Today was the day of the Haldi ceremony, and Trisha was in her room, getting ready for the festivities. She was smiling and giggling to herself as she put the final touches on her outfit. Just as she was about to leave the room, she flicked her gaze towards the door, and her heart skipped a beat. Vihaan was standing there, a bowl of Haldi in his hand, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Vihaan," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Vihaan's smirk grew wider as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. He pulled Trisha closer, his eyes locked onto hers. "We're running late for Haldi," Trisha protested, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. But Vihaan shook his head, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"No, first I will apply Haldi on my bride, then anyone else," he said, his voice low and husky. He put the bowl aside and took some Haldi on his hand. Trisha's eyes closed as his fingers gently touched her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Vihaannn," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Vihaan's hands moved deftly, applying the Haldi to her cheeks, forehead, and chin. Trisha's skin tingled, her heart racing with excitement. She tried to take a step back, but Vihaan's grasp was firm. He grabbed the bowl again, his eyes never leaving Trisha's face.
As she tried to take another step back, her back touched the bathroom door. Vihaan pushed the door open, and they both entered the bathroom. "You applied Haldi on me, now let me go," Trisha said, her voice laced with nervousness. But Vihaan's eyes sparkled with mischief, and he pulled her closer,
As Vihaan's hands touched Trisha's waist, a jolt of electricity ran through her body. He applied the Haldi to her skin, his fingers tracing a path of cool, golden paste across her waist, shoulders, and arms. Trisha felt her senses come alive, her skin tingling with every touch. As Vihaan's fingers brushed against her skin, she felt a wave of heat wash over her, leaving her feeling weak and breathless.
Vihaan's hands moved with a gentle, loving touch, as if he was savoring every moment of this intimate ritual. He pushed her blouse away from her shoulder, exposing a sliver of golden skin. Trisha felt a shiver run down her spine as Vihaan's cold fingers touched her skin, applying the Haldi with a tender, loving touch.
"Ahhh," Trisha moaned, the sound escaping her lips unknowingly. Her eyes closed, and her head tilted back, as if she was surrendering to the sensations washing over her. Vihaan's touch was like magic, weaving a spell of love and desire around her. As the Haldi dried on her skin, Trisha felt a sense of connection to Vihaan, as if their love was being sealed by this ancient ritual.
As Vihaan's fingers continued to dance across her skin, Trisha felt her senses come alive. She was lost in the sensation of his touch, the coolness of the Haldi, and the warmth of his love. Her breathing slowed, and her heart rate quickened, as if her body was responding to Vihaan's touch on a primal level.
Vihaan's eyes never left Trisha's face, his gaze burning with intensity and love. He could see the desire in her eyes, the way her pupils dilated as he touched her. He knew that this moment was special, a moment that would stay with them forever.
As he finished applying the Haldi, Vihaan stepped back, his eyes drinking in the sight of Trisha. Her skin glowed with a warm, golden light, and her eyes sparkled with desire. Vihaan's heart swelled with love and pride, knowing that this woman was his, and he was hers.
Trisha's eyes slowly opened, and she looked up at Vihaan, her gaze locking onto his. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension and desire. Then, without a word, Vihaan reached out and pulled Trisha into his arms, his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss.
As Vihaan's lips desperately claimed Trisha's, he exclaimed, "I am the first who applied Haldi on you, I am so happy!" His cheerful tone was infectious, and Trisha's heart swelled with love. Vihaan's kisses grew more passionate, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her perfume and the sweetness of her skin.
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕 ( 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞)✔
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