Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 43

Amandeep Singh Aulakh

As warm water poured over me, I felt the exhaustion of the day melt away. The shower was comforting, a brief escape from the world. I ran my hands through my wet hair, letting out a deep sigh. Little did I know, my wife had something special planned for me tonight.

After turning off the water, I reached for a towel, wrapping it around my waist. Droplets of water slid down my skin as I stepped out, the cool air hitting me. Running a hand through my damp hair, I walked toward our bedroom, unaware of the surprise waiting for me.

The moment I pushed open the door, my eyes landed on her. My breath hitched.

She stood near the full-length mirror, her back to me, adjusting the dress I had chosen for her. A navy blue masterpiece, hugging her curves in all the right ways. My heart pounded in my chest.

Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a silk waterfall, framing her delicate shoulders. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed her in golden light, making her look even more breathtaking. She twirled slightly, inspecting herself in the mirror, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile.

I leaned against the doorway, taking in every detail. "You look beautiful," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She turned to face me, eyes twinkling. "You think so?" she asked playfully, lifting the hem of her dress slightly before letting it fall gracefully back into place.

I walked towards her, unable to tear my gaze away. "More than beautiful," I murmured, my fingers gently brushing against her waist. "You look like a dream."

She let out a soft laugh, tilting her head to the side. "I was hoping you'd like it. After all, you picked it out."

I smiled, my fingers tracing small circles on her back. "I love it. But it's not the dress. It's you."

Her cheeks flushed, and she placed her hands on my bare chest, her touch sending a shiver through me. "You always know what to say," she whispered.

I cupped her face, running my thumb over her cheek. "It's easy when it's the truth."

She leaned into my touch, closing her eyes for a moment before looking up at me again. "Aman, we're going to be late," she reminded me, though her voice lacked any real urgency.

"Let them wait," I teased, pulling her closer. "I have something more important right here."

She giggled, gently pushing against my chest. "You're impossible!"

I smirked. "And yet, you married me."

She rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. "Come on," she said, grabbing my hand. "We have a night to enjoy."

A little while later, I guided her towards my sleek black car, my hand resting on the small of her back. The valet handed me the keys, and I opened the door for her.

"Thank you, my gentleman," she teased, sliding into the seat.

I chuckled, shutting the door before walking around to the driver's side. Once inside, I started the engine, the smooth hum filling the air. Soft music played in the background as we drove through the city, the lights reflecting in her eyes.

She tapped her fingers on her lap, humming along to the song. I glanced at her, unable to hide my smile. "You love this song, don't you?"

She nodded. "It reminds me of us," she said softly. "The way we met, the way we fell in love... everything."

I reached over, taking her hand in mine. "Every moment with you feels like a song," I admitted. "A melody I never want to end."

She squeezed my hand, her smile warm. "Aman, stop being so romantic. You're going to make me cry before we even get to dinner!"