Chapter Six

INAAYA

After a delicious dinner, Ahaan and Zehaan went out for a walk. At least, that’s what they told us.

“Your husband will come back soon,” Aunt said softly.

I had zero ideas of what was going to happen on my wedding night. The thought of Ahaan touching me accelerated my heartbeats. I wasn’t scared, rather nervous. He was my husband and he had the right to touch me… Still, I mean, we barely knew each other… I just hoped my first night with my husband to go well.

“Come, let me take you to your new room.” I followed her upstairs along with my elder sister.

My new life had begun. I was excited and nervous to live it.

We entered Ahaan’s room. It was spacious, white, and lively.

“Ahaan often stays here than at his parents’ place” Aunt chuckled.

“Is his parents’ place not good or big?" Aaliya asked a silly question out of her curiosity.

“The Agnihotri Mansion is extravagant, glamorous and luxurious, however, he enjoys to stay with us” Aunt showed us a luminous walk-in closet where my clothes were already set neatly, and that the closet lead to a large bathroom. “To be honest, Ahaan rarely has time for himself. He’s always busy with shoots and film promotions.”

“Oh, I see…” Aaliya rounded her lips as we walked out of the big closet.

“It’s your wedding night and my darling, don’t make it awkward for your husband.” Aunt giggled.

My cheeks flushed crimson red. Did that mean Ahaan was going to touch me tonight? If he was planning to consume our marriage with me on our wedding night, I didn’t know how I was going to be un-shy before him. I hoped not to flinch when he would touch me or nervous off when he would want to have me…

“Enjoy your wedding night” Aaliya smirked with a wink.

“Aaliya!” I whisper-scolded. Why was she teasing and making me shy than I already was?

“What? You don’t wanna enjoy your wedding night your hottie husband?” She gave me a smug smile, poking me at the waist.

I glared, trying to control my blush while she laughed at me.

“Aalu, don’t tease her. Let’s go.” Aunt took my annoying sister out of the room. Sigh. I once again wondered how was she was my big sister when most of the time she acted like a younger one.

I saw a large picture frame of Ahaan and Zehaan hung on the bedpost wall. They seemed to be teenagers, twinning in same t-shirt’s and had their arms around each other’s neck. They looked like brothers more than best friends. The same was their bond—brotherly. I already had started admiring their friendship and brotherhood.

My attention was soon caught by Ahaan’s eyes. His ocean blues eyes were captivating, spirited, and insanely gorgeous. It felt like those ocean blues were made for him. Only for him. I was falling in love with his eyes. They were so spellbinding. I could get lost in them forever.

“I adore my blues too.” A deep, smoky, manly voice whispered in my ear.

I gasped and shuddered. It took me a moment to realize it was Ahaan’s voice. I’d gotten so lost in admiring his picture that I didn’t notice his presence in the room. Our room…

“I-I’m… sorry… I-I…” I trailed off nervously, turning back. I wasn’t even looking at him, rather staring at his broad chest.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t be ashamed or did I mean to scare you off,” he spoke, placing a hand on my shoulder. I tried hard yet I flinched a little at his touch.

“Don’t be afraid of me, Inaaya.

Look at me.” My head slowly raised up as my eyes met his.

Hazels met Blues.

Ahaan possessed broad shoulders and a broad chest. He was tall and lean and an insanely handsome man. His facial features were sharp and defined. His raven hair was tousled and luscious. His personality was effortlessly charming—I now realized why he owned a massive female following and why he was a Megastar.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Why are so scared of me and my touch?” he said. Sincerity sparkled in his eyes.

“I-I… I’m not s-scared. I’m nervous” my voice stuttered.

“Okay. Umm… wanna know a fun fact?” When I nodded, he continued, “My twin, Ahaana, and I are polar opposites. The only thing we have in common is the thing you were busy admiring about me in that picture frame. Blues eyes.”

I giggled softly. He chuckled. God, his manly chuckle too was admirable and attractive.

I couldn’t believe the man behind whom women went crazy was now my husband. Ahaan Agnihotri, the Megastar, was married to me. I wanted to run away from him so I could blush freely.

“Happy wedding!” he smiled cheerfully as he stretched out his hand.

“H-happy w-wedding.” I coyly shook my small hand with his warm and large one.

“Inaaya.” The way he took my name was melody to ears. Oh my, this man was gorgeous in every way. “I know it’s uncomfortable and awkward between us. But I’m sure, it wouldn’t exist forever if you try to be comfortable around me. If you try not to flinch away every time I touch you. So, please don’t be shy in front of me. You’re my wife, you don’t have to hide your true self from me. And if you have a problem with anything, please do tell me about it. Okay?”

“Okay.” A soft smile spread across my lips.

“We will have to try to know about each other. Things will be easier then and our hidden accidental marriage will work.”

“If you ever feel to leave me—”

He interjects, “Unless you want me to. I won’t ever break this marriage. You have my word.”

You have my word... I knew you were a man of your word, Ahaan. I knew it well by now. You could’ve agreed to marry me and didn’t show up on our Nikah. But you did not. You married me. You kept your word.

“Erm…” He scratched his nape. “You freshen up in our room. I'll go freshen up in asshole’s—I mean Zehaan’s room.”

I nodded.

He collected his sweatpants and t-shirt from his closet before he exited our room. While I grabbed a kurta and salwar and took off to freshen up in the lavish bathroom.

• • •

My husband sat on an exquisite armchair as he worked on his phone. I watched him quietly sitting at the bed’s edge.

It was almost midnight. I was waiting for him to finish his work so we could sleep. Though not together or… if he wanted me to sleep with him… I had absolutely no idea.

He set his phone on the nightstand, picked up a navy pillow and a matching comforter. “I’ll sleep on the couch. You sleep on the bed,” he said softly.

I couldn’t let him sleep on the couch. He was my husband; it didn’t feel right of me to let him sleep on an uncomfortable small couch. He wouldn’t be able to sleep properly.

I soared to my feet. “I’ll sleep on the couch. You sleep on the bed.”

He was amused for a moment. “Inaaya, it’s okay. I can sleep on the couch. You take the bed.”

“No, Ahaan.” I bit my tongue for being so loud. “You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“You’re a woman. You should sleep on the bed.”

“It doesn’t matter if a man or a woman sleeps on the couch.”

“See, let me take the couch and you the bed, okay.”

“No, I’ll take the couch.”

“Inaaya—”

“We both should sleep on the bed. It would be a better option,” I said to end the ‘sort of argument’ we were having on our wedding night and which didn’t seem a great start for us according to me.

He sighed. “I won't mind unless you mind.”

“All married couples sleep on the same bed.”

“Right.” He presented his pillow and comforter on our bed. “Ladies first.” He gestured me to the left side of the bed.

I shyly laid down on the side allotted to me. He put a warm cozy-cozy comforter over my body the moment he settled on the other side.

“I keep A.C. on a low temperature so you might feel cold.”

“Thank you.” Smiling, I rolled on my side to face him.

“You’re welcome, wifey,” he smiled charmingly. “Mind if I compliment you again? Because you really were looking glorious on our Nikah.”

My heart fluttered like a butterfly at his lovely words. My cheeks must be tinted rosy red by blushing so hard and raw. I was content—my husband praised me twice for my bridal look. I couldn’t be happier.

“You look cute when you blush.” His finger poked my cheek and he grinned.

My heart fluttered all over again. This man was doing magic to me.

“Goodnight, wifey.”

“Goodnight,” I whispered, before dipping into a pool of nice sleep.