A Love Unshaken

They both got in the car and went to the party, which was already in full swing, music pulsating through the hall as people laughed, danced, and celebrated. Aisha held Rishi's hand tightly as they moved through the crowd, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling inside her. When they reached her group of friends, she took a deep breath and, with a proud smile, announced, "Everyone, meet Rishi....my boyfriend."

A chorus of cheers and approving nods followed, along with a few teasing remarks. Rishi tightened his hold on her hand, flashing his signature smirk. "I hope she hasn't been complaining about me too much."

One of Aisha's friends laughed. "Oh, she's done nothing but gush about you. It's honestly sickening."

Aisha rolled her eyes, nudging Rishi playfully. "See what I deal with?"

Rishi chuckled, pulling her a little closer. "Well, they should get used to it. I plan on keeping her."

Aisha felt warmth bloom in her chest as she leaned into him, knowing this was exactly where she belonged.

At one point, Aisha got pulled into a conversation with some acquaintances, and Rishi excused himself to grab a drink. That's when she saw her....the mistress.

Draped in a slinky, barely-there dress, she sauntered up to Rishi, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Aisha tensed but didn't move immediately. She wanted to see how he'd react.

The woman placed a manicured hand on Rishi's chest, her fingers trailing down his shirt as she pouted. "You look so tense, Rishi. Maybe I can help you relax."

Rishi swayed slightly, the drug she had slipped into his drink already taking effect. His head felt heavy, and his vision blurred momentarily, but one thing remained clear....his love for Aisha.

He frowned, blinking hard as he grasped the woman's wrist and moved her hand off him. "Stay away from me," he slurred, taking a step back.

The mistress smirked, undeterred. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. I know you must get bored of just one woman. I can be… an adventure."

Rishi scoffed, his voice drowsy but firm. "I don't need an adventure. I have a wife."

Aisha, who had started walking toward him, stopped in her tracks, eyes widening in surprise.

The mistress blinked. "A wife? But you're not even...."

"I have a wife," Rishi repeated, more forcefully this time. He struggled to steady himself, his mind clouded, but his heart steady. "And she's the only woman I see. The only woman I want."

Aisha burst into laughter, stepping forward and looping her arm around Rishi's waist to keep him steady. "Even when you're drugged, you're loyal," she teased. "Wife, huh? Should I be flattered?"

Rishi turned to her, blinking slowly as a goofy smile spread across his face. "Aisha… my love… my beautiful wife," he drawled, his head dropping onto her shoulder.

She shook her head, grinning. "Let's get you home before you pass out on me."

The mistress glared, knowing her plan had failed. Aisha shot her a knowing smirk. "You really thought you could sway him too? That's cute."

With that, she helped Rishi toward the exit, his arm draped around her shoulders as he mumbled, "Sweetheart... my wife... my everything..." His fingers clumsily traced over hers as he continued, "No one... no one compares to you. You're my home... my heart..."

Aisha chuckled, tightening her grip on him. "Even when you're barely standing, you're still a flirt."

He nuzzled against her shoulder, sighing contently. "Not flirting. Just facts."

She shook her head, leading him toward the car. And Aisha? She couldn't stop smiling.

Her friends exchanged knowing smiles, nudging each other as they watched the scene unfold. One of them whispered, "If this isn't love, I don't know what is."

Meanwhile, Ranvir stood frozen in place, gripping his glass tighter. He had spent so much time believing he could win Aisha back, but now, seeing the way Rishi looked at her....even in his dazed state....he knew he had already lost. Not just lost her, but lost the chance to ever be the man she needed.

Ranvir let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. "Damn... he really loves her, doesn't he?" he muttered under his breath.

One of Aisha's friends, who had been watching, smirked. "More than you ever could."

Ranvir exhaled sharply, the weight of his loss settling in. He had played his games, and now, he was the one left standing alone.

Ranvir hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before helping Aisha steady Rishi. "Come on, let's get him inside," he muttered.

Aisha shot him a wary glance but nodded, struggling to support Rishi's weight. Ranvir held onto Rishi's other side, guiding him toward the car. As they carefully maneuvered him into the seat, Rishi mumbled incoherently, his head lolling against Aisha's shoulder.

"Take care of him," Ranvir said quietly, stepping back. His voice held a tinge of something....regret, maybe? But Aisha didn't have time to analyze it.

She buckled Rishi in, brushing his hair back. "I always do." 

When they got home, Aisha guided Rishi to the couch, helping him sit down. Just as she turned to fetch the hangover medicine, he grabbed her wrist, his grip lazy but firm.

"Stay," he murmured, looking up at her with hazy eyes. "You feel nice."

Aisha sighed, kneeling beside him. "Rishi, you need to rest. I'll be right back."

He tugged her closer, his forehead resting against hers. "But I sleep better when you're here."

She chuckled, brushing his hair back. "You're cute."

Despite his protests, she gently eased him onto the couch, tucking a blanket around him. His hand lingered on hers, his lips curling into a soft smile. "You'll come back, right?"

Aisha kissed his forehead. "Always."

Only then did she get up to fetch the medicine, her heart feeling lighter than it had in years.

She returned with the hangover medicine and handed it to him, watching as he blinked up at her with sleepy eyes and a lazy grin. "Is this my wife?" he murmured, his voice thick with drowsiness. "I have such a cute wife... I'm so lucky."

Aisha raised a brow, smirking. "Wife, huh? We skipped a few steps there."

Rishi pouted, taking the medicine as he tugged her closer. "Technicalities. You're mine. That's all that matters."

She shook her head, amused. "You are absolutely insufferable when you're like this."

He chuckled, nuzzling against her. "And yet, you love it. Admit it."

She sighed dramatically, brushing his hair back. "Fine. Maybe a little." 

Rishi cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he whispered, "Can I kiss you?"

Aisha chuckled, tilting her head slightly. "You're my husband. You don't have to ask."

He smirked, leaning in but pausing just a breath away. "And if I want to touch you?"

She met his gaze, her eyes teasing. "Same answer, Rishi."

His lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. "Good... because I don't plan on stopping at just one kiss."

Then, with trembling hands, he cupped her face, his thumbs tracing slow, reverent circles over her cheeks. His lips brushed against hers, soft at first, then deeper, filled with unspoken desire. His touch roamed, exploring every inch of her with devotion, igniting a fire between them. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of whispered gasps, teasing whispers, and heated touches shared longing. Wrapped in each other, lost in the night, they gave in to the passion simmering between them.

Aisha smirked against his lips, pulling back just enough to tease him. "You're getting greedy, Mr. Husband."

Rishi chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. "Can you blame me? When my wife looks this tempting, how can I not want more?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, but her breath hitched when he pressed a kiss along her jawline. "I swear, you have no control."

"Not when it comes to you," he admitted, his voice husky. "Every time I touch you, I just want to lose myself in you."

Aisha bit her lip, feeling heat rise in her cheeks. "You talk too much."

Rishi grinned, tilting her chin up. "Then why don't you shut me up?" he whispered before capturing her lips again, this time more demanding, more urgent.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she murmured against his mouth, "I don't know how you do it."

He chuckled, flipping her onto her back as he hovered over her. "But you love it."

Aisha sighed dramatically. "Fine, maybe a little."

Rishi smirked, trailing his fingers down her arm. "Just a little? I think I can change that."

She rolled her eyes, but her breath hitched as he leaned down, brushing his lips along her jaw.

Rishi teased her, his fingers tracing along her waist before pulling her closer. "Then let me make you crave it every second."

He grinned. "You're irresistible. Seems like we're stuck with each other."

She playfully pushed at his chest. "That's not how this works."

Rishi nipped at her earlobe, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Oh? Then enlighten me, Mrs. Rishi."

They both smiled, their eyes reflecting the warmth of the love they shared, as Rishi pulled Aisha closer, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "You know you're stuck with me forever now, right?" he murmured against her skin.

Aisha chuckled, "Forever doesn't sound too bad when it's with you."

He smiled, "Good, because I plan on making you mine in every way possible."

She arched a playful brow. "Oh? And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Mr. Rishi?"

He leaned in, his breath hot against her lips. "By never letting you go."

With that, he kissed her, slow and deep, sealing a promise neither of them would ever break.

His fingers brushed against her cheek. "I love you, Aisha."

Her breath hitched, but she smiled. "I love you too, idiot."

When exhaustion finally claimed them, they lay entangled, her head resting against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around her, their breaths steady, hearts still racing, she slept soundly knowing that her life....no, their life....was just beginning.