loveseries#3
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Diya's eyes turned red with humiliation. Her doe eyes held the liquid of agony and her character assassination.
She looked at her husband, the king with a smile which spoke how he let her down.
"Diya wait!" K...
" Hey, come fast tonight. We need to go to the Malhotras." Diya said spraying some perfume on herself.
" Yep. Awan informed me. Pack my bag if you are early or else I'll the things." Karthik said strapping his watch to his wrist. He pulled the cufflinks out which were gifted by his wife before their wedding. He pulled his outfit and stood in front of his wife with a grin.
" What do you want?" Diya asked chuckling as he was walking right into her even after realising that there was no space around.
" My hair." He asked smooching a few butterflies on her neck making her giggle in his embrace.
" Staaaapppp...." Diya giggled loudly holding his shirt's collar for the support.
"You want me to stop?" Karthik whispered and she looked at his serene face with the beam still intact on her face.
" You made your bun a week ago. You can pull that off now too, you Satan." She whispered and pushed him with a coy wink. His eyes went round finally settling on his wife again. His eyes darted in her way and he squirmed at the intensity.
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" You were going to get to the office like this? In this outfit?" He whispered running his hand over the side of her thighs. As his gentle fingers ran on her skin, it set her whole body on fire. Diya inhaled sharply and tried to stop him from going further but Karthik was quick to grab her hand and pin it on her back.
" Answer Angel. Were you going to go to the office like this?" Karthik smirked as his hand continued doing its work. Diya whimpered under him pleading while he just smiled at his wife. In fact, he just wanted to tease her about something and he found the dress cute on her.
" Yes, I have a meeting to attend." Diya's voice quivered and she arched her back when Karthik's fingers lightly brushed over her clit. Her trembling legs and closed eyes are enough to give out that she was affected greatly.
" Karthik, you are not..... Ahhhh.." She cried as he rubbed his fingers over her panty.
" Stop it Ka...rthik. I need.... to go to the off....ice." She begged with trembling lips and wet eyes. The immeasurable pleasure she felt at his one stroke gave out her feelings for him.
" Good that you remembered you need to go to the office too. But remember my sweet Angel, the next time, I catch you in this state, you'll cry my name and pant for more. I promise baby." Karthik smiled and pecked her lips.
" God created men and sent you as an apology. I should blame God, not you Satan." Diya muttered under her breath and Karthik laughed at her sweet curse.
" That was sweet Angel and I loved it. I feel privileged." Karthik husked and pulled his wife back and she lurched on him.
" What was that?" Diya asked irritated by his previous doings.
