✨ Abhimaan Maheshwari ( ML)
A Delhi based ,28 year old businesses man . Luxury Chain of hotels and restaurant , owner of many automobile companies and many more Who is also the mafia boss of the underworld . Handsome , tall , most eligible bache...
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"Shravya's POV:
His cheeks flushed, ears turned red. Is my husband blushing? Am I the reason for it? A mere cheek kiss made my husband blush. He's not a mafia or underworld man, not that rude, grumpy businessman. He is my oldie, my husband, my sunshine. I've never witnessed his angry side. Never. He always babies me, takes care of me, spoils me. It would be an understatement that this magnetic man is mine to love, mine to cherish, and mine to annoy.
"Ladies and gentlemen, can you please stand... LOVER..." Ahh, stop.
I kissed his right cheek again. "Aaj itna pyaar... kaise?" My red tomato whispered. His raspy voice. I think I am PMSing; I am drooling over my own husband. Even his voice makes butterflies do somersaults in my stomach.
"'Cause my oldie is looking cute." Sorry, jagiya (darling in Korean), I love to vex you. "Tigress, kab tak yrr mujhe meri umar ki taane dogi aap?" He asked me, still with that cute smile plastered on his face, and brushing my hair strand a little.
"Jab tak hai jaan, jab tak hai jaan," I said, making myself a little comfortable on his lap. Yes, I am still in his embrace, sitting on his lap with my legs dangling on one side. And hands rounding on his neck.
"Stop moving, Avya," my man said, gritting his teeth. Sorry, it was a wrong move. Now I can feel something hard hitting my ass.
An- 🌚
"Sorry, Jagiya," I whispered, kissing his nosetip. I am lost in his cognac orbs. It looks so beautiful, I am lost in it. Caged into it. A moment of silence engulfed into the car. As we both drowned into each other's orbs. His one hand resting on my thighs where his thumb was constantly softly rubbing my little exposed thigh, which resulted in sending shivers down my nerve. And the other hand on my lower back.
We started spending time, pecking, and hugs were quite normal, but this proximity was new. And it's hard to handle. I am sure the way my cheeks and ears are heating up, I might have also looked no less than a red tomato.
His orbs now shifted towards my lips from my eyes, even mine too. His manly lips are now tempting me. Shit, shit, control Shravu. I looked back into his eyes. His face was coming closer to mine, as our eyes were locked again. I could feel his breath fanning over me still eyes locked.
His eyes again moved down to my lips. Taking his precious time to admire my beautiful plump lips. All thanks to my lip care session 😌 he again shifted his eyes to look back into my eyes. This time the cognac orbs changed its color, a golden spark was seen, and as if he was asking me something. To be precise, he wanted permission to be granted. Fighting with his thoughts when he felt words are important now, no more eye talk will work, he asked, 'may I?'
