as he begins draping it with care. All the while, his eyes remain locked on mine, a silent connection deepening with every passing second.")
Abhi; ("Seeing her struggle with the drapes of her saree, I step forward and drop to my knees, eager to help her. Though my hands move to adjust the fabric, my eyes remain locked with hers, never leaving her gaze. With every delicate fold, I drape the saree with care, then hand the fabric to her, allowing her to tuck it in,my heart races, knowing that even in this simple moment, every touch, every glance, carries more meaning than words could ever express.")
Ishana; thank you!
( "I take the drape from his hands, tucking it in gently as I whisper a soft 'thank you.' He doesn't speak, but his eyes follow my every move, a silent warmth between us. With a tenderness that makes my heart flutter, he picks up a safety pin, carefully arranging the drapes and securing them, his every touch a quiet promise, his presence filling the space with something unspoken yet powerful.")
Abhi; "You look absolutely stunning," "Are you ready? Hmm... your brother's waiting for us in the lobby. But if you're all set, we can head there whenever you're ready... though, I must admit, I'd be happy to take a little more time, just to enjoy this moment with you. I don't mind keeping you all to myself a little longer before the world gets to see how incredible you look."
Ishana; "Abhi, what's wrong with you today? Why are you acting like this—so full of passion, flirting and all? You know it's not like that between us, and never will be…"
Abhi; "What did I do? It's not wrong to help my fiancée, especially when it comes to making sure she's happy and taken care of. And if I flirt a little, it's just because you drive me crazy in ways I can't even explain. It's not wrong to want to make you feel special, is it?
Ishana; what!! Abhi you have gone insane...
( i adjusted the draps on my shoulder)
Let's go...
Abhi; "I'm gone insane... just for you. The way you make me feel, it's like nothing else matters. I can't help but be drawn to you in ways I never imagined. But, okay, let's go... I'll follow you anywhere, just to be with you."
("I grabbed my suit, and together we made our way out of the room, heading downstairs to the hotel lobby. I pressed the lift button, and in no time, the doors slid open. We stepped inside, and in a short while, we arrived at the lobby floor. As the doors opened, I caught sight of her brother and his wife, sitting there, waiting for us. But all I could focus on was her, the only person who truly mattered in that moment.")