Talab

Talab 2

Beep... Beep...

John: Excuse me, everyone.

Mrs. Ellot: Princess, come. Let me take you to your room. It's almost midnight—you must be tired.

Mrs. Ellot gently leads Arohi upstairs to her new room.

Mrs. Ellot: This is your and John's room. He's currently in a conference and should be free within half an hour. I've placed a dress in the closet for you—your suitcases were in the other car that John's dad brought.

Arohi: Ji, Mom. Thank you.

Mrs. Ellot: Oh sweetheart, no need to thank me. You're my daughter now. I always wanted a daughter, but after John, I wasn't able to conceive. I'm lucky I got such a sweet daughter in you. Good night—and enjoy your night. [winks]

Arohi blushes deep red, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.

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Arohi's POV

Everyone is so sweet—especially Mom. She's treating me like her own daughter. The mansion is beautiful, and the decor in John ji's room is amazing.

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Author's POV

After exploring the room, Arohi headed to the bathroom to freshen up. But when she saw the dress laid out for her, her eyes widened, and her cheeks turned a shade deeper than crimson.

It was a scarlet net nighty—ankle-length, with delicate straps and a sheer robe. It covered little, revealing more than it hid. Nervousness crept in. Was this really her first night?

With no other clothes available, she reluctantly slipped it on.

It was close to midnight when John returned home.

A few minutes later...

The door creaked open. John paused at the entrance, his eyes landing on Arohi asleep on the couch. A small smirk curled on his lips.

John's Thoughts: Trying to act innocent, my little seductress? Let's see how long you keep this game up. Damn... she's making me hard just by sleeping like that. How am I going to survive our entire life together?

He stepped toward her quietly, brushing his hand against her cheek. She stirred, slowly waking up. As her eyes opened and met his, she panicked slightly, realizing her cleavage was showing. She tried adjusting the nighty quickly.

As she tried to get up, John gently pushed her back down. He hovered over her, planting a soft kiss on her forehead, then her cheek, her nose, and the corner of her lips. Her heart raced. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating.

He leaned in, leaving warm, wet kisses on her neck. Just as he began sliding the strap off her shoulder, she clutched his coat tightly, eyes shut, whispering a silent prayer.

When she opened her eyes again, he was gazing at her—not just with lust, but with something softer... something deeper.

Then, to her surprise, he scooped her up in his arms, laid her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and kissed her forehead.

John: Sleep, sweetheart. I'll freshen up. Good night.

John's Thoughts: Not so fast. Let me play the sweet husband card for now.

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Arohi's POV

John ji is a gentleman. I thought he would use me, but he didn't. Maybe... maybe I'm really lucky to have this family.

After a few minutes, John lay on the other side of the bed—at a respectful distance—and the two drifted into peaceful sleep.

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