The next morning, Ananya went through her usual routine, trying to focus on her studies. Despite the excitement and the lingering memories of the previous day, she knew she had to keep up with her coursework. Her classes went by in a blur, her mind frequently drifting back to thoughts of Devansh.
After her final class of the day, Ananya gathered her belongings and was about to head home when her phone buzzed with a message.
"Someone is waiting for you outside. Come to the college gate fast."
Ananya frowned, puzzled by the unexpected message. She had no idea who could be waiting for her. Curiosity piqued, she quickly made her way to the college gate. As she stepped outside, she froze in surprise.
There, standing in front of a sleek, black luxury car, was Devansh. He looked as regal and composed as always, his presence commanding attention. Dressed in a tailored suit, his expression was calm yet intent.
Ananya's heart skipped a beat. She had not expected to see him here. Devansh's eyes lit up when he saw her, and he took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
"Ananya," he greeted her warmly. "I hope I'm not interrupting your day."
She shook her head, still trying to process the surprise. "Devansh, what are you doing here?"
He smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Our families are out shopping for the engagement. I thought we should join them."
Ananya felt a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness. "Oh, I see. That sounds wonderful."
He extended his hand to her. "Shall we?"
With a nod, Ananya took his hand, and they got into the car. The drive to the shopping district was filled with light conversation, with Devansh asking about her day and sharing snippets about his work. Ananya felt herself relaxing in his company, his presence both calming and exhilarating. Yet, she couldn't shake off a sense of shyness, especially under his intense gaze.
As they sat in the car, Devansh tried to engage her in conversation. "How was your day at college?" he asked, his tone gentle.
"It was good," Ananya replied, her voice soft.
He smiled. "What subjects are you studying?"
"Economics and literature," she answered, her eyes flicking up to meet his before lowering again.
"That's interesting. I studied business and management myself," he said, trying to keep the conversation flowing.
Ananya nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his presence. "Yes."
Devansh noticed her shyness and decided to give her space. He kept the conversation light, talking about his own college days and sharing some humorous anecdotes. Ananya found herself smiling and occasionally laughing at his stories, though she mostly nodded or responded with short answers.
By the time they reached the store, she felt a little more at ease. They entered the store and quickly found their families. Ananya greeted everyone with a warm smile, feeling the affectionate welcome from Devansh's family.
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The family gathered for the fitting session was buzzing with excitement. As she greeted everyone, his mother, Malini Devi, approached her to discuss the engagement plans. They moved to the side, chatting animatedly while selecting dresses. She was deep in conversation with Priya when she headed to the trial room to change.
Inside the trial room, she struggled with hooking the blouse. The delicate hooks eluded her fingers, and she called out to Priya for help. However, outside, Priya got caught up with another matter. Devyansh, who had been standing nearby, heard her call. Before he could respond, she assumed it was Priya and asked him to come inside to help.
He looked around, ensuring no one else was watching, then quietly slipped into the trial room. She was absorbed in adjusting her lehenga, not noticing him in the mirror. His breath caught in his throat as he took in her appearance-she looked stunning.
"Priya, zara madad karna," she called out, her voice tinged with frustration.
"Koi baat nahi," Devyansh said softly, stepping closer. "Main madad kar deta hoon."
She looked up, startled, and their eyes met in the mirror. Her initial shock turned into a deep blush, and she bit her lip, suddenly shy.
"Devyansh, tum?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He nodded, his fingers deftly working on the hooks. "Haan, Priya busy thi. Main help kar deta hoon."
With tentative hands, he reached for the hooks, his fingers brushing against her bare skin. The touch sent a shiver down her spine. She looked up, startled, and their eyes met in the mirror. Her initial shock turned into a deep blush, and she bit her lip, suddenly shy.
"Thank you," she whispered, her eyes still locked with his in the mirror.
Devyansh's hands lingered on her shoulders. "Tum bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho," he said, his voice husky. The intensity in his gaze made her heart race.
She turned to face him, their proximity suddenly overwhelming. "Devyansh..." she began, but her words trailed off as he closed the distance between them.
"May I?" he asked softly, his eyes flicking to her neck.
She nodded, her breath hitching. The next moment, his lips were on her neck, gentle yet insistent. The kiss was slow and tender, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
"Devyansh," she whispered, but there was no conviction in her voice.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "Mujhe pata hai," he murmured, "par main rok nahi saka, sorry."
"Humhe wapas chalna chahiye," she said, a smile playing on her lips.
Devyansh smiled back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Haan, iss pehle ki koi aajaye."
As they stepped out of the trial room, Malini Devi was waiting with a knowing smile.
"Beta, sab theek hai na?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.She blushed deeply, nodding. Ji, aunty, sab theek hai."
Devyansh coughed awkwardly, trying to hide his own embarrassment."Maa, humne bas thoda time liya dress ko adjust karne mein."
Malini Devi chuckled softly. "Achha, toh sab set hai? Chalo, baki sab intezaar kar rahe hain."
As they joined the rest of the family, the world around them seemed different, charged with the promise of something new and exciting.
They exchanged a knowing glance, a silent agreement that this was just the beginning
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As the fitting session wrapped up, Ananya's father approached Devyansh's family with a warm smile. "Hum soch rahe the ki aap log palace ka tour kar lo. Aap log kal subah nikal rahe hain, toh aaj shaam ko palace dekh lein?"
Devyansh's father nodded appreciatively. "Bohot accha idea hai. Hum sabko palace dekhne mein khushi hogi."
Everyone agreed, and they soon found themselves wandering through the grand halls of the palace. The intricate carvings and opulent décor left everyone in awe.
As the group paused to admire a particularly stunning chandelier, Devyansh gently took Ananya's hand. "Chalo, main tumhe kuch dikhana chahta hoon," he whispered.
Ananya glanced at him, surprised but intrigued. She nodded, and they quietly slipped away from the group. He led her through a series of corridors until they reached a secluded balcony overlooking the palace gardens.
"Yahaan kyun laaye ho, Devyansh?" she asked, her voice soft.
Devyansh leaned against the balcony railing, looking at her with a tender smile. "Main tumhare saath thoda waqt akele bitana chahta tha."
Ananya blushed, looking away. "Akele? Sab kya sochenge?"
"Hum sirf kuch der ke liye yahaan hain. Aur waise bhi, main tumse ek baat kehna chahta hoon," he said, his tone serious yet gentle.
"Kya baat?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Woh... tumhe mujhe Yuvraj nahi bulana chahiye," he said, taking her hand. "Bas Devyansh."
She looked down, shyly. "Lekin... woh toh sabhi tumhe Yuvraj bulaate hain."
"Haan, par main chahta hoon ke tum mujhe mera naam se bulao," he said softly. "Bas tumhare liye."
She smiled, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Theek hai, Devyansh."
Devyansh's eyes sparkled with happiness. "Yeh zyada accha laga."
They started talking about their lives, their dreams, and their favorite memories. Devyansh's sweet words made Ananya shy, and she found herself blushing frequently.
"Jab tum haste ho, tumhari aankhein aur bhi sundar lagti hain," he remarked, making her turn even redder.
"Devyansh, tumhe toh bas mazak banana aata hai," she said, playfully nudging him.
"Nahi, sach keh raha hoon," he replied earnestly. "Tumhe jitna zyada jaanta hoon, utna hi tumse pyar karne lagta hoon."
They continued to explore the palace, chatting and laughing. Devyansh's sweet words and charming demeanor made Ananya feel both shy and special. He would occasionally tease her, making her blush even more.
"Ananya, yeh palace toh tumhe acchi tarah se pata hai na?" he asked, his tone playful.
"Haan, bas kuch parts," she admitted.
"Toh mujhe tour do. I want to see it through your eyes," he said, his gaze intense.They wandered through the halls, discovering hidden nooks and grand chambers.
Devyansh kept finding ways to make her smile and laugh, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.As they stood in a particularly beautiful courtyard, Devyansh suddenly pulled her close, his hand resting on her waist.
"Tum bahut special ho, Ananya," he murmured, his lips close to her ear.She felt her heart race.
"Tum bhi," she whispered back, her voice trembling slightly.He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her forehead, then another on her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"Mujhe tumse aur baat karni hai, aur time spend karna hai," he said softly."Devyansh..." she started, but he silenced her with a gentle finger on her lips.
"Bas yeh naam se bulati raho," he smiled.
That night, everyone gathered for dinner in the grand dining hall. The conversation was lively, filled with laughter and joy. After dinner, they all retired to their rooms, exhausted but happy.
The next morning, the Chauhan family prepared to leave for Jaipur. Ananya and Devyansh shared a private moment in the courtyard.
"Hum apko miss karunga," Devyansh said, holding her hands.
"Hum bhi," Ananya replied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Jald hi milenge."
With heavy hearts but hopeful spirits, the Chauhan family departed, leaving Ananya standing in the courtyard, already counting the days until they would meet again.