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Mehrotra's are one of the most influential families in the country with five heirs who look after the empire. Despite being cousins, these...
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Author's POV
The next morning, Armaan stirred in his sleep tracing his hand on the sheets trying to find his wife who was sleeping in his embrace, he was met with disappointment not finding anyone to pull closer to him. He sighed, yawning and opening his eyes only a little only to find the room empty.
Rubbing his eyes, he moved a little in a bed, stretching his limbs trying to shove off the laziness and getting up with to the bathroom for freshening up for the day. Doing his business, and taking a hot shower, he came out of the bath in a towel wrapped around his waist going straight to the closet for taking his clothes out only to freeze at the door seeing his beautiful wife getting ready there in front of the mirror.
Inaayat was there dressed in a pink saree, putting on her earrings, her toe rings, and her anklets and looking at herself. He sighed leaning on the door and admiring his wife who looked so beautiful. Seeing her face first thing in the morning, he knew his day was made.
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Inaayat turned to the gate feeling somebody's continuous gaze only to squirm seeing Armaan standing there half naked and intensely gazing at her sending shivers through her frame. She raised a brow gaining some confidence at which he shrugged in response, he knew what was coming his way this morning even though they slept in each other's arms the previous night.
They were back to square one!
However, he had no regrets, he still treasured the whole night, he couldn't have wished for something else.
He took his clothes out and started getting ready in the closet while she tried her best not to sneak a glance at him, as his muscles and back flexed when he wore his shirt and stretched himself. She could feel herself gawking which Armaan definitely noticed from the mirror but didn't point out, not to make her awkward and embarrassed. However, that didn't stop him from flaunting his body and flexing his back a little more intentionally, his wife was admiring him, how could he have let the chance go?
She again started to do her make-up, putting on Kajal when she saw he was done wearing clothes and was coming towards the vanity for his stuff. Standing behind her, he too started brushing his hair in the mirror as she got ready for the day. Inaayat tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she saw him tying his tie through the mirror, his hands and veins doing tricks for the perfect knot, she couldn't deny that she was drooling at the sight.
