Shivani pov :
I started rubbing a towel on my wet hair and humming the "lag ja gale" song. My eyes roamed in the room searching for my husband but he was not present. I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart.
I stood in front of the dressing table and started drying my hair with a towel. I was engrossed in my work but I was continuously feeling someone gaze on me. I frowned looking here and there but no one was present in the room except me.
Tu pagal ho gayi hai shivani my subconscious mind scolded me
( You have gone mad)
I applied Kohl,lip balm, bindi and vermillion on my forehead. Aunty had taken care of my clothes and given me fresh clothes. I giggled hearing the sound of bangles. I held my hair and started making a bun to get rid of them from my face.
I was struggling to tie a bun when a warm pair of hands started circling around my waist. I immediately looked at the person through the mirror and widened my eyes looking at Agastya, who was wearing white kurta with matching pants and a dupatta hanging on his neck.
His sleeves were messily rolled up to bicep and his kurta was opened, revealing his tanned chest. I gulped looking at him who was standing behind me, firmly gripping my waist and tracing his nose in my neck.
Shivani saree
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Mrs Singhania: A Saga Of Unconditional Love
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