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I am very sorry I accidentally skipped a chapter while posting. I request you to please read chapter 27 before reading chapter 26 or else you will have trouble understanding the story.
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CHAPTER 27
The next morning, Shruti woke up feeling like a kid on Christmas morning. She got ready, taking extra care to look perfect for her special day. She slipped into a beautiful floral dress, the colors dancing across the fabric like a spring morning. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and the soft fabric felt like a gentle caress against her skin.
As she admired herself in the mirror, her phone rang, shrill in the silence. She picked up, her heart skipping a beat as she heard Siddharth's voice on the other end. "Are you ready? I'm here," he asked, his tone low and husky. Shruti's pulse quickened as she replied, "Yes, I'm coming." She took one last glance in the mirror, smoothing out her hair and practicing a bright smile.
With a spring in her step, Shruti came downstairs, her parents looking up from the hall as she entered. They smiled, their eyes shining with warmth and love. "Here is the birthday girl," her mom said, her voice filled with pride. Her mom walked towards her, arms open wide, and enveloped her in a warm hug. "Happy Birthday, sweetie," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
Shruti hugged her mom back, feeling a lump form in her throat. "Thank you, Mom," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her dad joined in, his deep voice rumbling as he said, "Happy Birthday, Shruti." She smiled, feeling grateful for her loving family. "Thank you, Dad," she replied, hugging him tightly.
Her mom asked, "Is Siddharth here?" Shruti nodded, her heart skipping a beat at the mention of his name. "Yes, he's waiting outside." Her mom smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, then you should hurry." Shruti nodded, hugging her mom one last time. "Bye, Mom," she said, her voice filled with excitement.
Her mom replied, "Go enjoy your day, sweetie. We love you." Shruti smiled, feeling grateful for her family's love and support. She walked outside, the warm sunlight enveloping her like a gentle hug. And then she saw him – Siddharth, standing by the car, looking impossibly handsome in a sky-blue half-sleeve shirt and white pants. Shruti's heart skipped a beat as she thought, He looks hot in everything.
Siddharth looked up, his face lighting up with a bright smile as he saw her. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his hair was perfectly messy, as if he'd just rolled out of bed. Shruti felt her pulse quicken as he walked towards her, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter.
As Shruti walked towards Siddharth, he took her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle caress. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. "Happy Birthday, baby," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. He looked up at her, his eyes sparkling with adoration, and added, "You look beautiful as always."
Shruti's cheeks flushed with a delicate blush, and she felt her heart skip a beat at the sincerity in his voice. Siddharth escorted her to the car, opening the door for her with a gallant gesture. As she slid into the seat, he closed the door behind her and walked around to the driver's side.
Once he was settled in the driver's seat, he turned to her and said, "Look behind." Shruti's curiosity was piqued, and she turned to glance at the backseat. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw multiple bouquets of red roses, their velvety petals unfolding like a romantic gesture. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with delight. "Thank you so much, Siddharth," she said, her eyes shining with appreciation.
Siddharth smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "There's more," he said, his voice low and mysterious. Shruti's curiosity was piqued, and she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Huh?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Siddharth pointed to the glove compartment in front of her. "Open that," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. Shruti's fingers trembled slightly as she opened the compartment, and a bunch of chocolates spilled onto her lap. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she saw her favorite treats. "Oh, these are my favorites!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy.
She quickly grabbed one of the chocolates and tore off the wrapper, the sweet aroma wafting up to her nostrils. As she took a bite, her lashes squeezed shut in pleasure, and the chocolate melted in her mouth, releasing a burst of sweetness. Siddharth watched her, a smile on his face, as she savored the chocolate.
But as he gazed at her, he noticed a small smear of chocolate on her lips. Without hesitation, he leaned in and licked the chocolate off her lips, the touch sending a spark of electricity through her body. Shruti was stunned, and when he pulled away, she realized what he had done. A flush rose to her cheeks, and she playfully hit him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You love doing that, don't you?" she said, her voice teasing.
Siddharth chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. He started the engine, and soon they were on the road, the scenery passing by in a blur as they drove to their destination. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and chocolate, and the sound of their laughter echoed through the car, a joyful melody that accompanied them on their journey.
As Shruti savored the rich, velvety chocolate, she asked, her voice filled with anticipation, "So, where are we going?" Siddharth's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his expression mysterious. "It's a surprise," he said, his voice low and teasing.
Shruti pouted, mocking disappointment, her lips curling downward. "Come on, tell me now," she pleaded, her voice playful. Siddharth chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Just wait a little more," he said, his voice dripping with patience.
Shruti huffed, pretending to be annoyed. "You are too secretive," she said, her voice laced with mock frustration. The hours ticked by, and the landscape outside the car window changed, the scenery becoming more and more breathtaking.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached their destination. Siddharth helped Shruti out of the car, and she gazed up at the huge resort in awe. "OMG..." she breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. The resort's grandeur took her breath away, its architecture a blend of modern and traditional styles.
Siddharth smiled, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. "So, did you like the surprise?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation. Shruti nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with excitement. "Yes, it's so beautiful," she exclaimed.
Siddharth took her hand, and they walked into the resort, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the lobby. They checked in, and soon they were in their room, the spacious interior and large windows taking Shruti's breath away.
As she walked to the balcony, a cool ocean breeze caressed her cheeks, and she took a deep breath, inhaling the salty air. The view was breathtaking, and she felt her heart swell with emotion. Suddenly, she felt two hands on her stomach, and she realized that Siddharth was hugging her from behind.
Her heartbeat fastened as she felt his warm body pressed against her back. He put his chin on her shoulder, and she felt his warm breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She turned towards him, and found herself trapped between his arms, her back against the railing.
He looked into her eyes, his gaze gentle and adoring. He leaned in, and when their lips were inches apart, Shruti said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Shouldn't we close the door first?" Siddharth's eyes locked onto hers, and he said, his voice husky, "I can't control it any longer. I want to kiss you."
Shruti's heartbeat fastened, and she closed her eyes, anticipating the kiss. But just as their lips were about to touch, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. Shruti pushed him away hurriedly, and Siddharth looked at the door, annoyed.
A waiter stood at the door, looking embarrassed. "I...I'm very sorry, sir!" he stammered. Siddharth's expression turned annoyed. "What is it?" he asked, his voice curt. The waiter explained that he had brought their breakfast, and Siddharth remembered that he had asked for it to be delivered to their room.
"Oh, right," Siddharth said, his voice a little softer. The waiter put the tray on the table and left, and Siddharth locked the door. As he turned back to Shruti, he said, "So, where were we..." But when he turned, she was gone, and he heard the bathroom door click shut.
"Hey, that's cheating!" he exclaimed, laughing. Inside the bathroom, Shruti chuckled to herself as she took a shower, feeling the exhaustion from the travel melt away. But when she finished showering, she realized that she hadn't brought her clothes inside with her.
"Oh no...I'm so stupid!" Shruti murmured to herself, feeling a surge of frustration and embarrassment. She had forgotten to bring her clothes into the bathroom with her, and now she was stuck, wrapped in a towel, with no clear way to get dressed without exposing herself.
"What should I do now?" she wondered, her mind racing with possibilities. She looked around the bathroom, hoping to find some solution, but there was none. She took a deep breath, wrapped the towel securely around her, and opened the door a crack, peeking outside.
The room was quiet, and she didn't see Siddharth anywhere. She looked around a little more, her eyes scanning the space, and then she spotted her clothes on the bed. "Okay, I'll quickly grab my clothes and go back inside," she murmured to herself, feeling a sense of relief.
She pushed the door open and stepped out into the room, her eyes fixed on her clothes. She moved quickly, trying to minimize her exposure, but just as she was about to reach the bed, Siddharth appeared out of nowhere, pulling her by the wrist and pressing her against the wall.
"Aah!" Shruti exclaimed, surprised and startled. She looked up at Siddharth, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "You scared me!" she said, trying to push him away.
But Siddharth wasn't listening. His gaze was fixed on her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in the sight of her in the towel. His gaze shifted from her wet, slender neck to her shoulder, and then to the cleavage peeking out from the towel. His eyes deepened, and a desire flickered up inside him.
Shruti followed his gaze and realized where he was staring. She quickly covered her chest with her arms, feeling a surge of embarrassment and annoyance. "Hmph, pervert!" she said, trying to push him away.
A flash of disappointment crossed Siddharth's face, and he looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers. "What? I'm your soon-to-be husband, aren't I?" he said, his voice low and husky.
Shruti's eyes narrowed, and she said, "Let me go." Siddharth's grip on her wrist didn't loosen. "On one condition," he said, his voice teasing.
Shruti looked up at him, her eyes curious. "What condition?" she asked, her voice cautious. Siddharth's gaze lowered to her cleavage, and he said, "Let me steal a peek."
Shruti followed his gaze, and her eyes widened as she realized what he was saying. "You!" she exclaimed, pushing him away. Siddharth fell onto the bed, and Shruti quickly got back inside the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Siddharth got up, laughing, and tried to stop her, but the door was already closed. He chuckled to himself, feeling a sense of amusement and desire. "She is so cute," he thought, smiling to himself.
After a while, Shruti emerged from the bathroom, looking radiant in a colorful sundress that showcased her vibrant personality. Her hair was still damp, wrapped in a towel that added a touch of elegance to her overall appearance. She sat down on the stool in front of the dressing table, her eyes sparkling with a sense of relaxation.
As she slowly unwrapped the towel from her head, her hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face with its soft, luscious locks. Siddharth, who had been watching her with interest, couldn't resist the temptation to touch her. He scooped up her hair in his hands, his fingers gently massaging her scalp, and kissed her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
Shruti looked up at him in the mirror, her eyes meeting his reflection. She smiled, her lips curving upward in a gentle, affectionate smile. "Go take a shower now," she said, her voice soft and soothing.
Siddharth hesitated, not wanting to leave her side. "I will, but..." he began, his voice trailing off as he pulled out the hair dryer from the bag and plugged it in. "Let me help you first," he said, his eyes sparkling with a sense of helpfulness, as he kissed her forehead.
With quick, efficient strokes, he dried her hair, his fingers moving deftly through the strands. Shruti watched him, her eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror, her expression a mix of appreciation and affection.
Siddharth caught her glimpse and asked, his voice low and husky, "What happened?" Shruti's eyes met his, and she said, her voice filled with emotion, "I'm so lucky to have you."
Siddharth's expression turned teasing, and he said, his voice laced with amusement, "Well, indeed you are." Shruti chuckled, her eyes sparkling with laughter.
"Now go take a bath quickly," she said, her voice firm but gentle. Siddharth nodded, his eyes still locked on hers, and said, "Okay, okay," as he turned to head into the bathroom.
After a while, Siddharth emerged from the bathroom, his physique captivating Shruti's attention. A towel was wrapped around his waist, showcasing his broad shoulders and chest. His dark, disheveled hair was still damp, with droplets of water cascading gently down his forehead. His wet neck glistened, and his abs rippled beneath the towel.
Shruti's breath caught as she gazed at him, her eyes scanning his body with a mix of admiration and shyness. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, as she struggled to compose herself. Siddharth caught her gaze and teased her, his voice low and playful, "Want a glimpse?"
Shruti snapped back to reality, her eyes meeting his. She tried to play it cool, but her face betrayed her, turning a deep shade of red. "I'll let you see. You know I'm not as merciless as you are." Siddharth said with a wink, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Shruti's embarrassment intensified, and she looked away, trying to hide her feelings. Siddharth chuckled, his laughter low and husky, as he enjoyed her reaction. "I...I was just lost in thoughts," Shruti stammered, trying to cover up her embarrassment.
Siddharth raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Is that so?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. Shruti's embarrassment turned to frustration, and she picked up his clothes, throwing them at him. "Put them on!" she exclaimed, her voice firm but playful.
Siddharth caught the clothes, his eyes still sparkling with amusement. He chuckled and said, "Okay, okay," as he began to get dressed.
