I sat there, in shock. Ayush and my parents were deep in discussion, my father's eyes were beaming. I chewed on my bottom lip, inspecting Ayush. His obsidian-shaded eyes flicked to me and his lips curved into a smirk. I flushed with embarrassment and looked away, 

"Aunty, would you mind if I could talk to Nikita?" Ayush cut through my thoughts, my mother nodded almost instantly, Ayush drew a breath. "Alone"

The word sent chills down my spine, I rose to feet, and he followed behind me. I closed the door to my room, inhaling sharply. When I turned to find Ayush much closer to me. He draped his hand around my waist, kissing my jaw.

"I missed you," He murmured into my ear after tucking a string of my hair behind my ear. He continued his assault, trailing open-mouthed kisses on the side of my neck. I felt his fingers undo the buttons of my shirt.

"Ayush, rukh" I pushed him away, he frowned.

"I mean, I guess you're making me wait till after marriage?" A deep-throated chuckle escaped his lips.

"Marriage?" I was dumbfounded, he pressed another kiss onto my lower jaw, he cast a glance at my lips. Leaning towards me, he cupped my cheek.

"Ayush, Stop!" I shoved him, he landed on my bed with a thud.

"Kya Hogai, Tum Ko?" He frowned, I flushed with embarrassment as he checked me out head to toe.

"Are you seriously going to make your fiancé wait till after marriage?" He groaned rising to his feet and wrapping his hands around my waist.

"Ayush, talk clearly!" I clenched my jaw, his smirk widened.

"We're getting married, babe."