Ahana
"Ladies, shall we begin?" Dhirti chirruped gleefully, bringing her palms together with a dramatic clap.
"Yeshhhhhh!" Janvi and I sang out together, our shrill excitement ripping through the air loud enough to make several people turn and stare in an amused alarm.
No, I hadn't come shopping with my dearest husband. Why? Because just as we were about to step out, Avyan bhaiya and Dhirti decided to grace us with their presence—unannounced, of course.
Avyan bhaiya took... no no dragged Aastik ji with him for their some so-called 'urgent work'. Aastik ji kept looking at me while leaving like a lost puppy but still went with him. Maybe it really was important.
So Dhirti, with that devilish smile of hers, suggested she’ll come with me instead. I, in return, invited Jaanvi to tag along as well because I wanted my two closest people, my precious ones, to finally connect. A little shopping. A little bonding. What could possibly go wrong?
Our trio stepped into the mall, faces glowing, eyes twinkling, smiles locked in place.
"So? kaha se start kre?" Jaanu asked, looking around like a kid in a candy store.
(So? From where shall we start)
"How about Ahana’s dresses?" Dhirti tilted her head and looked at Jaanvi, who immediately nodded with a big grin.
Ye dono itne ache dost kaise ban gye itne kam time mey? I just stared at them for a second and sighed dramatically.
(How did these two become such good friends in such a short time?)
I opened my mouth to say something "What about—"
"Shut up," Jaanvi cut me off with her signature sass, "We're here for your glow-up, my cutie… So today, you will not talk, not blabber, not suggest. We will choose your clothes, your makeup, your everything. And like a good girlfriend, you will follow us. Am I right, Dhirti?"
"Absolutely right babe... Trust us Ahana... We will choose absolutely the best things for you," Dhirti said with a not-so-innocent smile and winked at Jaanu.
These two… I'm getting a bad feeling about this.
"Guys, I’m trusting you… don’t you dare pick out any ridiculous stuff. I’m serious… I won’t speak to either of you," I warned, narrowing my eyes
"We will see," they both said in sync and dragged me towards one of the stores. It was a classic,aesthetically curated boutique. Warm ambient lighting, decorated with clean minimalism, and filled with mannequins that looked straight out of a Pinterest board.
"Sit here," Jaanu said, pointing at the little pastel-coloured couch near the trial rooms.
I looked at them like they lost it. "No please... lemme also check out some clothes," I said, almost pleading.
They looked at each other with a big sigh, like I was a stubborn kid asking to hold the steering wheel.
"Fine. come with us," they finally said, rolling their eyes like I ruined their master plan.
I went to check out some Anarkalis when a sudden thought crossed my mind — “My sweetheart in saree.”
That’s what he said, right? I paused, feeling my cheeks heat up. Typical Aastik ji and his silly little lines… uff.
I quietly excused myself from the duo, who were still digging through outfits like they were on a serious mission.
I walked towards the saree section. There were so many different vibrant sarees. Each of them looked so beautiful, so soft… like every way possible. The kind you see in those dreamy Bollywood movies.
I roamed my eyes slowly over the racks. I wanted to choose a few of the best looking ones. I have money from my work so I can use it. My secret splurge.
And then my eyes fell on a soft blue saree… it looked silky, like clouds turned into fabric. My hand reached for it without thinking twice.
I instantly chose it. Perfect.
Then I picked up a few more beautiful sarees, I couldn’t help but imagine myself in them. Spinning around, maybe laughing, maybe hiding my face in Aastik ji’s chest. Uff, seriously Ahana… stop.
All of them were light, not overly shiny, and so soft to touch. Easy to carry, easy to wear, and honestly, enough to make me smile for no real reason.
After looking for few more minutes I started leaving the section, satisfied… but then my eyes fell on something.
A red saree. Draped perfectly on a mannequin like it was made to ruin people.
So beautiful. So sexy. So bold. So Aastik ji's type…
I blinked and took a step forward, eyeing it with a 'this one's mine' look.
"Excuse me!" I called a staff member quickly, before someone else laid eyes on my saree.
"Pack that saree please," I requested, trying to sound calm but my heart was dancing like crazy.
"Sure ma'am," she said politely and left.
I kept staring at the saree for a second more, smiling like a fool, and finally turned around to find the two devils I came here with.
They came to me with a look.
"What did you buy?" they asked, crossing their arms.
"I bought some sarees," I replied casually, trying to avoid eye contact but I could feel the blush on my cheeks.
They both let out a knowing sigh, like this was exactly what they had predicted. "We should’ve seen this coming… come with us, now," Dhirti said. And before I could even blink, they latched onto my arms and dragged me across the store, straight to the innerwear section.
Perfect. Let the torture begin.
"W-what are we doing here?" I asked them with wide eyes.
"Ahana, see! We chose this bra for you," Dhirti said excitedly, showing me a red lacy bra with ribbons.
"What the actual hell…" I whispered, staring at it then at them like a dumb.
"What the hell are you guys planning?" I looked at both of them, eyes still wide, almost stepping back in panic.
"Try it on," Janvi said with a mischievous grin and without warning, pushed me towards the trial room.
"No… absolutely not. Have you both lost it?! I’m not wearing that!" I half-yelled, scandalised.
"Yes, we have lost it," she said confidently, flipping her hair like a full-blown villainess. 'Now go. We’ve got more pieces lined up for you." and left from there, leaving me standing like a total dumb... with that red lacy bra in my hand.
I exhaled sharply, my entire face already on fire. Admitting defeat, I turned and slipped into the trial room, still wondering how I got myself into this mess.
I quickly slipped it on. The ribbons hung teasingly near my nipples, soft and barely brushing my skin. The bra itself was so deep-cut, it barely covered the lower part of my breasts.
This looks… kinda weird.
I turned to look at myself in the mirror. I mean… I looked hot. But also like I’d faint on the spot if someone actually saw me wearing it. Especially him.
When would I even wear this?
I can never wear it in front of him.
I’ll die out of embarrassment if he ever sees me in this bra.
I unclasped it quickly and pulled my clothes back on, cheeks still burning from the ridiculousness of it all. But as I reached for the trial room curtain to step out—
There they were. Both of them.
Standing like two lunatics, grinning ear to ear.
"Acha hua tum dono yahi ho—" I started to say, but before I could even finish, they shoved another thing into my hand and pushed me back inside.
(It's good that both of you are here—)
Wow. This is hell. Literal hell.
I looked down at the new piece of fabric they’d handed me.
A nightgown.
Not just any nightgown.
Short. Lacy. Backless. And so dangerously see-through.
My eyes widened. "What in the actual hell is this"
Without even trying it on, I marched out of the trial room with the gown clutched in my hand and a full-blown don’t-mess-with-me face.
"I won’t wear these shits," I snapped at both of them, holding the nightgown.
But instead of backing off, both of them looked at each other and then turned to me, all calm and evil.
"Babe... listen carefully... We already bought these items for you… So you have to take them. And ya, there’s only one more thing we need to buy for you… then our part will be done," Janvi said like a true villain.
Dhirti nodded, hands tucked behind her back, pretending to be all sweet and innocent while clearly enjoying every bit of my suffering.
"Wait—what?! Who paid for this stuff? Why would you guys buy it?" I asked in disbelief
"Ooo hell nah, bro… We didn’t…" Dhirti said, dragging her words with a dramatic pause. "Your Aastik ji bought it."
I stared at them. My jaw was about to touch the floor.
"How come he bought it?! He didn’t even come with us?" I asked, confused and honestly, panicking.
"Who said?" Dhirti smirked.
"Turn back, Ahana."
I turned slowly… and there he was—standing with Avyan bhaiya, phone in hand, casually talking and looking all handsome and calm.
"Abhi Ahana… If you try to return these also na… you can’t. Not in front of your Aastik ji," Dhirti teased, wiggling her brows.
"You guys are so bad! Why did you have to do this!" I whined like a kid, literally stomping my foot.
This is harassment. Stylish, branded, lingerie-level harassment.
"Guys what the hell is this? I don't even know what you guys bought for me other than the sarees," I whisper-scolded both of them, trying not to scream in the middle of the shop.
"Aree bss itni si baat?" Dhirti said dramatically, "look, we bought 5 sets of lingerie, all with different sexy designs, 10 sets of sexy nightgowns and ya... for you to not scold us, we also bought you some normal dresses like frocks, kurtis, anarkalis and all. Oh! And makeups were chosen by Jaanvi, she said she knows what company you use..." she added with a proud smile.
My lips parted in shock. I stared at them.Are they my friends or enemies?
What in the world have they done?
"Guys why don’t you understand—"
"Chup!" Jaanu cut me off with a glare, "Don’t you want jiju to find you sexy? Cute?"
"Jaanu but—"
"No but. Let’s go. Do you want to buy something else more for you?" she asked, already pulling me away.
I nodded slowly and walked straight to the kids' section.
While I was shopping for sarees earlier, I’d noticed a few cute things here that had caught my eye.
And then my eyes fell on it, a pretty pink bow hairband with a matching scarf. So adorable. This was exactly what I was looking for.
I picked up a few more sets in different colors and rushed toward the billing counter before those two devils could pop up again and drag me off somewhere ridiculous.
As I reached the counter, my eyes shifted toward the exit.
There they were—Dhirti, Jaanu, Avyan bhaiya, and Aastik ji, all standing together near the doors.
"Mam, you have to pay 3500," the staff member said.
"Ok... ok," I replied, fumbling through my purse and quickly taking out my card.
But just when I was about to tap it, a voice stopped me.
"Use my card."
I froze. Slowly turned my head and saw him standing right behind me.
He arched a brow arrogantly, a smug smirk tugging at his lips. "You sure about that, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and laced with challenge.
I gave a quick nod, avoiding his gaze, eyes darting anywhere but his.
"Alright then…" he muttered, before turning to the staff with a cold edge in his voice. "We’ll be picking up one last thing, billing can wait."
I looked at him in confusion.
I’m not getting a good feeling about this.
Then without saying anything, he seized my hand, picked up a dress from a rack without even looking at it properly, and started walking towards the trial rooms.
And then—
HE CAME INSIDE WITH ME.
Inside the trial room.
Wait. WHAT? WHAT JUST HAPPENED? Did he just… come inside WITH ME?!
"A-Aastik ji… aap… why did you come inside? If someone sees us, we’re… we’re finished," I whispered, voice quivering with nervous tension as I tried to keep it low.
But before I could utter another syllable, his hands clamped around my arms with a possessive firmness, and in one swift, deliberate move, he caged me between the wall and his body.
My breath hitched as my back met the cold surface, my front consumed by the searing heat of his closeness.
I slowly looked up through my lashes.
His jaw was locked tight, nostrils flaring with barely restrained intensity. And his eyes? Blazing. Sinfully dark. A firestorm of desire and fury swirling in their depths.
He looked very angry at this point.
"You really enjoy paying, don’t you?" he murmured, voice coated in a dangerous, seductive edge. "Even when I’m standing right in front of you? Fine then… I’ll pay at the counter," he leaned in, his breath ghosting against my skin, "and you pay right here."
Before I could even comprehend what he meant, his lips crashed against my neck, hot and unrelenting. His warm saliva lingered as his tongue moved slowly over my skin, every lick sending shivers down my spine. The way he touched me, tasted me, claimed me—it was maddening. God, he was so good, every movement deliberate and skilled, like he knew exactly how to unravel me.
Every graze of his teeth, every slow drag of his lips felt like he was leaving his mark, branding me with the heat of his mouth, making sure I wouldn’t forget who I belonged to.
My eyes fluttered shut, a soft gasp escaping as waves of pleasure surged through my body. My fingers clutched his shoulders, desperate and trembling.
"Aahh…" I moaned, barely audible, my knees weakening under his touch,
but his grip around my waist was so firm, it held me steady—anchoring me despite the rush of weakness.
His lips paused for a breathless second, just long enough for his voice to slide against my skin like a velvet warning. "If you want everyone to know exactly what I’m doing to you, in here…" he whispered, his breath hot and teasing, "then moan for me."
His tongue traced slowly along my jaw, deliberate and slow.
"But if you don’t," he murmured, his voice dipping lower, darker, "then control you moan sweetheart."
Control? He expects me to hold back while his lips are working as magic through every inch of my skin?
His mouth moved again, working with intoxicating skill, his tongue sliding over the tender spots—soothing, teasing, and driving me absolutely insane.
I bit my lip hard, struggling to hold back a whimper. Goshh... What kind of torture iss this!
"Aastik ji, please," I whispered, my voice trembling, barely holding itself together. A silent plea. An ache I couldn’t name.
"Please what, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice low and dripping with heat as his lips traced slow, deliberate kisses along my collarbone.
From there, his lips traveled upward, grazing slowly along my jawline before brushing against my cheek. His breath, warm and heavy, danced across my skin, making every inch of me ache with anticipation. My hands curled into fists, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping me steady.
"Please… it’s… it’s…" I tried to speak, but the words melted the moment his fingers pinched my waist, then began to roam across my back with a deliberate, teasing pressure.
"Aah…" I gasped, unable to hold it in, every nerve in my body coming alive beneath his touch.
"Open your eyes, sweetheart," he whispered softly, pressing a tender kiss over my lids.
I slowly opened them, heart pounding, only to find him so close… so damn close. His eyes weren’t just looking at me, they were reading me. Every thought. Every emotion.
He could see everything.
"Please stop this… if someone sees us like this then—" I managed to say, my voice trembling, barely a whisper.
"Then what, sweetie? What can they possibly say?" he murmured against my lips, his tone low and possessive. "You’re my wife. I can touch you, hold you, tease you… and no one’s going to stop me."
"Not even me?" I whispered, my fingers tightening around his biceps, needing something to hold on to.
He paused for a moment, eyes softening just a little, then let out a quiet chuckle. "No, sweetheart… only you can stop me. Only you," he said, brushing his nose against mine in a gentle, intimate gesture.
Then he leaned back slightly, that familiar teasing smirk curling at his lips.
"Now… look at the mirror and blush some more," he said with a wink. "I’ll go pay the bill."
Confused, I looked at my reflection and, "fuck." Not again.
He’d given me a love bite. Again. Bold, dark, and right where it couldn’t be missed.
I quickly hid it with my hair and stepped out, my face burning bright red. This man, why does he have to embarrass me so much? I wish I could do the same to him someday.
Trying to act normal, I stepped out and joined Dhirti, Jaanvi, and Avyan bhaiya, my eyes glued to the floor. I could still feel the heat on my cheeks.
Suddenly, the three of them exchanged looks, and Jaanvi said with a gasp, "Who’s that girl talking to Aastik jiju?"
My head snapped up instantly, scanning around for some random girl, but there's no one.
When I looked back at them, their gazes were specifically locked on my neck.
Fuck.
I quickly turned and tried to cover the mark again with my hair, but it was too late. The damage was already done.
"Ahu, that wasn’t there a few minutes ago, right?" Jaanvi asked, narrowing her eyes in full detective mode.
"Jaanvi, did you notice when it showed up? When she walked out of the trial room," Dhirti chirped, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"And didn’t Aastik go in with her too? So that means... Ahemm...ahemm" Avyan bhaiya joined in, grinning like he knew all the secrets.
Hey dear earth, please make a crack and swallow me.
My face turned even more red, burning like fire.
"Yes, so? She’s my woman. Is there a problem if I went inside with her?" Aastik ji said casually, joining us and sliding his hand slowly onto my waist.
"No… no… what would be our problem, right guys?" Avyan bhaiya said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the drama.
"Yeah… we… we don’t have any problem," Jaanvi and Dhirti said trying to hold in their laughter while I stood there dying inside.
After that, one by one we all came outside the store.
It was already so late, "Umm… shall we go eat something? I’m really hungry," Jaanvi said, rubbing her stomach.
We all nodded agreeing with her and headed to a nearby restaurant.
"Guys, I need to go to the washroom," I mumbled, desperate for a moment to breathe.
"Oo wait, I’ll also go," Dhirti said, immediately catching up with me, her face already cooking up something mischievous.
Author
Ahana stepped into the washroom, exhaling a long breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding. Finally, a moment away from all the teasing, all the stares. She leaned against the sink, closing her eyes, trying to calm the storm of heat still lingering on her skin.
Meanwhile, just outside, Dhirti stood with a sly smirk playing on her lips. She glanced around quickly, then pulled out her Phone and typed a message with lightning speed.
Sent: Mission Trap Activated. 🐍
On the other end, Jaanvi’s phone buzzed. She peeked at the screen, saw Dhirti’s name, and her lips curved into a slow, dramatic smirk. Mischief sparkled in her eyes, though her face remained as innocent as a toddler
She turned toward Aastik, blinking sweetly, "Jiju… Ahana ko na, uss bag mein se kuch chahiye tha. Can you please take it to her?"
Aastik looked at her, one brow rising ever so slightly. He wasn’t easily fooled, and this sudden sweetness reeked of trouble. He could smell the setup from a mile away. Still, after a brief pause and a suspicious sigh, he picked up the bag and made his way toward the washroom.
There, Dhirti was casually lingering near the entrance, her face lighting up the moment she spotted him.
"You came! Ahana was asking for a handkerchief she bought from the shop. Can you please give it to her? Okay bye!" she rushed the words in one breath and sprinted away faster than a thief.
Aastik stood there blinking like 'What the hell just happened?' He shook his head, mumbling, "Handkerchief, huh?" and started searching through the bag. His fingers touched a soft piece of fabric, and as he pulled it out and looked at it.
Silence.
His breath got stuck in his throat. His mind blanked.
It. Was. Not. A. Handkerchief.
It was that lacy red ribbon bra.
His fingers froze around it, eyes wide, heart thumping like a drum solo. At the same exact moment, Ahana walked out of the washroom, drying her hands with a tissue and then she froze.
Her eyes widened Her soul left her body. Her feet turned to stone.
"He saw it. He saw it..." she whispered, and the next second, she launched herself toward him and snatched it out of his hand at the speed of light, stuffing it deep into the bag like it never existed.
Aastik was too stunned to move. His brain short-circuited.
A bra? With a bow? Red? That one?
He turned to look at her, trying to act normal, but it was no use. Now every time his eyes met hers, all he could see was her in that bra.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair.
Without saying a word, both of them rejoined the group trying way too hard to look like nothing had just happened.
Jaanvi slowly leaned over to Ahana and whispered with a mischievous grin, "Did he see that? It was my and Dhirti’s idea."
Ahana turned to them with wide, horrified eyes, blinking like she couldn't believe what she just heard. Then, without a word, she shot up from her seat.
Every head at the table turned as she stormed forward, eyes blazing, and with both hands, she grabbed Jaanvi’s and Dhirti’s ears.
"Bohot zyada dimag nahi chalta tum logo ka, huh? Kisne bola tha itna dimag lagane ko? Idiots!" she snapped, tugging at their ears mercilessly.
"Aah… Ahana! Sorry, sorry! Aah, it’s hurting!" both girls whined in unison, wriggling and twisting under her grip.
After a full minute of well-deserved ear punishment, she let go with a dramatic huff and marched back to her seat. Their lunch continued in a heavy silence… at least on the surface.
Because the three—Avyan, Jaanvi, and Dhirti kept exchanging teasing glances, smirking like they'd just witnessed a blockbuster drama unfold live.
Meanwhile, Ahana and Aastik sat stiffly, both completely trapped in their own chaotic thoughts.
Her brain was screaming, "He saw it… HE SAW IT! My lacy bow bra! I can’t survive this. I’m never showing my face again."
While his thoughts were absolutely no better, "What I just saw… that lace… that little bow… holy shit, I’m never forgetting it. Ever."
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