Awkward Heartstrings (HEARTSTRINGS SERIES-1)

Chapter -28

And just like that, he switched into caretaker mode.  He helped me sit up, fluffed my pillows, and fetched a thermometer.  "Okay," he said, his frown returning, "it's a little higher. We need to keep it down."

He disappeared into the hotel kitchen and came back with hot water, lemon, and honey.  "Here," he said, offering me a warm drink. "Sip this slowly. It'll help your throat."

He then dampened a cloth with cool water and gently dabbed my forehead.  "Just rest," he instructed, tucking the blankets around me. "I'll be right here."

And he was.  All day, he was there.  Making sure I drank fluids, offering me light food, checking my temperature.  He even read to me from a book I’d brought, told me silly stories to try and make me smile, and just sat quietly with me, offering his silent support. He even attempted to make khichdi! It wasn't exactly five-star cuisine, but the fact that he tried… it meant the world to me.

By evening, I was finally starting to feel a little better. My fever had gone down, and my aches were lessening.  I was still weak, but I was definitely on the mend. Seeing the relief on Reyansh’s face made me feel so much better.  He had been so worried, and it made me realize how much he cared. We might have lost a couple of days of our honeymoon, but what mattered most was that he was there, taking care of me.  And that, I realized, was more romantic than any sightseeing trip.

The last few days in Kashmir were pure magic. After I recovered, we explored everything we could. The Mughal Gardens were breathtaking, a burst of color against the white landscape.

We trekked through the mountains, hand in hand, the views stealing my breath away. I even managed to get Reyansh to try skiing, though he mostly ended up comically falling down, which, admittedly, made me laugh. It was perfect.

Our last night was the most magical of all. We stayed in a small, cozy cottage nestled in the mountains, a crackling fireplace in the heart of the room. Outside, snow fell silently, creating the most serene, almost dreamlike atmosphere.

After a simple but delicious dinner, we curled up by the fire, wrapped in thick blankets. I rested my head on Reyansh's shoulder, and we watched the flames dance and flicker, casting dancing shadows on the walls.

"This has been the most amazing honeymoon,"

I murmured, feeling completely content.
"It has," he agreed, kissing my forehead. "Even with the little… hiccup," he added, chuckling softly.

"Even with the hiccup," I echoed, smiling. "It made me realize how much you care," I said, my voice filled with warmth.

"I care about you more than anything," he said, pulling me closer. "You're my wife, my best friend, my everything."

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company and the peaceful quiet. The only sound was the crackling fire and the soft whisper of the falling snow.

As the fire started to die down, Reyansh took my hand. "Come on," he said, leading me to the window.

We stood there, hand in hand, looking out at the snow-covered landscape. The moon was bright, bathing the mountains in a silvery glow. It was breathtaking.

"It's magical," I whispered, my eyes wide with wonder.

"It is," he agreed, wrapping his arms around me. "Just like you."

He turned me to face him, his eyes filled with so much love.  He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "I love you, Aadya," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

"I love you too, Reyansh," I replied, my heart overflowing.

He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing my cheeks. My breath hitched as he leaned in, his gaze locked on mine. He kissed me softly, a tender kiss that deepened slowly, filled with unspoken emotions and the promise of forever. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. The world outside faded away, and it was just us, in that small, warm cottage, surrounded by the magic of Kashmir.

The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, a reflection of the deep love and desire we shared.  He moved us closer to the warmth of the fire, our bodies almost touching.  His hand traced the curve of my neck as he kissed along my jawline, my skin tingling beneath his touch.  My breath quickened as his hand moved to the buttons of my sweater.  I met his gaze, a silent conversation passing between us.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he unbuttoned the sweater, revealing the skin beneath.  I shivered slightly, and he pulled me closer, the heat of the fire and the warmth of our bodies mingling.

  Our kisses became more urgent, more demanding, a language of love spoken without words. We undressed each other slowly, our eyes never leaving each other, the anticipation building with each shared touch.

The fire crackled beside us, casting flickering shadows on the walls as we finally came together, our bodies entwined, our love a warm and comforting haven against the cold Kashmiri night. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a culmination of our love, our passion, and our shared journey.

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