Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 39

Prabhneet Kaur Aulakh

Tonight was not just any night. A grand celebration had been planned, carefully arranged by my husband's close group of friends. I could feel the excitement bubbling inside me, a strange mix of nerves and anticipation. It had been a long time since I had gone to such a big gathering, and the thought of being surrounded by music, laughter, and people I barely knew sent a thrill through me.

But this wasn't just any party. It was a gathering of the white community, a world so different from mine. The idea of stepping into their space, observing their customs, and blending in with their ways made my heart race with both excitement and uncertainty. I wanted to belong, even if just for one night. I wanted to feel like I was part of something new, something different.

I knew I had to choose the perfect dress—something elegant, something that would make heads turn. As I ran my fingers along the rows of gowns in my wardrobe, I finally settled on a stunning white dress. The fabric hugged my body, flowing effortlessly down to the floor. Delicate cut-outs along the back added a hint of boldness. I knew my husband wouldn't approve. He liked me covered, always reminding me that I belonged to him alone.

But tonight, I wanted to feel beautiful. I wanted to feel free.

Just as I finished adjusting the dress, the door to our bedroom swung open. I turned sharply, my breath hitching in my throat. There he stood—tall, broad-shouldered, with his usual air of confidence. His dark eyes roamed over me slowly, taking in every inch of the dress, every exposed part of my skin.

For a moment, he said nothing.

A strange panic settled inside me. Was he angry? Would he demand that I change?

Then, in a slow, deliberate motion, he walked towards me. His movements were powerful, commanding, yet smooth like a predator closing in on his prey. He stopped just behind me, his chest nearly brushing against my back. I felt the warmth of his body even before he touched me.

His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me gently against him. I shivered at the feeling, my heart pounding so loud I thought he might hear it. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You look breathtaking, my love."

A breath I didn't realize I was holding escaped my lips.

Relief washed over me, followed by something else—something deep, something dangerous.

His voice dropped lower, thick with hunger. "Oh, my darling," he murmured, his fingers trailing along the exposed skin of my back. "I ache to press you against this intoxicating bed and make you forget every other name but mine."

A heat rushed through me, settling deep in my stomach. My fingers trembled as I gripped the edge of the dresser, needing something to hold onto.

"Should I change?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn't know why I was asking—I had never cared to please him before. So why now?

He let out a low chuckle, his lips brushing the sensitive spot beneath my ear. "No, my sweet. Wear whatever your heart desires." Then, his voice turned possessive, a hint of warning in his tone. "Just remember—I know how to protect you. I know how to keep you safe."

A shiver ran down my spine. It wasn't just what he said—it was how he said it. There was an edge to his voice, something both reassuring and dangerous at the same time.

He stepped back, adjusting the cuff of his expensive suit, his eyes still drinking me in. I watched as he casually checked his Rolex, his presence so effortless, so confident. How had I never noticed how powerful he looked? How had I never realized just how deeply I belonged to this man?