𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏|𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢/ 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢

Saanvi pov:

I was alone in my room, the sound of Tanvi and Ishika's chatter drifted up from downstairs.Today was my haldi ceremony, and I had decided to keep my makeup minimal soon that the haldi paste wad going to apply.

I gazed at my reflection, my eyes scanning my face. My makeup was already done.

But as I turned my attention to my attire, a frustrated sigh escaped my lips. The zipper on my blouse wouldn't zip up no matter how hard I tried.

"Aghh, what the hell?" I muttered to myself, tugging at the zipper with growing irritation.

"Why won't you just lock into place? Huhh, what the hell, am I becoming fat or something?" My struggles with the zipper .

Just as I was starting to lose my patience, I felt a sudden jolt of sensation. Two pairs of hands came to rest on my waist, their gentle pressure sending a shiver down my spine. My heart skipped a beat as I froze, my fingers still clutching the zipper.

The warm breath of his danced across the skin of my neck, I knew who was behind me.

"Raj" My heart skipped a beat, and my mind began to him.

What was he doing here? And, more importantly, If he was here , that means he was going to do something dirty.

I felt a chill run down my spine as his lips lightly touched my ear, giving me goosebumps and making me feel really turned on. His voice, low and husky, was like a gentle caress, making my skin prickle with goosebumps.

"Ahm-mm, zipper nhi lag raha meri jaan se," he whispered, his words dripping with seduction.

The sound of his voice, the feel of his breath on my skin, and the gentle pressure of his hands on my waist combined to unleash a surge of sensations within me.

A hundred butterflies fluttered in my stomach and, between my legs, a different kind of wetness began to stir, a primal response to the raw desire that released from him like a palpable force.

I felt myself melting into his touch, my resistance crumbling beneath the onslaught of his seductive charm. His voice, his breath, his hands - all of it was enough to unravel me, to leave me a trembling, helpless mess.

Aghh, this man was the death of me, a sensual assassin who knew exactly which buttons to press to reduce me to a state of utter surrender.

I stood there, frozen in a mixture of shock and desire, I managed to stammer out a response, my voice barely above a whisper. "Actually, yeh zipper nahi lag raha hai mujhse , kafi time se lga rhi hu."

I didn't expect him to take matters into his own hands, but before I could react, he reached out and locked the zipper of my blouse with ease.

His big hands touched my bare back, sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body. My breath hitched.

I couldn't believe the intimate touch, the way his fingers grazed my skin. His voice was low and husky, filled with a sense of satisfaction.

"It's done, sweetheart. So now, what will be my reward?" He asked, his eyes glinting with mischief, as if he already knew the answer.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to feign innocence. "Huhh, reward? What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of curiosity .

He chuckled at my reaction, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

He took a step closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "A kiss, jaan," he whispered, his voice seductive and irresistible. "You will kiss me with your luscious, tempting lips."

I felt my face heat up, my pulse racing at the suggestion. "No, no, I can't now. Please go. If someone comes here, what will they think?" I asked, trying to push him away, but he was relentless.

He winked at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "They'll think that a husband is making out with his wife," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Before I could react, he pinned me to the closet, his body pressing against mine, our breath mingling, our noses touching.

I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his eyes, unable to escape the desire that burned within me.

Without another moment's hesitation, He claimed my lips in a passionate, all-consuming kiss.

It was as if the world around us had melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the fervor of our desire. He kissed me like there was no tomorrow, his lips devouring mine with a hunger that left me breathless.

His teeth grazed my lower lip, sending a shiver down my spine, and then his tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring every corner, every crevice. I felt myself getting lost in the sensation, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his kiss.

I reached up, my palms cradling his face, and kissed him back with equal intensity. Our lips moved in perfect sync, our tongues dancing together in a passionate rhythm. Time stood still, and all that existed was the two of us, lost in the depths of our desire.

But as the kiss deepened, I pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss, and gasped for air.

His eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with dark desire. I felt my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my ears.

I managed to stammer out a barely audible question, "You don't have enough of me?" My voice was husky, laced with a mixture of desire and vulnerability.

His response was immediate, his lips capturing mine once more in a kiss that left me breathless. "I may have enough," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "when you can't walk...jaan." his words sent a shiver down my spine.

We both parted from our wild passionate kiss, the spell was broken, and reality came back.

The sound of footsteps outside my room was followed by a knock on the door, and Tanvi's voice called out, "Saanu, get ready, come downstairs fast, they're all waiting for you."

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, and replied, "Okayy, I'm coming."

As I made my way to the door, his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist, holding me in place.

He gazed up at me, his eyes gleaming with a seductive intensity, and whispered, "I'll apply the haldi on your face first, jaan."

I raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across my face, and replied, "Let's see, Mr. Rajawat." I winked at him, the gesture a playful challenge.

He leaned in closer, his voice low and husky, and whispered, "So, you're challenging me?" .

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper, "Maybe." I paused, my eyes locked on his, and added, "And leave me ,Rajawat Sahab."

His fingers released their hold on my wrist, as I turned to leave, I caught the glint in his eye, the desire in his eyes.

AUTHOR POV:

She descended the stairs, the soft rustle of her duppata echoed through the hallway.

then her mother's voice , called out to her, "Saanvi, please bring my red duppata from your room."

She nodded and turned towards her room, her footsteps light.

As she was going to open the door his hands, strong and sure, shot out, pinning her to the wall as he gazed at her with a mischievous grin.

Her heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing, as she stammered, "What are you doing here , I told you to go downstairs ."

His eyes, bright and expressive, as he pulled her close, his breath whispering against her ear. "I'm here to win my challenge jaan." His voice was husky, sending shivers down her spine.

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "What?"

Raj's lips brushed against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine, he whispered, "This, jaan." His fingers trailed down her creamy waist, applying the haldi paste in a seductive manner, as if he was claiming her as his own.

Her breath caught in her throat, her heart racing with excitement, as his touch ignited a fire within her.

She felt her face flush with embarrassment, and her eyes dropped, avoiding his gaze, as if she was feeling different between her legs.

His voice was triumphant, he declared, "I win my challenge, jaan."He smirked at her.

Her response was laced with shyness , "So, congratulations, Rajawat Sahab."

His eyes crinkled at the corners, as he smiled, his voice low and husky. "your shyness makes me lose all self-control. I could take you right now, but you wouldn't be able to walk till the wedding." His words were a promise, a threat, and a temptation, all rolled into one.

( MERA JAW DROPPED 😭)

Saanvi's eyes widened in shock, and she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion, "What? Are you insane?".

His fingers brushed against her jawline, sending a shiver down her spine, as he gazed at her with an firm passion.

He asked, his voice laced with amusement, "Yes, for u jaan. Don't worry, I'll carry you in my arms while doing the vows. What do you think?"

Saanvi's response was a firm "No," as she pushed him away, grabbing the duppata and making a hurried retreat.

He stood there, a smile still plastered on his face, as he watched her.

The garden was decorated in the yellow theme , the marigold flowers on every side the women's were singing the traditional songs .

The men, vibrant in their desi attire, were engaged in  conversations .

Saanvi and Rajveer sat together. She a vision of goddess, was attired in a stunning yellow dress, its beautiful embroidery and delicate patterns shimmering in the sunlight.



( Reference of Saanvi dress )

Her hairs were styled in a beautiful bun, adorned with of marigold flowers and jewels that added a touch of elegance to her overall look.

And He was in his yellow kurta with a white pajama pants, exuded an aura of confidence and charm.



( Rajveer dress preference)

First the elder members of the family approached Saanvi and Rajveer, their faces aglow with warmth. With a gentle hands, they applied the shaldi paste to the couple's faces, giving them blessings and good wishes.

The younger members of the family followed as well, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they playfully applied the haldi paste to Saanvi and Rajveer's faces.

Just as the ceremony was nearing its end, a mischievous voice rang out, "Hey, what's a party without a little water?" Dhurv, the chaotic teen prankster, and Karan, Rajveer's best friend, chuckled as they poured water from above, drenching Saanvi and Rajveer.

The couple's eyes widened in surprise, and Rajveer's gaze turned deadly, his eyes flashing with annoyance.

But before he could react, a voice boomed from behind, "Long time no see, Saanu baby."

Saanvi's eyes lit up, and she turned to face the him, a bright smile spreading across her face. She rushed towards him, throwing her arms around his neck, and he wrapped her in a warm hug.

Rajveer's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in a possessive gesture, as he watched the scene unfold.

Saanvi broke the hug, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and turned to introduce the to him to Rajveer. "Raj, he's my-" But before she could complete her sentence.

He cut her off, his voice curt and dismissive. "I have some work, so I'll leave you guys to catch up." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Saanvi staring after him in confusion.

She stood there, her eyes fixed on Him  pulling back, wondering why he had reacted so strangely. His behavior had been possessive and jealous.

Saanvi couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty. Why had he been so cold and distant? Saanvi's mind was a whirlwind of questions.

As the haldi function continued, a different scene unfolded in another corner of the room.

Karan and Aditya's eyes were fixed on two beautiful girls, Ishika and Kiara, who were laughing and chatting with each other. The two boys couldn't help but drool over the girls, their eyes glued to their every move.

Just then, Dhruv, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but comment on the situation. "Chii, kya bhai, aap dono bhi Raj bhai ke tarah ghurne lag gaye?" He chuckled, clearly amused by the sight.

(Wow, guys, you're both staring at them like Rajveer brother does).

Aditya, who was sipping on a cold drink, turned to Dhruv and shot back, "Teri setting nahi hai koi, toh tu humre beech mein apni tang kyu la raha hai?" His tone was light-hearted, but there was a hint of annoyance in his voice.

(You don't have a girlfriend, so why are you interfering in our business?).

Dhruv shrugged, unfazed by Aditya's comment. "Huh, aap dono se baat karna hi bakwas hai,". he said, before turning and walking away.

Karan, who had been quietly observing the exchange, couldn't resist passing a comment on Dhruv's departure. "Haa haa, hume pata hai Dhruv Singh Rajawat kise ke paas ja raha hai,".

(We know where Dhruv Singh Rajawat is headed).

He paused for dramatic effect, before adding, "Hoor ke paas."

Aditya's eyes widened in surprise, and he choked on his cold drink. "Hain, hoor kon hoor?". he asked, his voice shaking with laughter.

Karan grinned mischievously. "Chodh bhai, tu nahi jaanta,". he said, before bursting into laughter.

🌷



I walked away from the haldi function, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach.

I made my way to my office room . This was my go-to place whenever I needed to unwind and calm my racing thoughts.

As I settled into my chair, I lit a cigarette, feeling the familiar rush of nicotine as I inhaled.

My mind began to wander, and I found myself drifting into the thoughts. Who was that man, and why was my sweetheart standing so close to him? A pang of jealousy shot through me, making my heart skip a beat.

I tossed the cigarette into the dustbin, watching as the ember died out. My gaze swept across the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. My eyes landed on a framed photograph hanging on the wall - a picture of my someone.

For a moment, I was transported back to that . But the memory was short-lived, shattered by the harsh reality of the present.

Just as I was getting lost in my thoughts, my phone rang, shrill . I hesitated for a moment before answering, knowing that I couldn't avoid .It was my best friend, Aditya, his voice booming through the receiver.

"Raj, come downstairs, the mehendi ceremony is going on," he said, his tone laced. "Aunty said you have to apply mehendi on your palm too."

I groaned inwardly, feeling a surge of reluctance. I had never been a fan of mehendi, the smell of which made me queasy. "No, I don't want to apply mehendi on my palm," I said Calm, trying to convey my dis interest. "I hate the smell of mehendi, you idiot. Tell my mom I'm not coming."

Aditya's voice was laced with incredulity. "Are you insane? Come downstairs, bhabhi is also here," he urged, using the Hindi term for sister-in-law to refer to my sweetheart.

I hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt. "Hmm," I muttered noncommittally, before nodding to myself, even though Aditya couldn't see me.

With a sense of finality, I hung up the call, the sound of Aditya's protests still echoing in my ears.and I went to change the outfit .

AUTHOR POV :



( Saanvi mehendi outfit)

The atmosphere was filled with laughter and chatter as the ladies gathered around the mehendi artist, eagerly waiting for their turn to get their hands adorned with intricate designs.

Tanvi and Ishika were busy applying mehendi on Saanvi's hands, their faces lighting up with smiles as they giggled and joked.

Kiara, who was sitting nearby, suddenly spoke up, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Tanvi di, please hide the name of bhai in bhabhi's hands, he shouldn't find out."

Tanvi's face broke into a sly smile as she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, sure baby doll, I'll do it. And then we'll see how much Raj bhai loves her."

Saanvi rolled her eyes good-naturedly, a hint of teasing in her voice. "You both stop it, or I'll complain to your brother."

As they continued talking, a figure stood in the corner, watching her with an intensity that was hard to ignore. His gaze was gentle, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he secretly admired her. A soft smile played on his lips, and for a moment, it seemed as though time had stood still.

The way he looked at her was different, a look that spoke of quiet admiration and respect. It was as though he had seen beyond the façade of laughter and jokes. And in that moment, it seemed as though he had fallen deeply in love with her.

As the mehndi ceremony came to a close, Saanvi found herself alone in her room, her friends busy getting their own hands adorned with intricate designs. The silence was starting to get to her, and she was beginning to feel a little bored.

Just as she was starting to feel restless, Rajveer appeared at her doorstep, a look of concern etched on his face. "Have you eaten something, jaan?" he asked, using the affectionate term that sent a flutter through her heart.

Saanvi shook her head, her eyes locking onto his as she replied in the negative. Rajveer's face softened, and he nodded before disappearing into the hallway. He returned a few moments later, a tray laden with food in his hands.

He sat down beside her, Saanvi felt a sense of warmth spread through her chest. Rajveer began to feed her, his hands gentle as he guided the food to her lips. Saanvi's eyes never left his, her gaze drinking in the love and adoration that shone brightly in his eyes.

As he feeding her , Saanvi asked, "Aapne khaya, Raj?"

(Have you eaten, Raj?).

His response was immediate, his voice low and soft . "Humri jaan ne nahi khaya toh hum kaise kha sakte?"

(If my love hasn't eaten, how can I?).

Saanvi rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "I thought you ate because earlier you were angry with me and even jealous," she teased.

Rajveer's face was a picture of innocence. "No, I'm jealous, and even I'm not a jealous type of person, Mrs. Rajawat," he said, his fingers gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Saanvi's laughter was music to his ears. "Ik you're jealous," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Rajveer's smile was slow and seductive. "Or Jitna hasna hai, itne hasne, kal toh aap humre naam se chilayengi"

(Laugh as much as you want, but tomorrow you'll be screaming my name).

( Ashleel bnnda hai bhai😭)

Saanvi's face turned a deep shade of pink as she playfully hit him. "Chii, kitne besharam ho aap"

(How shameless you are).

"Wait, let me show you my shameless sweetheart," he said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down Saanvi's spine.

He carefully placed the tray on the bed, his eyes never leaving Saanvi's face.

As he hovered over her, Saanvi's eyes widened in alarm, her heart racing .

"No, no, Raj, my mehndi is going to get worse," she protested, trying to push him away from her shoulder.

But Rajveer was not on mood , his hands gently grasping her shoulders as he leaned in closer.

Saanvi's hands flailed wildly, trying to ward him off, but Rajveer was too strong. He pinned her down, his face inches from hers, his warm breath caressing her skin