R I T I K A

"I am here, come down, Baby." His voice came over the phone, making me excited, and I happily rushed outside, and there he was- leaning on his black bike, his hair falling over his forehead, his hands behind, and a smile lit up on his face, looking at me.

" You are here," I spoke.

"Of course, I am." He spoke while giving me the lavender flower, my favourite chocolate, and pressing a kiss on my forehead, making me blush.

"So, let's go?"

"Let's go," I spoke, and we sat on the bike, my hands wrapping around his torso, my head resting on his back.

As he started the bike, the rain fell on us, making me chuckle. He raced the bike, making me fall closer to him, and the world blurred against us; it was just him and me, enjoying our time under the rain, pressed close to each other.

***

 "So, before, golgappe..." He whispered and kneeled and carried on," Want to have a dance with me, Mrs Bansal?"

My eyes turned teary, at the feeling of nostalgia hit me; it wasn't much before when he asked me the same, but then we were not this. Not this close. Not each other's home, but building the home we are now to each other.

"Yes, Mr Bansal," I spoke while taking his hand in mine.

And then his hand found my waist while the other held my hand. His body moving against mine, our steps mingling. There was no need for music because our breaths, racing heartbeats and rain were enough for the sound, for losing ourselves in the rhythm of the dance- of love.

"Ritika..." He whispered my name in a soft, hushed way, making my heart throb for him, not the stranger, but now to the man I love and who loved me more than anyone could.

"Haan?"

"You know when we danced here for the first time?"

"Hum?"

"I was falling for you. And now that I am completely, wholeheartedly fallen in love with you, I can't ignore the feeling of gratitude towards you. You have been my anchor when I was sinking, drowning and even when I was above. I never thought, in less span of time we would be this close..." He circled me, and now his lips were touching my ears, my hands over his, which were wrapped around my stomach.

"But now here we are, you in my arms, my mind, heart. Thank you, Ritika, for the warmth you provide. For the home you give me. For the love and most importantly, thank you for trusting me more than I could."

"I love you so much, Ritika. SO much that even staying away from you leaves a deep mark in my chest, as if my breath is knocked out."

"I love you." His voice is now mixed in the rain but still filling my ears with the love of him.

I turned towards him," You are my forever, and I love you, My Advik."

And With that I pressed my lips on his, conveying every words that were buried deep inside my chest.

***

"Is my husband busy?" I asked while sitting on his lap, while he kept his one beside.

"For my pretty Ritika? Not at all."

I smiled, hearing his words, and leaned towards him before planting kisses on his handsome face. He giggled under the feel of cheeks, making me smile.

"So, what are you planning, Mrs Bansal?"

"How do you know?"

"I know everything related to my wife." He smirked.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his cocky smirk and muttered," So, tomorrow all my friends are coming to your place. And they have given the order."

"Oh, okay, I will prepare. When will they arrive?"

"Isn't your schedule busy tomorrow?"

"I am never tired of cooking, wife." He said, while his hands found my waist.

"Good then. So write down everything-"

"Now?" He cut me off with a whining face, making me smile, but I hid it and replied in a serious tone," Yes, now."

"Agh!" He groaned and took his phone in his hand, and wrote down the order.

"How many of you are coming?"

"Four."

"You sure, it's for only four people?" he teased.

"wanna get killed by your wife?" I glared.

"No, no, god. I am so afraid. She can literally spin a guy with a slap, how could I - no. Sorry, ma'am." His voice teased me.

"Advii"

"Hanji?"

I rolled my eyes and asked," How much is the order?"

"They are your friends, you don-"

"You do have a wish to get slapped by me, right? Or maybe I think you have this fantasy. I know you always think of getting slapped by me, that's why you irritate me that much."

I spoke while glaring at him, and in seconds he made me lie on the bed, and hovered over me," Well then... Let's complete my other fantasies first, and then you could complete that,"

My breath hitched," Which fantasies?"

"Of making love with you." With that, he crashed his lips on mine and pulled me closer, devouring every corner of my mouth with his tongue, and soon the clothes met the floor, and he showed his love to me, tracing kisses to every part of my body, shooing away every insecurity. And I breathed in him, his warmth, his love. His desire.

And when he slipped beside me, hugged me, I whispered," I love you, my advik."

He pressed a kiss on my head and muttered," I love you more, my pretty Ritika."

T H E  E N D

A/N

So finally the books come to an end.

DOn't worry, the epilogue will be uploaded, and also a thank you message where I will tell you about everything- how the story crossed my mind and extra details (of me?)

Thank you for giving it a chance.

I love each one of you❤️