Maya sat in her room, tension clouding her mind. Her phone beeped with a message, and as she opened it, her eyes narrowed. It was a photo of Aryan and Sanju leaving Pavithra’s house the previous night. Her lips curled in suspicion.
She had hired a private investigator to uncover every detail about Aryan and Sanjana. Without wasting a second, she called him.
“Hello, did you get the details about her?” Maya asked, her voice sharp.
“Yes, madam,” the PI replied. “Her parents are no more. Her uncle is still alive, and he has a son. Only they can give you the exact details of how Aryan met Sanjana. Everything about them is kept under tight wraps. Aryan’s men are everywhere. They intercept us before we can proceed further.”
“I’ll come. Let’s meet him,” Maya said quickly.
“Sure, madam. I’ll share the location. I’ll wait nearby his house. You can go meet them.”
Maya ended the call and sat, lost in thought.
The next morning, the harsh sunlight streamed through the curtains, disturbing Aryan’s sleep. He stirred and opened his eyes slowly. Sanjana lay against him, her bare skin pressed to his. The warmth of her presence sent a surge of energy through his body. He gently brushed her hair aside and kissed her forehead, pulling her closer.
He turned to the clock. “It’s eleven already,” he murmured. Tracing his fingers along her back, he gently tried to wake her.
Sanju stirred and slowly opened her eyes, lifting her head just enough to meet Aryan’s warm gaze.
“Good morning, love,” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep.
“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice still groggy as she snuggled into his chest.
“I wish I could wake up like this every morning,” Aryan said with a smile, brushing a kiss over her forehead.
She kissed his bare chest in response and wrapped her arms around him, his head resting comfortably against her.
“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked, his fingers lazily tracing circles on her back.
“Very hungry,” she yawned, “but I need more sleep.”
“Let’s eat something and then crash again,” he suggested.
Reluctantly, Sanju unwrapped herself from his arms, pulling the duvet around her as she slid off the bed. Aryan couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.
“Why are you laughing now?” she asked, looking back at him with narrowed eyes.
“Why are you suddenly so shy, hiding under that duvet?” he teased.
“I just… feel shy, okay?” she said, her cheeks turning pink.
He raised an eyebrow. “Do you still have something that I haven’t seen yet?”
She rolled her eyes. “As if you left anything untouched.”
“Exactly,” he grinned. “So why the modesty now? And look at me when you talk.”
“Ugh. Get dressed first,” she said, avoiding his gaze.
“I’m not like you to feel shy,” he replied with a smirk.
“I’m hungry. I’m going to shower first. You can parade around like a naked saint for all I care,” she said over her shoulder.
Aryan burst out laughing. “I just started yesterday and already you call me a saint?”
“Fine, now let me go!” she huffed playfully.
He caught her hand for a second. “I’ll let you go now, but after food… we’re picking up where we left off.”
He gave her a wink, and she laughed, disappearing into the bathroom with the duvet still wrapped tightly around her.
Sanju rolled her eyes and entered the bathroom. After a long, hot shower, she returned in a robe, feeling relaxed. Aryan followed soon after and came out with just a towel. He hugged her tightly and pecked her cheek before changing into his casual tracks and a T-shirt.
“Come, let’s go down,” he said.
They had breakfast together, served by the maids.
“Aren’t we leaving for the office?” Sanju asked, confused.
“Which office?” Aryan asked innocently.
“What?!”
Aryan laughed. “I have nothing in mind today but you. No office. Ranjith will handle everything.”
“When do we return home?”
“Tomorrow. After food, get some sleep. In the evening, let’s go to the beach. Tonight, let’s workout,” he added with a wink.
They returned to their bed and dozed off quickly. Aryan’s sleep was interrupted by a mobile alert. It was a message from Ranjith.
Ranjith: Maya at Surendar’s house. Alert given already.
He read it and went back to sleep.
Later that day, Maya reached Surendar’s house with her bodyguard. Her private investigator stayed back at a distance.
Surendar opened the door, squinting slightly at the woman standing on his porch with a bodyguard behind her. His expression was cautious, but firm.
“Who are you, and why are you here?” he asked, his voice steady.
The woman stepped forward, composed and confident. “I’m Maya. I’m here for some information.”
Pradeep walked up behind his father, curiosity flickering across his face. “What kind of information? We don’t know you.”
Maya’s gaze moved between them. “Sanjana is your niece, isn’t she? I want to know more about her.”
Surendar’s response was calm but dismissive. “If you have questions about Sanju, you should ask her directly.”
Maya’s voice sharpened. “How did Aryan meet Sanjana?”
Surendar didn’t flinch. “We don’t know.”
Maya sighed in frustration. “I’m being straight. I know Aryan gave you money and transferred Sanju’s properties to you. Help me get Sanjana away from him. I’ll pay you whatever you want.”
Surendar’s face turned stern. “We don’t need your money. You can leave.”
“Pradeep,” Maya turned to him. “I know you had eyes on her. Join hands with me, and I’ll help you claim her.”
“I never had such thoughts,” he replied flatly.
“You don’t have to be scared.”
“We knew you’d come. Aryan sir knows about your PI. I won’t risk my or my son’s life for your gain. Sanjana is happy with Aryan. I won’t disturb her life.”
“Even if you don’t help, I’ll get Aryan. But if you help, you’ll benefit. Think about it.”
“There’s nothing to think about,” Pradeep said. “Aryan isn’t someone you can underestimate. Free advice—look after your own life. He’ll go to any extent for Sanjana.”
“I’m not an easy girl to give up,” Maya shot back.
“All the maids here work for Aryan,” Surendar said. “I want Sanjana happy. I won’t do anything to ruin her life. Nor will my son.”
“Go check on your PI,” Pradeep added. “I swear you won’t contact him again after this.”
Maya, sensing something was off, called her PI. His number didn’t exist.
“Am I right?” Pradeep smirked. “Don’t show up here again.”
Fuming and defeated, Maya left their house, frustration burning in her eyes.
In the depths of Aryan’s underground cell, the agonized screams of the private investigator hired by Maya echoed through the cold, concrete walls.
“Sir, please leave me!” the PI begged, his voice hoarse.
Ranjith stood outside the bars, unfazed. “Sorry, bro. You’re not leaving this place. Stay calm. We’ll release you at the right time.”
“Sir! Sir, please—sir!”
“Shhh,” Ranjith silenced him sharply. “No more sounds or I’ll shut you up completely. Guards—give him food twice a day. We don’t hold any grudge against him, so take care of him.”
With that, Ranjith turned and walked out, his footsteps fading into the shadows.
Meanwhile, at the beach, the golden rays of the setting sun bathed Aryan and Sanju in a warm glow. They walked hand in hand along the shore, the sound of waves crashing gently nearby. Sanju leaned into Aryan’s chest, and he wrapped his arms around her protectively.
“Sanju,” Aryan whispered, his voice soft.
“Hmm?”
“Tell me your dreams.”
She took a deep breath. “I just dreamt of a normal life… a simple life. A job, marriage, kids. That’s all. Nothing big.”
“Did you ever wish for anything special?”
“Hmm… I wanted a dream home.”
“Tell me about it,” he encouraged.
“Not a huge one. Just a three-bedroom house, with a kitchen, a cozy hall, a multimedia room, a study room for our kids, and a small pooja room. I want plants all around, pots for the birds. And not one, but two swings in the garden. But now, I have only one wish… to live a simple, happy life with you. No complications. But I’m scared.”
Aryan gently cupped her cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Look at me,” he whispered. “We will live happily. You, me, and our children. Just believe me.”
Sanju’s voice trembled as she replied, “I love you.”
A warm smile spread across Aryan’s face. “Now tell me,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “why do you want two swings?”
She smiled faintly. “One for me… and one for our kids.”
“Good.” He nodded, eyes gleaming with affection. “And how many kids do you want us to have?”
“Two,” she said without hesitation. “A boy and a girl. Just like you.”
Aryan let out a soft chuckle. “No way. I want our kids to be just like you.”
Sanju blushed, glancing down. “I’m shy… let’s talk about this later.”
He tilted her chin up gently. “When are you ever not shy around me?” he teased. “But I love it. I love seeing you flustered, sweetheart.”
She nudged his arm playfully. “Now your turn. Tell me about your dream.”
He looked out at the waves for a moment before turning back to her. “I always wanted to be a successful businessman. And now… now I just want a peaceful, happy life with you. That’s all.”
Her fingers found his. “You’re already successful. And yes… we’ll live that happy life. I know we will.”
He leaned in and kissed her softly, sealing the promise between them.
“Aren’t you going to play in the water?” he asked with a playful grin.
She shook her head, resting her head on his shoulder. “No. I just want to be with you.”
He wrapped his arms tighter around her. “I’ll never leave you, Sanju. Not for anything. And if I ever do… consider me dead. But if something happens to me, you must stay strong. Promise me you’ll live your life.”
She suddenly grabbed his collar, her eyes brimming with tears, and crashed her lips onto his. When she pulled away, she buried herself in his chest.
“Don’t you dare leave me or ask me to live without you. I won’t spare even a second without you. I’ll die too. Either we live together, or we die together.”
He held her tightly. “Don’t worry. We’ll live.”
He stood up, reaching out his hand. “Seri… come, let’s go for a walk.”
They walked quietly, letting the cool breeze carry their silence. After a while, they returned home.
Dinner was shared with laughter and playful banter. Later, they curled up on the couch in the living room, cuddling under a soft throw as a romantic movie played on the screen. The chilly weather outside only deepened the warmth between them.
Aryan took her hand, gently kissing each finger and then her palm. Sanju rested with her back against his chest, his arms around her. He brushed his lips against her bare shoulder, then along her jawline, sending a shiver down her spine.
She tilted her head slightly, giving him more access. His hands slipped beneath her shirt, gripping her waist gently. As their breaths quickened, she felt his arousal press against her.
Without a word, he lifted her into his arms. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as their mouths met in a passionate kiss, tongues tangling in a fiery dance of desire. They made their way to the bedroom, clothes falling away piece by piece like scattered memories.
What followed was a night of shared passion, where moans replaced silence and love was spoken in the language of touch. Aryan cherished her completely, worshipping every inch of her. They surrendered to each other, body and soul, in a symphony of love and pleasure that echoed through the night.
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