Disha reached Singhania Mansion along with Vidyut and Sameer. She went straight to her room, bidding farewell to both of them.
Disha was happy after the revelation thinking that when Aryan learns everything, at least he will have his brother and best friend back.
"Where were you?" Aryan asked after coming out of the bathroom, having freshened up.
Disha jumped in fear because she didn't know that Aryan had already arrived home. Placing her hand on her rapidly beating heart, she looked at Aryan and asked, "You're home? So early?"
Aryan, without saying anything, went to the closet and came out wearing a tuxedo. Disha was left speechless as seeing him in his handsome and powerful aura.
Aryan, putting on his watch, looked at her and said, "I have a party to attend, with my spouse. So, get ready quickly; we need to leave soon. I've already informed mom."
Disha, upon hearing Aryan's words, felt furious and exclaimed, "I don't want to go to any party. I'm not here to follow your orders."
Aryan, sensing Disha's response, gently approached her, took her hand, and in angry tone said, "In case you've forgotten, let me remind you that we got married under these conditions, right? That we'll live like a married couple. And even if you don't feel like it, you have to accompany me."
Saying this Aryan started heading towards the door, paused, turned towards Disha, and said, "Just 15 minutes." With that, he left the room.
Disha, reluctant but needing to get ready, went into the closet. Unsure about the type of party or what to wear, she decided on a burgundy-colored dress that Nita had bought for her. Disha had adorned a full-length gown dress, featuring netted back that revealed her back entirely. To maintain modesty, she elegantly covered it with her hair.
Disha sat in front of the dressing table after wearing the dress and quickly did her makeup. Disha meticulously crafted her eye makeup to complement the dress, opting for a nude lipstick. Despite deciding against bangles due to the dress's intricate detailing, she retained her sindoor and mangalsutra.
Disha, after getting ready, headed towards the living room where Aryan and other family members were seated. Nita, upon seeing her, immediately embraced Disha and complimented, "You look lovely, beta. Enjoy the party to the fullest."
Everyone else also complimented Disha except Aryan. She smiled and thanked everyone for compliments, and bid them goodbye before leaving for the party with Aryan.
Aryan couldn't help but notice that Disha looked stunning, even though he didn't wanted to admit it.
Aryan, concentrating on the road, cautioned, "Disha, at the party, if anyone offers you a drink, don't accept it."
The journey continued with Disha silently observing the surroundings, not offering a response to Aryan's words.
Disha and Aryan arrived at the grand venue, a luxurious hotel named "Blue Diamond," known for its exquisite beauty and opulent surroundings. The hotel stood as a symbol of sophistication and charm.
As Aryan and Disha stepped out of the car and headed toward the party hall, Aryan placed his hand on Disha's waist. The moment they entered the elevator, Disha pushed Aryan's hand away and sternly stated, "Mr. Singhania, I came here because you wanted me to come to the party. Don't expect more, and please keep your distance."
Aryan approached Disha and whispered, "We are here as a married couple, so you need to behave accordingly." Saying this, he placed his hand on Disha's waist as they exited the elevator together.
As Aryan and Disha entered the party hall, many people approached Aryan to greet him, and he respectfully acknowledged each one. Disha observed a different side of Aryan here – everyone seemed to respect and admire him. Aryan greeted everyone, introducing her to the guests.
Aryan was engaged in many business-related discussions, and during those conversations, Disha noticed a spark in his eyes. That day, Disha truly realised how much Aryan loved his work.
As the party progressed, and everyone got engrossed in drinks and business discussions, Disha, wearing heels, began to feel pain in her feet. Aryan noticed this, guided her to sit on a sofa, and was about to join her when some people approached him for a conversation. Even though he engaged in discussions, he kept glancing at Disha who was sitting on the sofa.
Disha called the waiter, intending to ask for refreshments, but due to the high volume of the music, the waiter misunderstood her and brought a French martini. Without giving it much thought, Disha downed the entire glass in one go and enjoyed the taste. Impressed, she signaled for another glass.
As Disha started drinking the second glass and had finished it. She started feeling quite uneasy, and decided to head towards the washroom.
As Disha made her way down the corridor towards the washroom, the impact of the alcohol started to take effect. Clinging to the side wall for support, she navigated slowly, feeling the surroundings spinning around her.
Aryan, engrossed in conversations, suddenly noticed Disha's absence from her seat. Concerned, he swiftly approached the sofa area where glasses were placed, and upon checking, he realised that Disha might have consumed alcohol.
Aryan, concerned about Disha's state, searched for her outside the party hall. He found her speaking animatedly to a wall, clearly affected by the alcohol she had consumed.
Aryan swiftly approached Disha, questioning her presence, and Disha, while gesturing towards the wall, explained, "Mr Singhania, look at this door. I've been attempting to open it for quite some time, but it seems to be stuck."
Aryan, holding Disha's hand, started to walking towards the elevator but Disha stopped in her tracks and tried to free her hand.
Aryan, with a mix of anger and frustration said, "Disha, come with me."
Disha, with tears in her eyes, responded, "You always shout like this."
As she said this, Disha attempted to free her hand, and in the process, her heel slipped, and she was about to fall. Aryan swiftly caught her by the waist and steadied her.
Aryan, eager to avoid additional complications, holds Disha's hand tightly and dragged her to the elevator. After a quick conversation with the owner, he secured a room on the top floor. Upon reaching the room, the manager, recognising Aryan, promptly provided the keys and opened the door.
Aryan led Disha towards the bed and then proceeded to lock the door. Frustration evident on his face, he ran his hands through his hair.
Aryan observed Disha struggling to rise from the bed, facing difficulty. After considerable effort, she managed to sit up, and in a moment of overwhelming emotions, she approached Aryan, gently swaying, and suddenly hugged him. Aryan, completely taken aback by the sudden hug but he composed himself and embraced her with the same intensity.
After breaking the hug, Disha guided Aryan to the bed, ensuring he was seated. She settled down next to him, taking hold of his hand and intertwining their fingers.
As Aryan experienced this calming moment, he found immense joy in it. They hadn't spoken for weeks, and the touch brought a sense of relief and contentment, filling Aryan's heart with happiness.
Disha, looking at Aryan, in her intoxicated state, said, "See how calm and handsome you look now." Immediately after uttering these words, she surprised Aryan by placing a gentle peck on his lips.
Aryan, composedly, responded, "Well, I'm glad you find me handsome." He decided to play along with Disha, aware that she might not recall this interaction tomorrow, and they would eventually go back to their usual no-talking-terms.
Disha giggled and said, "Mr Singhania
Aryan, interrupted her and asked, "Disha Why did you suddenly started calling me Mr. Singhania? You used to call me Aryan, didn't you?"
Disha tried to look into Aryan's eyes, but due to the effects of the alcohol, her eyes kept blinking. She playfully freed her hand from Aryan's grasp and, while pressing his nose with her finger, said, "Because of you."
Aryan gently removed Disha's finger from his nose and, with a puzzled expression, asked, "Because of me?"
Disha vigorously nodded and, attempting to speak with a stern tone, said, "You know, Mr. Singhania, things were different when I used to call you Aryan, and now things are different." After saying this, Disha covered her mouth with her hand and started giggling.
Aryan, enjoying Disha's drunken playful antics, chuckled and asked, "How so?"
Disha folded her hands over her chest and said, "Because now I don't like you, so for now, you're just Mr. Singhania." And again, she started giggling and lay down on the bed.
Aryan, initially confused, then shocked, finally realised the meaning behind Disha's words. He immediately lifted Disha and asked, "Disha, what did you mean by that just now?"
With a playful expression, Disha pouted and inquired, "What do you mean by what, Mr. Singhania?"
Aryan, brimming with excitement yet growing impatient, gently cupped Disha's face with both hands and earnestly inquired, "Disha, does your recent statement imply that you like me?"
Disha innocently nodded but quickly added, "I meant I used to like you, but not anymore." Saying this, she playfully pinched Aryan's nose and burst into giggles.
Aryan playfully smirked and said, "You sure about that, Disha, that you don't like me anymore?" Saying this, he leaned closer, bringing his lips tantalizingly close to Disha's.
Amidst her giggles and intoxicated state, Disha was taken aback by Aryan's approach. As he drew near, her heart raced, and she discovered herself rendered speechless, unable to articulate her thoughts in that captivating moment.
Disha slowly closed her eyes and brought her lips closer to Aryan's. However, Aryan refrained from kissing her and slightly moved back. Disha opened her eyes and asked, "What happened?"
Aryan, looking at Disha, responded, "Disha, you've had a drink. Tomorrow, you might not remember, and even if you do, you'll regret it."
Ignoring the caution, Disha closed the gap between her and Aryan, sitting on his lap, and said, "Mr. Singhania, don't worry about what I'll feel or think tomorrow."
Aryan, looking into Disha's eyes, remarked, "No, Disha, you've had a drink."
Disha, now considerably sober, placed her left hand on Aryan's shoulder, tangled her right hand in back of his hair and teasingly, she went towards his ear, breathed in, and softly said, "Aryan."