Wild Romance

~PARTY~

Kaynat's pov

In all the years of my existence, I have realized that getting ready was not my cup of tea.

I loved my go-to-office clothes!!

Which I'll be going to wear soon!

Maasi packed this stunning red dress for me while I wondered when Will I even wear it.
And thanks to her I am ready to go.

A perfect sharara dress with red bangles and minimul jewelery just how I liked!

Ma did not forced me to wear such heavy dresses and jewelery as still I was a newly wed bride instead she told me to wear whatever I was comfortable in.

As a newly wed, I must retain the dignity of my in laws and dress accordingly as these were the beliefs set by my step mom.
But in this house I never felt a need to  act or pretend. As the weeks passed, I had become more than enough comfortable with ma that now I share almost everything with her as we company each other during the day.

All dolled up, I walked to the main door and as soon as my eyes landed on him, I froze.

Not to mention, he was dangerously handsome, but his black formal attire that he wore today had my eyes struck. My cheeks went red just by looking at him.

God I really have a hot husband!

He turned and stared me for a Good while, and we were staring each other intensely. Soon, he covered the distance between us, and stood in front of me, towering me and looking right in my soul.

"Kaynat if you are done checking me out,let's proceed. Rohan will kill me if we will be a second late now."

He said and I gulped down.

"Huh.? No.. I mean yes yes proceed!"

His brows furrowed buthe smirked and turned back walking out and at the door he halted and spoke

"Red is the color of confidence. You are looking really captivating in this, my wife. But I really would like to witness you rock that outfit with confidence"

He knew I was shy.
He knew that I was not used to or even want to attend these parties and now that I was associated with him I had to attend those and I should not be the silent one.

This was a compliment or an advice I didn't get it but it was good to hear from him.

Why ? I don't know either.

This was not love, not affection, but still I craved for a feeling of attachment from him.

He drove us to the destination and it was completely opposite to what I had imagined.

It was not at all a normal birthday party. It was an extravagant hotel that I had once seen in news and TV. All the big businessmen were present there and they with their wives were walking towards the entrance.

We were still in the car in the parking lot and when I saw a woman coming out of the car adjoining us, a feeling of left out clouded my brain. She was looking so classy, and elegant in that dress and not just she, as I swayed my vision everywhere I realized I was the only one  dressed differently.  Cannot he had told me that there was a dress code or something.

He walked out and waited for me to come out. But I was glued to my seat as I do  not want to come out and be the only odd one out in this party of industrialists.

He came towards my door and opened it , gesturing me to come out, with a slightly confused and frustrated look.

I came out and he did not move,  we were just some inches apart.

"You should have told me how these people dress here, so I should have dress like them and not felt left out"

I don't know but why I was thinking that he did it on a purpose to embarrass  me.
I still can recall his words that being near me brings him disgust.

He closed the door but as I was about to move past him, he pulled me back and my back collided with the car's exterior.
He lifted his hand and his fingers adjusted my jhumkas.

I froze for a moment as his breath was fanning across my face. His calmness erupts storms in me. My heart started beating loudly and a shivers were passing through my body.

He trailed his fingers form my ear to my cheek, then to my  collarbone and then to hands.

"Moon always shines different from stars, darling."

He spoke and I instantly lifted my eyes and looked into his. He was scanning me and was staring me as if was looking beneath my soul and was trying to explore every piece of me.

My face flushed and I could feel the blush adoring my cheeks and nose.

His words held me captive and this was the second time he had complimented me.
We were looking intensely at each other and his thumb was caressing the backside of my hand.

He lifted my knuckles towards his lips and was about to kiss me, his eyes never leaving mine. A flash of light and a honk of car brought us to the reality and we soon drifted apart and made the space for the car which was to be parked where we were standing.

He adjusted his attire, and took my hand in his and we started moving towards the entrance.

I was shocked, nervous, excited, and yet hopeful at the same time.
These small moments with him always confused me but today he had first time, spoken something to me in clear words.

A series of camera flashes, uncountable questions were thrown on our way and I realized that paparazzi was there too.

Ignoring them, we entered , his hand still not leaving mine.

He looked into my eyes for a second before taking them away and again it accelerated my heartbeats!!

A maniac I was becoming, that with his mere presence, I froze and my emotions knew no bounds.

It breaks my heart to know that he will never feel the same for me.