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Adwitya's POV

The confines of my room, usually a sanctuary, felt stifling. The wedding festivities, though exciting, had left me restless, a strange energy buzzing beneath my skin. An aimless walk seemed like the only antidote. I found myself drawn to the roof terrace, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the warmth of the hotel.

As I approached the railing, the cityscape stretching out before me like a glittering tapestry, a voice broke the stillness. "Aap yaha kya kar rahi hai Adwitya?" (What are you doing here Adwitya?)

My heart did a peculiar little dance at the sound of his voice. I turned, a flutter of surprise and something else, something I couldn't quite name, in my chest. He sat on the stairs, the moonlight painting his features in a soft, silver glow.

"Ma...Main wo... neend nahi aari thi toh isliye," I stammered, my carefully constructed composure crumbling. "A...Aap yaha kya kar rahe hai?" (I...I...wasn't feeling sleepy that's why. What are you doing here?)

"I wasn't sleepy either," he replied, his voice a low, soothing cadence. He shifted, making space beside him, an unspoken invitation.

The silence that followed was charged, a palpable tension that hummed in the air between us. It wasn't uncomfortable, not exactly, but rather a quiet awareness, a shared space that amplified the frantic rhythm of my heart. The distance between us felt both impossibly close and achingly vast, a silent yearning to bridge the gap, to reach out and... touch him. 

He gazed at the moon, his profile etched against the dark canvas of the night. I, however, found my attention drawn to him. There was a serenity in his features, a calmness that seemed to radiate outwards, soothing the restlessness within me. His nose, small and delicate, had a tiny mole near the bridge, a detail I hadn't noticed before. His jawline was sharp, defined, and his lips, full and expressive, held a silent allure. When he smiled,  the dimples that appeared transform him into something... dangerously captivating.

The spell was broken when he spoke, his voice low and steady. "Aap kuch kehna chahti hai?" (Do you wanna say something?)

I hesitated, then looked away, a blush warming my cheeks. "Niii," I whispered, the word barely audible. (No.)

He turned his head, his eyes meeting mine, a silent question hanging in the air. "Aap puch sakti hai Adwitya." (You can ask Adwitya.)

The question that had been gnawing at me since yesterday, the one I had carefully pushed aside, resurfaced with a sudden urgency. "Aapne humse pucha tha ki hume koi force toh nii kar raha shadhi k liye, Aapne hume apne bare me toh btaya hi niii?" (You asked me if I was being forced by my family for this marriage, but you didn't tell me about you?)

Aarav's POV

The sterile confines of my room, after a long call with my assistant, felt strangely isolating. The allure of the night air, the promise of solitude, drew me to the roof terrace.  I sat on the steps, the city lights twinkling below, lost in the labyrinth of my thoughts.

The soft sound of footsteps broke the silence, and I turned to see Adwitya, wrapped in a shawl, walking towards the railing. "Aap yaha kya kar rahi hai Adwitya?"  I asked, the question a gentle intrusion into her solitude. (What are you doing here Adwitya?)

Her reply, a stammered explanation about sleeplessness, mirrored my own restlessness. I shifted, creating space beside me, an unspoken invitation to share the quiet solitude.

As we sat in silence, I found myself drawn to her. The moonlight, a soft, ethereal glow, painted her face in delicate strokes. Her eyes, wide and luminous, reflected the city lights like tiny stars, holding a depth that both intrigued and unsettled me. Her nose, small and perfectly formed, and her lips, full and slightly parted, as if she was about to speak. I noticed a faint tremor in her hands, a hint of the unspoken tension that hung between us.

"Aap kuch kehna chahti hai?" I asked, turning my gaze back to the moon, my voice a low murmur that blended with the quiet night. (Do you wanna say something?)

She hesitated, then looked away, a soft "Niii" escaping her lips, a whisper lost in the night air.  (No.)

I turned to face her, my eyes searching hers, a silent invitation to break the unspoken barrier between us. "Aap puch sakti hai Adwitya." (You can ask Adwitya.)

Her gaze met mine, and the question she asked, direct and honest, caught me off guard, a gentle challenge to the carefully constructed walls around my heart. "Aapne humse pucha tha ki hume koi force toh nii kar raha shadhi k liye, Aapne hume apne bare me toh btaya hi niii?" (You asked me if I was being forced by my family for this marriage, but you didn't tell me about you?)

The question hung in the air, a silent plea for honesty. I turned back to the moon, the words forming in my mind, a confession whispered to the night. "No one is forcing me Adwitya," I began, my voice low and steady, a promise that echoed in the quiet space between us. "And I'm willing to take this responsibility, Only if it's you." The last part, a silent vow, a secret whispered to the moonlit night. 

I looked at her, and a soft smile touched her lips, a smile that seemed to illuminate the darkness around us. Despite the late hour, I found myself reluctant to leave, to break the fragile intimacy that had settled between us. But the impending festivities, prompted me to speak. "We should go back. Kal se functions start ho rahe hai." (Functions are starting from tomorrow.)

I extended my hand, and she accepted, her touch sending a jolt of warmth through me. We walked back to her room, the silence between us filled with unspoken words, a silent conversation that echoed in the quiet night. At her door, she turned to me, a shy smile and a faint blush colouring her cheeks. "Ummm, Good Night."

"Good Night," I replied, watching as she slipped inside and closed the door, the image of her face, bathed in moonlight, etched in my mind. Back in my room, I lay on the bed, the lingering warmth of her hand in mine a quiet promise of the days to come.

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