Arna sniffled as she slapped Ivan's arm. Scolding her, teasing her, and making her wait for so many years, she couldn't believe he was saying so many positive words.

She extended her hand as she nodded vigorously, "Yes, Ivan Ross, you will be my husband. Nobody else."

Ivan slid the ring to her finger ring, wiped her tears, and enveloped her in a tight embrace.

"Am I really so good?" Arna asked after calming her nerves.

"Sometimes, lies work rather well than the truth." He teased her with a smirk and watched her eyes open in bewilderment.

Arna now wanted to crush the wooden box on his head. Pushing herself back, she tried to hit him "Iva...."

Ivan captured her lips with his, freezing her. Her eyes fluttered close when his lips gently caressed her lips while his hands held her waist and pulled her to close.

Arna felt her heart race in her chest, her hands found their way to his shoulder, and pressed herself against his. She tried her best to hold the box, stopping her moan when his tongue brushed over her lips. She gave in to the temptation of his mint-tasting lips and kissed him back.

Little clumsy, a hint of nervousness at first, before he slid his tongue in her warm sweet mouth and met hers.

Arna didn't realize when all her logical thoughts left her, the box had slid off her hand, losing in his fervent kiss, melting in the arms that were tightening wrapped around her.

He was letting her take a breath before sealing her lips in hot searing kisses dousing their years' wait.

Both panted for some air as he supported her to stand. Flushed and surrendered, Arna looked heart-achingly beautiful to his eyes and tempting to his body. He inhaled sharply, shaking off his treacherous thoughts.

Arna gulped thinking of their kiss. It was better than how she had thought and each time getting better. Seeing his hard muscles pressed against hers, she felt her cheeks burn. She didn't want to appear pervert to him before their marriage so stood back. She remembered the other ring. "Box!?"

She was about to move, Ivan pulled her back to his arms and their eyes met. She felt a hint of shyness before she cupped his face and pecked on his tempting lips. "I love you, Ivan."

Satisfied, Ivan wanted to let her take the box, but couldn't. He pulled her close, grabbed her back head, and bit her lips. Arna cried before she earned a kiss on her cheek.

Arna punched him before fetching the rolled-away box, she put the ring on his finger, and announced, "You are mine. Don't you dare think of anybody else…"

Ivan chuckled at her declare.

"Don't go to anybody's dream either. You are the only mine everywhere." She claimed what was hers.

His laughter turned awkward before knocking on her head and pulling her into his arms. If he could really control that, then he would appear nowhere but her dreams to make it beautiful, erase her fears and make her happier.

"Mom and Dad already know about us…"

"Everyone in your family knew before you got to know," Ivan revealed the little secret.

Arna: "..."

She guessed when Alan had taken Ivan upstairs, Ivan must have told everything to her father and uncle. She was about to stomp his feet and stopped. She pinched his waist instead.

He was about to slap her hand but gently held her wrist, "Domestic violence is against the law, Snow." He said with a straight face and Arna burst into laughter, again punching his stomach.

She was saying something serious, "Alright, did you tell Aunt Eva and Uncle Isaac? Let's talk together." She wasn't sure if they would be happy with her. Since they were her parent's best friends, she wanted to be very careful, without hiding about her and Ivan from them.

Ivan had told them but his mother's reaction and avoidance of the topic was important. He thought to tell her later without making her worry, "Are you free in the evening? Any plans?"

Arna shook her head, "No plans." so Ivan continued, "Let's have dinner at my place. I will pick you in the evening."

Arna nodded before she demanded, "Let's have lunch with Mom and Dad, I will call bro, if possible, Noor."

Ivan nodded before asking her as he took her to the arch to give her the champagne he had bought for her. "What are they up to by the way?" Arsh hadn't told him anything.

Arna was excited remembering Arsh and Noor, "I think it's not as hard as we had thought. Noor was always in a safe comfort zone around Bro so Bro's small act of his attention on her is enough to put her thoughts in a frenzy. Good thing is, she is liking the small advances of Bro but isn't reciprocating yet... I guess. I am afraid of external thoughts and pressure on her."

Ivan understood whose external thoughts and pressures will be tough on Noor. He gave it a thought before suggesting, "Shall we four gather in the evening?" Even though he was angry at Naira, her friend circle was only them. Abandoning her wouldn't make things better, instead, Naira should have to understand, accept her mistake and face them.

Arna nodded, accepting his arrangement. "I had messaged her a few days back, but she didn't respond to me."

She knew Ivan believes in living together, mending relationships and she was happy they weren't going to live without trying to make things right with Naira. She was her best friend, she didn't want to lose her without trying it.

But Arsh was different. He might not treat Naira the same or just an old acquaintance.

After spending some time together, stealing a lot more kisses sitting on the lawn, Arna pushed him to leave, "Go to work. My employees will think I am horny at this rate. Damn, Go go. I will see you at lunch."

However she again ended up in his arms, She pinched his cheek seeing his reluctance. She already knew he took leave from work for the first time, just for her. "You should have chosen a night."

His plan was the same but he woke up early in the morning, changed all the plans, "I didn't have so much patience." He said the truth.

Giggling, Arna reached for his lips unthinkingly before she slapped her forehead, "Why am I kissing you so much?" She mumbled to herself and waved her hand, "Go, Ivan. I have work."

Ivan who had already anticipated the kiss gritted his teeth and pinned her to the ground, cradling her head in his hand, taking her by surprise.

After five minutes, Ivan kissed her forehead and stood up. Buttoning his blazer, he wanted to pull her up but the girl covered her eyes and cried, "Go, Ivan."