Author's POV:-

Finally, it was Sunday. As much as Arushi was excited, a nervous flutter stirred within her. Ever since that night, her husband's teasing and shameless flirting had left her wide-eyed, catching her off guard at every turn.

It was the first time she had seen this side of him—bold, playful, and utterly relentless. And now, one thing was certain: when it came to romance, her husband was anything but naive.

Aarushi POV:-

I was searching for the perfect dress to wear tonight. Yesterday, I had settled on a saree, but then Avii suggested I go for something different—something more comfortable.

After much thought, I finally decided on a sleek bodycon dress. To complete the look, I chose the matching black lingerie I had bought a few days ago—ironically, at Aryaa’s insistence.

Just the sight of the delicate fabric in my hands sent a rush of heat to my cheeks. It was daring, revealing—almost sinful. It would barely cover anything.

Looking at it now, it almost felt like something designed for someone who had just stepped into their teenage years.

I quickly called Aryaa angrily.

'Yeh tune kya kharida mere se ...yeh toh mere size ki bhi nahi hain...kaise pehanu aaj raat. Ab mein kya firse jau uss shop mein change karwane k liya??'

'Kya bole jaa rahi hain tu ?? Kya size ki nahi hain??' she asked confusingly.

'Are yeh lingerie jo tune boli kharidne k liye??' I asked gritting my teeth.

Listening to it she laughed in response, ' Lingerie aise hi hoti hain baby..the size is perfect for you'

'But it will not cover up anything...upar se half transparent hain' I cried.

To which she laughed more, 'Are pagal ro kyu rahi hain..tu bohut hot dikhegi isme...just wear it na baba. .your husband will go super crazy for you'

She teased, making my cheeks burn an even deeper shade of red.

'And all the best ...save your energy for night' Listening to it I hurriedly cut the call biting my lips.

Author's POV:-

It was evening when Aarushi got ready and to surprise him with the  overall look ,she is not letting him enter the room.

'Ho gayi Aarushi ?? May I come inside now??' Avijeet asking the same from past one hour.

'Uff 5 minute rukiye na bahar...mujhe ache se makeup karne dijiye' she shouts back from inside.

'Its been one hour Aarushi. Tui 6 pm baje room k andar ghuse ho and it not 7pm jaan' he chuckles.

He got no reply as Aarushi is checking herself for the last time in the mirror before opening the door.

As decided she is wearing blood red black body cone dress highlighting the curves perfectly. She wears a diamond pendant with it which he has gifted her on their marriage and make her hair in tight sleek bun.

Before he could go to the living room, the door clicked open.

'kaise lag rahi hu Avi??' she screamed from his behind.

He looked back at her from top to bottom admiring her overall look. She is looking smoking hot.

He held her hand pulling her softly.

'Gorgeous as usual' he said kissing her knuckles. She blushed.

"But…" he trailed off, his tone teasing, "I do feel a little bad for you."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Kyun?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, his smirk unmistakable—

"Tumne ek ghante se jo itni mehnat ki hai… sab bekaar ho jayega, sweetheart." He paused, his voice dropping lower. "Because no matter what, it’s all going to be ripped off by me tonight".

She gasped pushing him lightly.

'Mein na keha rahi hu aap mere Avijeet nahi hain..aap koi aur hain... mujhe mere Avijeet wapas lauta dijiye...woh itna besharam nahi hain' she whines loudly making him laugh out loud.

He kissed her temple by pulling her close by her waist, 'I am your Avijeet jaan..but just an updated version..just like you want to see me'

She eyed him, '"Not an upgraded version—you're a completely shameless version!"

A playful smirk tugged at his lips. "Jaan, you haven’t even seen my shameless side yet…" He leaned in, his voice a husky whisper. "This is just 0.01% of it."

Her breath hitched, and she quickly looked away, heat creeping up her neck. But Avijeet? He was thoroughly enjoying her flustered state.

She without replying dragged him, 'Chaliye ab late ho rahe hain hum log'.

'Acha let's go' he smiled interwining her fingers with his.

They arrived at the restaurant where he had reserved a table the day before. But this wasn’t just any restaurant—it was one of the most luxurious and exclusive in the city.

Aarushi looked around in awe, her eyes widening at the breathtaking décor. Since it was Valentine’s Week, everything was adorned with red hearts, fairy lights, and a soft romantic ambiance.

With a charming smile, he pulled out a chair for her. She blushed at the sweet gesture, settling down as he took his seat across from her.

"Just pick some dishes for us, main abhi aata hoon?" he said, getting up.

Her brows furrowed. "Kahan ja rahe ho?"

"Just five minutes, jaan," he murmured with a smirk before walking away, leaving her curious.

She sighed and turned her attention to the menu, scanning the dishes, when suddenly, a soft voice called her name.

"Aarushi?"

Startled, she looked up—only to see a bouquet of tulips being presented in front of her. Her heart skipped a beat.

And there he was—Avijeet—kneeling down before her, his eyes filled with love and mischief.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Aarushi," he said, his voice warm and sincere.

She immediately stood up in shock, making him rise as well. Taking the bouquet from his hands, she traced the delicate petals with admiration.

"It’s beautiful, Avii… but why tulips? People usually give roses to their partners on Valentine’s, right?" she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

He chuckled, his gaze unwavering. "I don’t know about roses, but I do know one thing—how much my wife loves tulips… more than anything else."

Before she could respond, he gently took her hand, sliding a shimmering ring onto her finger.

She caressed the ring, her fingers tracing its delicate design as emotions swelled within her. Tears brimmed in her eyes, overwhelmed by the love and thoughtfulness behind his gesture. Without a second thought, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly as if she never wanted to let go.

"Thank you, Avii… for making me feel so special," she whispered against his chest. "And Happy Valentine's Day to you too… I love you more than anything in this world."

He smiled, his heart swelling with warmth. Gently, he cupped her face, tilting it up to meet his gaze before pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.

"You are special, my wife," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness. "And I love you too, jaan… more than words can ever express."

After enjoying dinner, they both came to the hotel few minutes away from the restaurant. He opens the door with key making her breath hitched.

The room is too decorated with red hearts and some glowing lights. He is just looking at her reaction by leaning at the door.

She looked back at him, her eyes searching his as he raised his eyebrows, silently asking for her opinion.

Instead of answering with words, she stepped closer, gripping his collar and pulling him towards her, her lips barely inches away from his. But just as she was about to close the distance, he caught her by the nape, holding her in place with a firm yet gentle grip.

Her smile faltered, confusion flickering in her eyes as he shook his head with a knowing smirk.

She was about to lower her gaze, but he caught her chin between his fingers, forcing her to maintain eye contact.

"Don’t you dare let any silly thoughts enter that pretty head of yours," he murmured, his voice deep and teasing.

"We will have our kiss, jaan… but let’s make it a little more… interesting, hmm?"

Before she could even process his words, he kicked the door shut behind them, the automatic lock clicking into place.

Her breath hitched. "What do you mean by that, Avii? I… I don’t understand," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

He bent slightly, his intense gaze locking with hers. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his tone softer now, yet laced with something deeper.

Without hesitation, she nodded. "Of course, Avii."

"Good," he whispered, brushing a feather-light kiss over her lips.

"Then you’ll have to do exactly as I say. Got it?"

She nodded again, closing her eyes briefly, her heart pounding in anticipation.

A slow smirk played on his lips as he moved toward the sofa, sitting comfortably, one leg crossed over the other, his eyes never leaving hers.

"First," he commanded smoothly, "throw your bag to the corner."

A small, playful smile tugged at her lips as she tossed her bag onto the bed without question.

"Good…!" he praised, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"Now," he whispered, his voice turning velvety, "walk towards me… slowly."

She obeyed, taking measured steps toward him, her pulse quickening with every inch she closed between them.

"Closer," he urged, his gaze darkening.

She stepped in until she was mere inches away.

But the next moment, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in shock at his next command—

"Undress me."

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