His Angel

Chapter - 62

Hello, beautiful people! ??

My heart skipped a beat. I opened my mouth to say something—but before a single word could come out, he leaned down and softly pressed his lips against mine.

My eyes fluttered shut.

The kiss was slow, gentle... like he was pouring all his love into it. I felt myself melting into him, forgetting the world. My hand moved on its own, finding its way into his hair. I held him close, kissing him back like it was the only thing I wanted to do in that moment.

His lips felt like home.

But soon, I felt my breath starting to run out. I gently tapped his shoulder, and he slowly pulled away, his forehead resting against mine for a second. Then he placed a tender kiss on my forehead.

"Every time I kiss you," he whispered, "I get more addicted. Your lips... they're my weakness."

My cheeks turned red instantly.

I looked down, completely shy. I could feel the heat rising to my face. But before I could hide more, he held my chin and gently made me look at him again.

"Why are you shying away, baby?" he said softly, with a small smirk. "I'm only yours. You don't have to."

But how could I not feel shy? The way he was looking at me... his eyes were filled with so much love, so much intensity... it made my heart race like crazy.

I couldn't handle it.

So, I did the only thing I could—I quickly hugged him tight and buried my face in his chest.

He chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. "My shy angel," he whispered, laughing lightly.

And I just stayed there, hiding in his arms, hoping he wouldn't hear how fast my heart was beating.

And in that moment, I felt like the safest place in the world was right here—in his arms.

The next morning, when I woke up, I found myself alone in the bed. For a second, I panicked. But then I noticed a small note on the side table. I picked it up and smiled the moment I read it.

I have selected your outfit, Rani sa. So get ready in that and come downstairs.

– Yours, Avi.

My heart felt so full reading those words. Just the way he calls me "Rani sa"... makes me feel so special.

I got up quickly, freshened up, and stepped into the bathroom.

After a warm shower, I opened the wardrobe and saw the saree he had picked for me.

It was a beautiful deep pink embroidered saree with a golden border.

It had a matching blouse and heavy traditional jewelry set placed beside it.

I gently touched the fabric. He had thought of everything.

After getting ready, I looked at myself in the mirror. For the first time, I didn't feel like that simple girl from before. I felt like a queen... his queen.

With a shy smile, I walked downstairs.

But when I reached the living room... I froze.

The entire living room was decorated with flowers—roses, marigolds, jasmine. It looked beautiful, like a scene from a dream. Everyone was dressed in traditional clothes... even Trisha and Karan were here.

For a second, I stood still. Is it some special day? Did I forget something?

But no one had told me anything...

And then I saw him.

Aarav.

He was standing a little away from everyone, talking on a call, looking absolutely royal in his cream sherwani with golden work. He looked like the king he was... but mine.

I slowly walked toward him, and the moment he saw me, he ended the call and looked straight at me.

He leaned a little and whispered so only I could hear,

"You're looking like mine."

My cheeks turned pink. I lowered my eyes, a shy smile playing on my lips.

"W-What's happening?" I asked softly, trying not to overthink, though my mind was already spinning with a hundred questions.

Before he could reply, Dadi maa called out, "Aarav, Siya beta—come, Pandit ji is waiting."

Aarav just smiled and gently held my hand, guiding me toward our home temple. The moment I saw the setup... my eyes widened.

The whole space was decorated so beautifully. I had never seen it like this before. In the center, there was a small havan kund, flowers, fruits, kalash, and all the items for a pooja.

Dadi maa smiled warmly and said, "Aarav has arranged a Satyanarayan Pooja... specially for you, Siya."

My throat tightened. My eyes welled up with tears. Aarav—the same man who never believed in God—is doing this pooja just because I believe. Just for me.

I looked at him, my eyes quietly asking: Why?

But before I could speak, he gently wiped the tears from my eyes and gave me a little glare with his eyes that said, "No crying."

I nodded and smiled through my tears. We both sat down for the pooja. Everyone else took their seats behind us.

The Pandit ji began the chants, and I followed every instruction carefully. Dadi Maa explained each thing to me—what to touch, what to offer—and I did it with all my heart.

As the mantras echoed and the diya flickered in front of the idol, I silently whispered in my heart:

"Thank you, God... for giving me this family, for giving me him."

In that moment, I didn't feel like an outsider.

I felt... like Siya Singh Rathore. The queen of his heart.

After the pooja ended, Trisha came to me and said, "Siya, I'm leaving now."

I was just about to stop her when Aarav's voice came from behind, "Trisha, Karan... please stay for breakfast."

I looked at him, a little surprised. Aarav rarely talks to people unless it's necessary. He's not the kind who makes small talk or requests. But for me... he does everything.

And I see that. I feel that.

We all had breakfast together. Aarav sat beside me, and I noticed how he made sure everything I liked was served. It might look simple from outside, but I know these small things hold so much love. He notices every detail.

Once breakfast ended, Aarav leaned closer and whispered, "I'm going to the study. If you need anything, call me. I'll be there in a minute."

I nodded, smiling at him. "Okay, I will."

Everyone else also went to rest. They all woke up early for the pooja and preparations, so the house slowly became quiet. Karan left after meeting everyone, but I stopped Trisha.

"Trisha, can you stay a little longer? Please?" I asked her.

She smiled gently and said, "Of course."

We both sat in the living room. There was a soft silence between us for a while. Then I looked at her and softly asked, "What happened between you and Karan?"

She didn't look at me and just said, "Nothing new. As usual... we fought."

But I knew her too well. And I knew her eyes even more. This wasn't a normal fight.

"If it was usual," I said gently, "then you both would have solved it by now."

She stayed quiet.

I placed my hand on hers and said, "It's okay if you don't want to share right now. But Trisha... talk to him. Listen to him first. Then decide. You know how you are... you get angry fast and make decisions quickly. And later, you realize it wasn't worth it."

She looked at me for a second and nodded slowly. "I know... I just... I'll think about it."

We sat for a little longer, just talking casually after that. It felt good to just talk. But I could feel something heavy still sitting on her heart.

Soon, she got a call.

"I should go," she said after ending the call. "But I'll come again soon, okay?"

I smiled and hugged her lightly. "Take care."

After Trisha left, the house felt quiet—too quiet. Everyone was resting, and I was feeling a little... bored. My mind instantly thought of one person—Avi. I smiled to myself and walked towards his study.

When I opened the door slowly, he was sitting at his desk, working with full focus. But even then... he looked so calm, so peaceful. Like he was exactly where he belonged.

I quietly pulled another chair close to his and sat beside him.

He looked at me with a small smile and asked, "Do you need something, jaan?"

I smiled and shook my head. "No... I'm just bored."

He chuckled, then reached out and gently pinched my cheek. "Give me ten minutes. I'll wrap up, and then my whole time is yours."

I smiled and nodded like an obedient child.

Exactly after 10 minutes—yes, he really meant it—he shut his laptop, held my hand, and stood up.

"Let's go," he said, eyes twinkling, "I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" I asked, excitement growing in my heart.

He took me to our room and made me sit on the bed. Then he walked to the closet and brought out some pretty boxes. My eyes widened.

"This is all for you," he said. "I brought them from New York."

I looked at him, surprised. "For me? So many?"

He just smiled and nodded.

I opened the first box—it had five elegant hand-embroidered shawls. The colors were soft and rich, and every thread looked like it was stitched with love.

"Avi, these are so pretty," I said, running my fingers over them.

Then I opened the second box, and my eyes sparkled. It was a snow globe—but not just any snow globe. Inside, there was a tiny, beautiful temple, with soft snow falling all around it.

"Avi..." I whispered. "This is so beautiful... I'll keep this on my study table. It's my favorite."

The next box had different kinds of candles—lavender, vanilla, rose... each one with a soft, calming smell. I smiled as I picked one up.

Then came another box—it had long flowing dresses, bracelets, earrings, and some hair accessories. Everything was so beautiful. But still... my eyes kept going back to that little snow globe.

I looked at him, my heart full. "Avi, Why did you bring me so many gifts? I would have been happy with just one..."

He smirked and said, "But I wouldn't be happy with just one. I wanted to bring more... I just didn't have much time."

I bit my lip, feeling overwhelmed.

"Did you bring something for the rest of the family? If not, I can share my gifts with them," I offered sweetly.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course I did. Their gifts were already given. These—" he pointed to the boxes, "—are only yours."

My heart melted all over again.

I looked at him and said softly, "Thank you..."

But then he leaned a little closer, eyes dark and playful. "Don't you think... you should say thank you in another way?"

I blinked. "You mean cookies, right? I'll bake them in the evening—"

Before I could finish, he placed his finger gently on my lips and said, "No, Angel... I meant a kiss."

My cheeks instantly turned red. I looked down, too shy to even say anything.

He leaned in a little, "I'm waiting."

So slowly, nervously, I cupped his face and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead.

"There..." I whispered. "Thank you."

He raised his eyebrows. "That's not a kiss, Angel. I want one here," he said, pointing to his lips.

I giggled. "You asked for a kiss, and I gave you one."

He smirked. "But don't you think you owe me as many kisses as the number of gifts I gave you?"

My eyes widened. "That many?!"

He grinned. "Yes. Start counting, baby."

So, I started kissing him all over his face—his cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw... I tried counting but after twenty-five, I forgot everything. I was laughing in between, and he just kept holding me close, enjoying it all.

When I was done, he held my face, cupped my neck, and whispered,

"Now it's my turn to take my thank you... in my way."

And then, his lips met mine.

It was soft at first, like a whisper. Then deeper. I melted into the kiss. My hands reached up and tangled into his hair, and I felt my heart beat faster and slower all at once.

Everything else just disappeared... until his phone started ringing.

I tried to speak, breathlessly, "Your... phone..."

He groaned softly but pulled back and checked. It was Dev Bhai.

He answered the call, spoke for a bit, and then looked at me with that teasing glint in his eyes.

"See? Your sweet Bhai is the one who wants to talk business. He's not even letting me spend time with my Ranisa."

I giggled. "Maybe he has something important to talk about."

Aarav raised his eyebrow. "Ohhh... so when I want to talk, it's not important. But your Bhai—his call is important?"

I laughed softly and hugged him. "Don't bother me, Avi..."

He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. "Okay, okay. You arrange your gifts... I'll go and see what your 'sweet Bhai' wants to talk about."

As he left the room, I looked at the gifts again—and the snow globe. My heart was full. And in that moment, I knew, I was the luckiest girl in the world.

I don't believe in God. Never did.

But I believe in her—in Siya.

And Siya believes... in God.

She always says it's because of her faith that this family came into her life. That I came into her life. That she's still alive.

So maybe... just maybe... I owe something to the God she prays to.

That's why I arranged the Satyanarayan Pooja for her.

Not because I suddenly started believing in prayers...

But because Siya does. And if that brings peace to her heart, I'll bow my head down for her God too.

So I had talked to Dadi Maa about the pooja a day before we brought Siya home from the hospital. She understood without any questions. She spoke to Pandit ji, asked for an auspicious day, and it turned out to be today.

I didn't tell Siya anything.

And I made sure no one else told her either. Because I knew if she found out, she would've woken up early, worked for hours preparing everything, and I didn't want that.

This time, I prepared for her. For once, I wanted her to rest and smile, not run around managing everything.

I even asked her friends, Trisha and Karan, to come. Because I know what they mean to her. And I told them to stay for breakfast too.

I can do anything... anything for that smile she gives me when I do something for her without her asking.

That smile is mine.

I was sitting in my study now, waiting.

Mr. Rajput had called—he wanted to talk to me about something important.

He came after some time. I didn't stand up. Just looked at him and said coldly, "Sit."

He sat, clearly a bit nervous, but he didn't waste time.

"I talked to my parents..." he began. "I asked them why they disliked my chachu and chachi... Siya's parents..."

I don't interrupt. I let him speak.

"They said they'll tell me the truth..."

I narrow my eyes. "But?"

He looks up—and I see hesitation in his eyes. A pause too long.

And then he says something that makes my jaw tighten.

"They want a deal with me... in exchange for the truth."