A SHORT STORY (Completed)
Invitations- Printed ✓
Event planner- Hired ✓
Attire- Purchased ✓
Honeymoon- Planned ✓
Grooming- Done ✓
Photographer- Booked ✓
STATUS: All set for the wedding.
A big fat Indian wedding is incomplete without some drama. But...
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The cool breeze passed above her glowing face, who did slight movements due to the disturbance in her sleep. She felt a strong arm wrapped around her waist that didn't enable her to move any further.
And then her eyes shot open like an owl and she met with his bearded cheek.
It was a shocking realization for her that her face was buried in his neck, leg on top of his, half of her body practically on top his own as she could feel his hardness.
Her brown orbs wandered over his sleeping face. His mouth was slightly parted open, hair messily toppled over his head unlike everytime when they're gelled back into perfection. No doubt he looked adorable at this moment and she couldn't help but to swipe her hand through his hair.
A groan came from the back of his throat at her actions and she immediately backed away her hand.
And the very next moment, her mouth dropped open due to the shock as he took her wrist in tight grip and placed it again in his hair as a gesture for her to continue what she was doing.
She bit her lip due to shyness as he still hadn't open his eyes, but laid his head on top of her bossoms, pulling her closer from her naked buttocks.
She shivered under his touch which didn't go unnoticed by him and he lazily opened his eyes, his grey orbs looking lovingly at her which made a red hue appear her cheeks.
His fingers slightly brushed with her cheeks, as he admired his wife who looked absolutely beautiful and perfect to him, in his arms, in the most intimate way it was possible.
"Good morning." He rasped out, his morning voice sending silent vibrations in her body that directly reached her core.
"Morning." She mumbled, hiding her face in his chest.
She could feel it vibrate a little as he let out a small laugh at Reva's shyness. Maybe it's the first time he had seen her behave this way.
"Do you regret what happened last night?" He couldn't help but to ask as 5 minutes had passed but she hadn't uttered any word.
"What? No." She instantly responded, a slight frown forming on her forehead at what thoughts he was leading onto.
"Then why are you not even looking at me?" He asked, this time softly.
"You know why. I just feel shy." She mumbled against his chest, feeling the warmth of being in his arms.
"Reva and feeling shy? Hmm, isn't that hard to believe?" He teased while pulling her face upwards now that she was facing him.
Her leg slightly brushed against his hard manhood, him finding the desire while looking at his wife and both of them stiffened.
But as soon as their gazes met, their lips crashed onto each other's, exploring each other's mouth to the fullest, him pulling her closer if even possible and her feeling the haywire of emotions and feelings with his touch.
