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𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢
She is soft-spoken; he is hardened. She is ice; he is fire. She is sweet; he is fierce. She is kind; he is arrogant. She embodies peaceful beauty, while he...
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Shreyansh's Pov:-
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room.
I was snuggled up close to Aanshi, her naked chest rising and falling gently as she slept.
Her warmth was comforting, and I could hear her soft breaths, peaceful and relaxed after the long night we had shared.
Opening one eye, I peeked at her face, and for a moment, I just watched her sleep.
She looked so beautiful, her dark hair spread across the pillow, a faint smile on her lips.
Yesterday had been our first wedding anniversary, and we had flown to Paris to celebrate it.
The city of love had been everything we had hoped for. We explored the streets, shared meals in quiet cafes, and later, back in our hotel room, explored each other.
We hadn't slept much last night, too busy in exploring each other.
I couldn't help myself as I buried my face in the valley of her breasts, feeling the soft warmth of her skin against mine.
I let my hand wander to one of her breasts, gently caressing it, feeling her soft skin under my fingertips.
My lips found her other nipple, and I sucked on it lightly, feeling a sense of peace and closeness.
A soft moan escaped her lips, and I smiled, knowing she was still half asleep.
Her hand moved to my hair, her fingers threading through it as she tugged gently, a lazy smile on her lips.
"I'm still sleepy..." she murmured, her voice soft and hoarse from sleep, her eyes barely open as she looked down at me.
I paused for a second, meeting her eyes before looking back down at her breasts.
I kissed her nipple again, ignoring her sleepy protests.
"Just a little more," I whispered playfully, my voice low as I continued caressing her body.
"Shrey... we need to get up," she sighed, her voice light with a mix of amusement and exhaustion.
"Or we'll be late."
But I wasn't ready to get up just yet. Smiling to myself, I slid my hand down to her inner thigh, feeling her warm skin under my palm.
Gently parting her legs, I made my way lower, beneath the duvet.
She let out a soft sigh, and I could feel her body reacting to my touch, even as she tried to stay sleepy and relaxed.
I trailed kisses down her stomach, my lips grazing her soft skin until I reached her navel.
