This is an Italian phrase which translates to- Love is Life.
Previously known as 'Sahiba aur Angad ki Kahani',
Sahiba Kaur Monga, an ambitious artist gets married to Angad Singh Brar in unfavourable circumstances. She is termed as a cheater and fra...
Angad had send some helpers for Sahiba so that they can get her ready for the celebration party, it was his way of pampering her with his love and care and by now, Sahiba understood it and she was now starting to love the way her husband cares about her all the time.
Sahiba was no less, she tried to take best care of him in her way, she used to ask ways to bring smile to his face by Manveer and her mother-in-law was happy to help her children.
Sahiba started taking care of his every single and tiny thing which he would appreciate and say, "What would I do without you, sweetheart?"
Sahiba and Angad both were showering their love on each other in their own twisted ways, in the ways they could understand and it was appreciated by them respectively.
Sahiba looked at herself in the mirror and found herself cladded in a blood-red saree which made her look like a princess.
She was ready and when she came out of the walk-in closet Angad was waiting for her ready in his tuxedo looking as handsome as ever. For her he was the most handsome man in the universe which she had repeated many times.
Angad heard the click of high heels and the door of the closet opened revealing the most beautiful woman ever existed, she was looking ethereal in the red half saree.
Angad found his foot taking him towards her, it was like she was pulling him towards herself with her beauty.
His hands went to her waist and he pinched her a little which caused her to moan a little in pain and she kept her hands on his shoulders for support.
Angad was coming closer but Sahiba's steps were retreating backwards and they both stopped when her back touched the closet door which was locked by her.
Angad was aching to touch her, to feel her, to explore his gorgeous wife, his face was coming closer and he bend down which cause his mouth coming near to her neck. His uneven breathing cause the air he was breathing to touch her exposed skin which stirred a lot of emotions in her.
Angad parted away and looked at her. She was breathing so heavily that he could notice her breast going up and down, her eyes were closed and her lips were parted.
Sahiba was also craving for his touch so bad but she was too shy to express it because she never had any experience like this. No one was this close to her, no one was this sensual with her.
His lone touch could have her lose control over herself and it was a bit embarrassing because she could neither express her desires nor she could stay away from him.
Angad's hands held her waist too tight and her brought her near to himself separating her back from the door and he turned her around to such situation that his chest was touching her back. He glided her hair on her shoulder exposing her backless blouse to him.
