𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 28: The best morning

Note:-
Mature content ahead (18+)⚠️
(Last half part*)
Do not read, if-
• you're underage. (Ik many of you are not. Continue. *Winks*)
• don't like reading it.

Roop's Pov

He put me on the bed gently. He placed a soft kiss on my forehead before disappearing in the ensuite. I laid down to wait for him. But I don't know when my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep. It was a long day with whole engagement preparation, then party and all. It didn't take long for me drift off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a yawn, instantly regretting falling asleep before he could come back. The chill I felt earlier while laying down didn't feel anymore. I felt warm. I craned my neck around to find myself in Aary's warm embrace.

My back glued to his chest, his left arm under my head and right arm curled around my waist sticking me to him and both of us tucked under a soft duvet. His warm breath tickled my neck. I tried to turn to him, but in return, he pulled me even closer to him in sleep. So I closed my eyes again, embracing the lovely feeling of our closeness and drifted back to sleep.

As the first rays of dawn gently caressed the room, I stirred from the realm of dreams, feeling the warmth beneath me. Our positions had changed. This time, he was sleeping on his back and I was facing him. My upper part was glued to his, my cheek rested on his tattooed chest, his hands still holding me as if he didn't want to let me go, my hands around his torso and our legs intertwined.

I smiled as my heart swelled with so much love for this man and this whole moment. The best morning of my life.
In that quiet awakening, I realized that every beat of my heart echoed at the sentiment of being home-home in the embrace of the one who had become the anchor of my existence. My life. My Aary.

I looked up at his face, my chin now resting on his chest. The orange hue of the Sun painted the room and his face glowed in the light. The tousled strands of his hair fell on his forehead lazily. His thick eyelashes fanned his cheeks. What do men do to get such thick eyelashes when we girls really do every shit to get them to look a little more thick??

I pouted for a moment at the thought before smiling again. He looked so peaceful and handsome like this. A soft smile was graced on his lips. His perfectly proportioned, light pink, soft lips. I couldn't stop my hands as my fingers gently traced the curve of his chiseled jawline. And then tracing his soft lips delicately.

"You better know what you're doing, Precious."
His sudden voice made me yelp and nearly jump in scare.

But before I could even get away from him, his hold around me only tightened, making me stay where I was. We both chuckled.

I pouted a little, "I know what I was doing."

He narrowed his eyes, pulling a little closer, "And it was?"