Neha stood there, utterly captivated by the sight in the mirror. The satin dress clung to her curves, and she couldn't help but run her hands down the fabric, feeling its smooth texture. The daring slit near her thigh caught her attention, and she attempted to pull it slightly for modesty, only to find it stubbornly staying in place. The reflection staring back at her felt like a glamorous version of herself, a delightful surprise she hadn't expected.
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As Neha marveled at her transformed appearance, she pondered if this was the vision Siddharth had when suggesting the dress. The need for a bit more makeup to complement the elegance of the outfit crossed her mind.
Following Siddharth's playful lead, she started feeling a twinge of nervous excitement, considering the playful charade they were about to embark on during their date.
Date, the concept itself was very unfamiliar to her, and she couldn't help but question its significance in the context of her relationship with Siddharth. Was it a mere formality to conclude their escapade, or did it hold a deeper meaning? Overthinking threatened to overwhelm her, leaving Neha with a groan and a sense of impending mental exhaustion.
Siddharth had long gone downstairs. Observing Neha's nervousness, Siddharth sensed that it might be related to the dress. Giving her some space, he waited downstairs, allowing her the time she needed to overcome the newfound jitters.
As he turned around, the world around Siddharth seemed to hush into a quiet symphony. Neha glided towards him like a melody, leaving him breathless. Her beauty, like an ever-unfolding sonnet, held a rhythm that resonated deep within him, each step an eloquent note playing on his heartstrings. Siddharth marveled at how she continually rewrote the definition of beauty in his universe.
Siddharth?
Huh?
He absentmindedly hummed,
Nejama indha dress nalla iruka? Na nalla irukenna?
Nalla irukenna'va?
He unbelievably chuckled,
Moochadachi nikuren, avlo azhaga irukae
Siddharth's unexpected compliment elicited a subtle dance from Neha's eyebrows, a delightful surprise coloring her expression. A modest smile curved on her lips as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Trying to conceal her blushing cheeks, Neha nibbled on her inner cheeks.
