As morning unfolded, Disha realized Aryan was absent from the bed. The sound of running water from the bathroom suggested he was taking a shower. Assuming this, she decided to return to sleep. Upon hearing the bathroom door open, she turned to see Aryan standing tall, a towel snugly wrapped around his waist. The sight of Aryan's chiseled physique, accentuated by six-pack abs, left Disha in awe.
Aryan, smirking, remarked, "Déjà vu." Amused, Disha covered her face with the blanket, giggling. Seating himself beside her, Aryan gently uncovered her face, delicately pulling her hand to guide her into a seated position on the bed.
Before Disha could utter a word, Aryan leaned in for a tender kiss, greeting her with a playful "Good Morning, Wifey." The endearment brought a warm smile to Disha's face, and she responded in kind with a cheerful "Good Morning."
Teasingly raising an eyebrow, Aryan remarked, "Just 'Good Morning'? What about my morning kiss?" Leaning closer, he offered his cheek for a kiss. In surprise, Disha questioned whether he was aware of her morning kiss routine.
Aryan planted a sweet peck on her lips and, making his way to the closet, casually mentioned, "Yes, every time you moved your hand away, I would woke up from that. I'm a light sleeper, wifey."
Aryan retreated to the closet while Disha headed to the bathroom. When she emerged, having donned a bathrobe, she found Aryan engrossed in reading a file on the sofa. As Aryan's eyes lingered on Disha, and without uttering a word, she made her way into the closet to pick a saree.
Opting for a dark green saree, Disha began draping it when, unexpectedly, the closet door swung open from the outside. It was an oversight; she had forgotten to lock it. Aryan entered and stood there, his gaze catching Disha off guard as she was still in the process of putting on the saree, creating an awkward moment.
With a smirk, Aryan remarked, "Let me help you with this."
Disha hesitated, taking a step back, "No, Aryan, I can manage. Wait outside; I'll be done in 2 minutes."
Aryan remained in place, his gaze fixed on Disha. She knew convincing him to leave now would be challenging. Slightly trembling, she started draping the saree, feeling the awkwardness of the situation. Aryan observed with curiosity as she managed to wrap the saree around herself. Despite the unusual circumstances, she completed the process, meeting Aryan's gaze with an awkward smile.
Aryan closed the gap between them, taking 2-3 steps towards Disha, eliminating any remaining distance. Disha still avoided meeting Aryan's eyes. Aryan gently lifted Disha's face with his hand, looking into her eyes, and asked, "What happened, Wifey? Why such an awkward smile today?"
Having said that, he brushed Disha's hair behind her ear with a gentle touch, intentionally grazing her cheek.
Aryan's gaze lingered on Disha's neck, bearing the visible mark from his bite the night before. Delicately, trailing his fingers over the mark, then leaned down to place a gentle kiss upon it. Disha's response was profound, as that particular area held heightened sensitivity for her, causing the kiss to evoke an intense and euphoric reaction, seeing Disha's reaction he moved toward her lips, kissing her tenderly.
The gentle kiss evolved into a passionate exchange, and both found themselves immersed in the moment, savoring each other's presence. Breaking the kiss, Aryan expressed, "Your lips are like an addiction to me. I could kiss you all day." As he spoke, he tenderly brushed his thumb over Disha's lips.
Disha, blushing with a shy demeanor reminiscent of a teenage girl, remained speechless. Recognizing her reaction, Aryan leaned in to place a tender kiss on her forehead. Following this intimate moment, they both exited the closet. Aryan settled on the sofa, and Disha moved towards the dressing table.
Aryan reminded Disha to conceal that mark, while she was seated at the dressing table.
Disha had tried repeatedly to conceal the mark using foundation and compact, but a subtle trace persisted. As a last resort, she opted to keep her hair open, effectively covering the mark with her hair. After applying a simple makeup look, she stood before Aryan, ready for the day.
When Aryan turned to her, he found she was already standing. Seeing her, he smiled and stood up. Subsequently, the two of them left together, making their way downstairs to the living room.
Everyone gathered in the living room to have breakfast together. After sipping coffee, Aryan prepared as usual to head to the office. Disha accompanied him to the main door to say goodbye.
As Disha bid Aryan farewell and turned around, her gaze fell upon Vidyut, who was walking in same direction wearing formal attire. She inquired, "Bhai, are you also going to the office?"
Vidyut, unaware of Aryan's presence, paused and replied, "Yes, I joined today."
Aryan, on his way to the car, overheard Disha and Vidyut talking, causing him to stop and look at them with growing anger.
Disha playfully smacked her head and said, "Oh, everyone's been discussing at home that you'll be joining the office and I forgot about that."
Continuing with a congratulatory tone, Disha added, "Congratulations, Bhai, and all the best for your future." Vidyut smiled and thanked her.
Just then, Aryan arrived, grabbing Disha's hand in anger, compelling her to step back, and positioned himself in front of Vidyut. Witnessing Aryan's abrupt entrance, Vidyut was a bit shocked and attempted to explain, "Aryan, she was just congratulating me."
Still holding Disha's hand tightly and glaring at Vidyut, Aryan sternly declared, "I'm saying it now, and I won't repeat it. Stay away from her and don't talk to her about anything."
Vidyut, not wanting to escalate the situation, raised his hands in surrender and turned towards his car. As soon as Vidyut was out of sight, Aryan forcefully pulled Disha's hand, positioning her in front of him.
Aryan's eyes were ablaze with the same fury as before, sending a wave of fear through Disha. Aryan, in his anger, tightened his hold on Disha's hand, causing her increasing distress.
Disha, wincing in pain, pleaded, "Aryan, let go of my hand. It's hurting."
Aryan, completely consumed by his anger, remained indifferent to Disha's pain.
Sobbing, Disha implored once more, "Aryan, my hand, it hurts."
This time, Aryan forcefully pushed Disha's hand away in a fit of rage. He seized the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and locked eyes with her, his gaze intense and unrelenting.
Frightened by the resurgence of Aryan's aggression, Disha frantically attempted to loosen his grip on the back of her neck.
Tears welled up in Disha's eyes, and in one swift motion, Aryan removed his hand from the back of her neck. In anger, he headed towards his car without glancing back at Disha, who was now openly sobbing. He sat in his car and drove off to the office, leaving Disha behind, engulfed in profound melancholy.
Aryan's car vanished from Disha's sight, with tears streaming down her eyes, Disha looked at her hand, where the mark from Aryan's tight grip had appeared, causing her pain.
Disha, wiping away her tears, meticulously cleaned her face to conceal any traces of her emotional moment. She then proceeded to the living room and took a seat next to Nita, who was absorbed in her mobile activities while sitting on the sofa.
Nita felt Disha's presence beside her, prompting her to set aside her phone. With an eager tone, she turned towards Disha and shared the exciting news, "Disha, we're having a party at our house tomorrow! Grandpa has thrown a party to celebrate Vidyut becoming the MD."
Disha managed to put on a smile on her face and exclaimed, "Wow, that's fantastic news!"
Nita reached for some invitation cards on the side table and stated, "These cards are for your parents and friends. We'll be heading out shortly to invite your parents, so go ahead and get ready."
Handing a few cards to Disha, she added, "I've set aside these cards for you. You can invite your friends; it might be enjoyable for you as well."
With a smile, Disha nodded and headed towards her room to get ready.
As Disha entered her room, she grappled with the dilemma of hiding the mark on her hand. Attempting to cover it up, she adorned herself with extra bangles. However, despite her efforts, the mark remained visible through the gaps between the bangles, posing a challenge to her attempts at concealment.
Feeling frustrated, Disha headed to her closet and started searching for an outfit. Amidst her search, she spotted an Anarkali dress with full sleeves. Extracting the dress, she decided to get ready in that particular outfit. Upon donning the dress, Disha observed that the mark on her hand was successfully concealed. To cover the mark on her neck, she used a dupatta and completed her look with a regular makeup routine.
Having gotten ready, Disha descended to the living room, where Nita awaited her. Subsequently, both of them sat together in the car and departed from the mansion, heading towards Disha's home.