𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒆

•𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹-59•

QOTD

⦾Top three qualities you want in a partner?

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हमें मालूम है, जन्नत के हक्कीकत लेकिन...
दिल को खुश रखने को ग़ालिब ये ख्याल अच्छा है।

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Note: If anyone is uncomfortable, they can avoid reading Smut, and you will not miss anything from the story. 18+ allowed only.

(P.S. I did my best, but I'm not sure how it will go. Read it on your risk, don't throw stones at me after that😭😭)

play ang laga de, please

Aviraj Singh Rathore's POV

I was prepared to go on a date with Khushi, but on my way to the restaurant, I noticed a truck approaching me at full speed. I save my car from colliding with the truck, but the truck hits the back of the car, and the window breaks, cutting my right shoulder and injuring my forehead slightly. When I got hold of the driver, I discovered that Harshit had hired him to kill me. Poor him; he believes he can kill me so easily. I waited there after calling Adarsh to take me home, and then I noticed Ayaan running towards me, worried, but he passed me and went to his car. Hearing a chuckle, I looked at Adarsh and said,

"What is he doing here?"

"The moment he got to know you had an accident and the car you were driving was his, he cried and begged to see his car one last time." Rolling my eyes at Ayaan 's dramatic view as he was crying while caring for his car like a small baby, we moved towards the car, and before getting in, I looked at Ayaan and said,

"If you want to go home, then move your ass, Ayaan; otherwise, we are going." He approached the car and sat in the backseat. Adarsh handed him the tissue paper, saying

"Stop crying, baby."

"Stop being so dramatic, Ayaan. You can get a new car."

"You both are heartless people; that car was my lucky charm." Ayaan claimed he was still sniffing.

"That is the reason Bhai got into an accident today, I guess." Adarsh replied, chuckling. When I arrived home, I cleaned my wounds and changed my clothes because they were stained with blood. When I arrived at the restaurant, I noticed Khushi getting ready to leave. She looked stunning in the black dress with diamond studs and a nuptials chain, demonstrating that she is mine and only mine. After giving her gifts,

I said it in a commanding voice, holding out my hand to her.

"Dance with me." Holding my hand, she moved alongside me as the lights dimmed and 'main agar kahoon' began to play in the background. If God grants me a wish, I will ask him to freeze this moment and allow us to spend the rest of our lives in each other's arms—no family, no business, no one but me and her in this world—with her heartwarming smile and mind-calming talks, just us.

After our date, we considered returning home, but Khushi insisted on going to Ma's house. She loves this house more than she does our Jaipur mansion. Sitting in the car, she was busy talking to Adriti; she was not saying anything but hum, and looking over her again, I see that she is still talking to Adriti right now.

She looks even more stunning in this dress than I had imagined. The color looks great against her skin tone, and the way it drapes over her body is simply stunning. I've never been jealous of anything, but right now I'm jealous of the dress that hugs her curves. Most important were the deep slits on her right thigh, and the mole on her inner thigh tempted me to think about anything else. I keep my hand on her thigh, and she freezes for a moment, relaxed, as my hand moves up and down. Looking in my direction, she gulped, feeling my hand move up and covering her phone with her own.