BELONG TO ME

The boutique doors opened, and Arya and Shiv entered together, their striking presence

immediately capturing the attention of everyone inside. Arya’s pastel kurta with its organza

dupatta flowed gracefully as she walked, her open hair framing her serene face. Shiv, in his

tailored suit, exuded an aura of power, his confident stride and sharp features making it

impossible to look away. They looked every bit the power couple, and whispers spread

through the boutique as customers and staff alike admired them.

Shiv’s gaze swept across the boutique before a staff member nervously approached. “Sir,

ma’am, how can we assist you today?”

Without hesitation, Shiv spoke in his deep, commanding voice, “We need to see the best

rings for my fiancée.”

Arya glanced at Shiv, raising an eyebrow but said nothing as the staff led them to the VIP

section. The private lounge was opulent, with plush velvet seating, a shimmering crystal

chandelier, and gold-accented decor. Meera trailed behind, her eyes scanning the room with

amused curiosity. She picked up a cup of chai from the refreshment counter, settling into a

corner to watch the drama unfold.

The staff brought out an array of diamond rings, each more dazzling than the last. Arya sat

elegantly, trying on the rings one by one, her demeanor calm but critical. As she slid each

ring onto her finger, she assessed them with a discerning eye before shaking her head.

“This one doesn’t suit me,” Arya said, placing yet another rejected ring back on the tray. Shiv

observed her quietly, his expression unreadable.

One of the staff, visibly sweating under Shiv’s intense gaze, stammered, “Perhaps this

collection is not to your liking—”

Shiv cut him off, his voice cold and sharp. “Looks like this shop’s collection is as outdated as

its state.” His eyes glinted with a predatory edge, sending a chill through the room. The staff

exchanged nervous glances before scurrying away to fetch their most exclusive pieces.

Meera nearly choked on her chai, stifling a laugh. “Now this is getting interesting,” she

murmured to herself, savoring the unfolding chaos.

After a tense few minutes, the staff returned with a small, velvet-lined box. “Sir, ma’am,” one

of them began, their voice trembling slightly, “this is one of our finest pieces. The diamond

represents eternal love, and the surrounding stones signify trust and commitment. It’s a

perfect symbol for soulmates.”

Arya’s eyes softened as she admired the ring. The diamond sparkled brilliantly, and the

intricate craftsmanship was undeniable. She picked it up, turning it delicately in her fingers.

Shiv, however, wasn’t looking at the ring. His focus was entirely on Arya. The way the soft

light caught her features, the faint smile that played on her lips—it was as if time had slowed

for him.

“This one is beautiful,” Arya said, slipping the ring onto her finger. She turned her hand,

watching the diamond catch the light, her expression finally showing approval.

Shiv’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Perfect,” he said softly, clapping his hands once. “We’re

buying this.”

The staff exhaled in collective relief, but Shiv wasn’t done. Turning to the nearest attendant,

he added, “Measure her ring size. Now.”

The staff hurried forward with a sizing tool, their hands shaking slightly as they approached

Arya. Shiv watched intently, his sharp gaze never leaving her. When the attendant gently

took Arya’s hand to measure her finger, Shiv’s jaw tightened imperceptibly.

“I’ll do it,” Shiv said, his voice leaving no room for argument. He stepped forward, taking

Arya’s hand in his. His touch was firm yet careful, his fingers warm against hers. Arya’s eyes

flicked up to meet his, her breath hitching slightly at the intensity of his gaze. For a moment,

the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them.

As he slid the sizing tool onto her finger, his thumb brushed against her skin. The moment

was brief, but it lingered in the air, charged with an unspoken connection. Arya tilted her

head slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips before she masked it with her usual cool

demeanor.

“Done,” Shiv said, his voice softer now but still firm. He handed the size to the staff, who

nodded quickly and disappeared to prepare the purchase. Arya stepped back, her smirk

returning for just a second as she turned her attention back to the display cases.

Meera, watching from her corner, couldn’t suppress a grin. “Well, if this isn’t straight out of a

movie,” she muttered, finishing her chai and settling back to enjoy the next act.

Arya continued strolling through the jewelry store, her movements graceful, but her mind

was lost in thought, browsing through the rings with a quiet determination. Shiv followed her

at a distance, like a loyal puppy trailing behind its master, his eyes never leaving her. He kept

his distance but couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity. He watched her inspect every

piece, her fingers lightly grazing the delicate jewelry.

When Arya stopped in front of a display, asking the staff lady to show her a particular ring,

Shiv moved closer, inching forward like a shadow. As she turned, his face was suddenly

inches away from hers, and the moment was electrifying. Arya froze for a second, her breath

hitching as she felt his strong, musky cologne engulf her senses. She could feel the heat

radiating from him, and the proximity made her pulse quicken. Their eyes met, and for a brief

moment, everything else faded. There was something unspoken in that glance, a silent

connection that neither of them could quite place.

Arya, still holding the ring in her hand, picked his large, veiny hand and slid the gold ring

onto his finger, her fingers brushing his skin. The sensation was unexpected, sending a shiver

down her spine. Shiv's gaze remained fixed on her, his focus entirely on her, and she could

see the intensity in his eyes. She couldn’t help but notice the strength in his hands, the veins

that pulsed with every subtle movement.

"Perfect," Arya murmured, her voice soft but steadyWithout breaking eye contact, Shiv turned to the staff lady and ordered, “We’re buying this

too.” His voice was calm, but there was something about the way he spoke that made it clear

he was in control, as though nothing could distract him from the moment he was sharing with

Arya. He was still looking at her, his gaze unwavering.

Meera, who had been observing the whole exchange from a distance, leaned toward the staff

lady and whispered, “Finally! They act like a couple... but still lacking emotion.” She

grinned, finding amusement in the tension between the two of them, which was so palpable it

almost felt like a game.

Arya, unfazed by the banter, turned to the staff lady. “Also, bring the best mangalsutra you

have,” she added, her tone suddenly businesslike, and without missing a beat, the lady

nodded and hurried inside to fetch it.

Shiv glanced at Arya, his expression unreadable, but a faint glimmer of amusement danced in

his eyes as he watched her take charge of the situation.

As they settled into the car, the evening stillness surrounded them. Meera, sitting in the back,

couldn’t stop her mind from circling back to the bill. She kept glancing at it, eyeing it up and

down, making sarcastic remarks under her breath. "I mean, this is practically a down payment

on a house, isn’t it?" she muttered to herself, shaking her head at the absurdity.

Arya, sitting quietly in the front, didn’t respond. She just let Meera continue her monologue,

her face calm but her mind still processing everything.

As the car finally came to a stop at their destination, the night felt eerily calm and quiet.

Meera quickly bounced out of the car, eager to get inside. But before Arya could follow, Shiv

stopped her.

"Arya," he called, and she turned around.

Shiv opened the trunk of the car and handed her a bag. "I want to see my soon-to-be wife in

this," he said softly, his voice calm but carrying a weight of expectation.

Arya looked at him for a moment, a little surprised, then peeked inside the bag. She saw the

fabric inside, her curiosity piqued. Shiv, without waiting for her response, glanced at her once

more and then got into the car, driving off.

Arya stood still for a second, processing the moment, before heading inside the room. She

entered the dimly lit space, the room’s cozy ambiance immediately making her feel at home.

The soft, warm glow of the lights cast gentle shadows, making everything feel intimate and

calming.

She placed the bag on the bed and unzipped it carefully, her fingers brushing over the fabric

inside. It was a deep, vibrant red saree, the rich color contrasting beautifully with the delicate

gold threadwork that intricately wove through the fabric. The saree shimmered in the dim

light, the gold threads glistening like threads of sunlight on the red silk. It was stunning—

classy, elegant, and made of the finest silk that felt soft to the touch, with intricate paisley

patterns and floral motifs that seemed to dance across the fabric. It was the kind of saree that

demanded attention yet was so graceful, it didn’t need to be flashy.

She placed it over her shoulder, the fabric flowing and cascading over her as she stood in

front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. She repeated Shiv's words in her mind: "I want to

see my soon-to-be wife in this." A sense of warmth spread through her chest, but she couldn’t

help but feel nervous.

Just as she stood there lost in her thoughts, Meera burst into the room, a whirlwind of energy.

She jumped on the bed, letting out an exaggerated snore as she dramatically flopped down.

Arya couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

"Seriously, Meera?" Arya chuckled, but Meera just kept snoring loudly, clearly pretending to

be asleep.

Arya walked over to the bed, shaking her head, and gently laid down beside her. She hugged

Meera, who immediately wrapped her arms around Arya like a cozy, affectionate sister

.

As Arya and Meera settled into bed, Meera, ever the mischievous one, couldn't resist pushing

Arya's buttons. She looked over at Arya, who was lying with her back to her, trying to ignore

the chatter.

Meera grinned widely. "So… about the wedding night, huh? You and Shiv are gonna have

lots of fun, huh?iykyk"

Arya, who was already starting to feel the heat creep into her face, tried to ignore the

comment, but Meera wasn’t letting up.

"Aww, come on, you and him him and you alone in the stormy night," Meera continued, her

voice dripping with playful teasing. "I mean, you are soon to married to him, right? You

know, the handsome Mr. Chaudhary." She exaggerated the name, drawing it out like a song.

Arya turned her head, trying to look unaffected, though the blush that had crept up her neck

was quickly making its way to her cheeks. "Meera, please. Just stop," she muttered, trying to

keep her composure.

Meera leaned in closer, her voice growing more teasing. "Oh, don’t be shy, Arya! I can just

imagine you two—alone together—on your honeymoon. What do you think will happen? He

will pull you CLOSER kiss on your neck then on your ear than then his lip touch with your

and then he put you on his bed him on top you at the bottom He towered on you removing his shirt exhibiting his toned abs toned muscle My god... MrKkk for a reason...

and placing his hand on your thigh  putting your leg on his shoulder and kissing and

kissing MORE KISSING ".

Arya’s eyes widened, and she quickly covered her ears with her hands in an attempt to block

out the teasing. "Stop it, Meera!" she groaned, trying her best to hide how embarrassed she

felt.

But Meera just wouldn't stop. "Come on, Arya! Let your imagination run wild," she said with

a wink, nudging her friend. "You’ve been married for, like, a minute, and the honeymoon’s

next! What will you do first?

Arya was turning a deep shade of red now, desperately trying to block out the images Meera

was planting in her head. She stared up at the ceiling, still facing away from Meera, but she

could feel her heart racing. She covered her face with her hands, feeling the heat on her skin.

"Meera, I swear, if you don’t stop, I’ll—" Arya started, but she couldn’t finish her sentence.

The thought of the wedding night and everything that was about to happen made her feel

overwhelmed.

Meera just grinned. "Oh, I bet Shiv’s already counting down the minutes! He’s probably

already planning how to make you his bride in every sense of the word!" she said with a

teasing, suggestive tone, practically pushing Arya over the edge.

Arya squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the conversation. "Meera, please, just—" she

gasped, not able to finish her plea before Meera continued with even more mischievous

comments.

"Imagine it, Arya. Shiv’s face when he sees you in that saree... all alone with him for the first

time." Meera's voice was almost sing-song now, making Arya squirm in her place.

The blush on Arya’s face deepened, and despite her best efforts, she could feel the warmth

spreading through her body. "Meera!" Arya hissed, her voice filled with embarrassment, "I

told you to stop!"

But Meera just laughed, thoroughly enjoying the reaction. "I can’t help it! You’re just too

easy to tease, Arya. It’s like I live for this."

Arya threw a pillow at Meera, still blushing but trying to cover her embarrassment. "You’re

impossible."

Meera just snickered and hugged the pillow, practically rolling on the bed with laughter.

"Come on, Arya. You’ll thank me later when you have a perfect wedding night story to

share!"

Arya could only bury her face in the pillow, defeated and laughing in spite of herself. "You're

not getting a word out of me," she muttered, but she couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her

lips.

Meera grinned, victorious in her teasing. "Fine. But I’ll be here, waiting for all the details

when you’re ready to spill. I can’t wait!"

Arya, still feeling shy but trying not to show it, just rolled over, facing Meera. "You really are

impossible."

Meera just winked. "And you love me for it.

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