RIGHTFULLY YOUR'S

Part 12

Author's pov:

Layla stands before the mirror, dressed in a delicate pink floral formal maxi dress. Her lips are adorned with a light pink lipstick that complements the soft hues of her attire.

With a playful yet determined expression, she carefully curls her hair into loose waves, adding a touch of elegance to her overall look. As she gazes into the mirror, Layla's eyes are drawn to the marks on her neck, a trail of love bites left behind by Yusuf's passionate kisses.

A hint of a smile plays on her lips as she recalls the intensity of their shared moments. Yet, a practical concern tugs at her thoughts - how to conceal these marks from the prying eyes of the world?.Reaching for her makeup bag, Layla selects a concealer. With steady hands, she begins the delicate task of covering the marks, one by one.

As Layla was in the process of concealing the love bites, Yusuf entered the room. She caught sight of him in the mirror and turned her gaze towards him, but then quickly averted her eyes, not meeting his gaze. Her actions were influenced by what had happened the previous night.

Layla had chosen not to make eye contact with Yusuf since then.
Yusuf walked over and stood behind Layla, observing her as she focused on applying concealer to her neck. He quietly watched her delicate movements.

As Layla continued with her task, Yusuf reached out and gently took the concealer from her hand.Layla's hand stilled as she felt the concealer being taken from her grasp. She turned slightly to look at Yusuf, their eyes meeting.
Yusuf's voice broke the quiet air of the room as he questioned, "Why are you hiding my crafted art piece?"

His gesture was deliberate, his finger pointing towards the half concealed love bites on Layla's neck that he had meticulously created with his kisses the previous night. Layla's cheeks tinted with a faint blush as she caught his meaning, and a small, playful smile graced her lips.

Yusuf's gaze then lingered on Layla's lips, a cascade of thoughts swirling through his mind. He couldn't help but recall the day when he had tasted the delicate sweetness of her lips in a passionate kiss, a memory that seemed to ignite a fire within him.

He found himself grappling with a mix of emotions, struggling to maintain his composure in the face of the intense attraction he felt for Layla. It was as if he was torn between the desire to savor the taste of her lips once more and the need to exercise self-control.

He gazes into Layla's eyes, his voice carrying a teasing undertone. "Do you know what my heart wants to do right now?"

he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Intrigued, Layla inquires, "What?" to which Yusuf smirks and replies, "i want to pin you at against the wall and smash my lips onto yours"

Layla's cheeks flush with embarrassment upon hearing his words, and she responds,

"Uff allah,Yusuf ap ktnay besharam hain. (Oh my, you're so shameless, Yusuf.)"
Yusuf chuckles, playfully unfazed by her reaction.

"Where's the shame in that? You're my wife, after all, and there's so much more we have yet to do,"

he asserts. Layla catches the double meaning behind his statement and breaks into laughter. Feeling a mixture of amusement and affection, she lightly taps his shoulder.

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Layla and Yusuf were seated in Yusuf's company meeting room, engaged in a business meeting with Faris. Faris had come to Yusuf's office to discuss a potential business deal. At one point in time, Faris had been a close friend of Yusuf's, sharing a strong bond.