𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈 [Completed]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑-10

The morning sky bloomed with a rosy hue as the rising sun painted its gentle strokes. Two souls slumbered silently, entwined in an intimate embrace. As the sunlight filtered through the window's veil, she stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open. A blush colored her cheeks as she became aware of their intimate position. With an attempt to free herself, she gently tried to extricate from his grasp, but he tightened his hold around her waist, sensing her movement. Breathing in the fragrance of her hair, he felt an undeniable dependence on her presence, as if his very life relied upon it.

"Please," she pleaded, feeling a ticklish sensation, her attempts to escape his grasp persisting. However, he remained steadfast, unwilling to let go.

His deep, dark eyes met hers as he leaned in, his warm lips igniting a passionate kiss, distinct from the previous night's encounter. Sensing her breathlessness, he withdrew from her lips, noticing a few droplets of blood. Tenderly, he wiped them away with his thumb, bestowing a few gentle pecks on her lips, followed by a tender kiss upon her forehead. He then informed her to prepare herself as they needed to depart for Shah Mansion.

She swiftly rose from the bed, and behind her, he smirked, witnessing the evident impact he had on her.

Their clothes hung in the closet, ready for the day ahead. She chose her dress and made her way into the bathroom. Peeling off the clothes, his clothes, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror—hair disheveled, lips swollen, her body adorned with love bites. Thoughts of the previous night washed over her, tinting her cheeks a rosy shade. Seeking solace, she settled into the bathtub, allowing her weary body to relax.

Wrapping herself in a plush bathrobe, she towel-dried her hair. Slipping into a peachy organza kameez adorned with ethereal motifs, she paired it with matching trousers. She applied a light layer of moisturizer to her face and hands. With her hair neatly combed and cascading down her back, she completed her ensemble with delicate earrings, bracelets, and rings—gifts from Jahan the previous night. Finally, she adorned her shoulders with a carrot pink dupatta, adorned with exquisite tile strokes.

Taking one last glance at herself, he entered the room, dressed in a black kameez shalwar, his wet hair framing his forehead. Approaching her, she instinctively moved back, only to find him pulling her closer, his firm grip securing her waist, preventing her from colliding with the vanity table.
He gently tucked a stray hair strand behind her ear. Unexpectedly, he captured her lips, leaving her gripping his shirt in astonishment. The kiss was fervent, an assertion of his dominance.

Planting a tender kiss upon her forehead, he evoked a smile on her face. In that moment, she felt blessed. Their intimate connection was interrupted by the jarring sound of a ringing phone.

"Okay," he responded to the call, still keeping her in his embrace.

Ending the call, he handed her his phone, turning his attention to combing his hair. She passed him watch and wallet, as she used to observe her, the way she aided her father in getting ready.