𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟔 : 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲

POV AUTHOR

The reflection in the mirror showcased a breathtaking sight: a woman draped in a stunning silver gown that shimmered under the soft glow of the vanity lights. Anvi, the embodiment of grace, looked no less than an angel. Her makeup was minimal, as she preferred, highlighting her natural beauty. She reached for her hair to tie it into a bun but froze midway when she heard Ranvijay's deep voice behind her.

"Leave it down," he said, stepping out of the washroom dressed in a tailored black tuxedo that complemented his chiseled features. His gaze locked onto her, and for a moment, he felt his heart skip a beat. "You look more beautiful with your hair open, Janam."

Her cheeks flushed pink at his words, and she let her hair fall back over her shoulders, cascading like a dark waterfall. Ranvijay's eyes drank in the sight of her, his wife 'His Hoor'. She looked so stunning that he could hardly breathe.

"I think," he began, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her, his voice dropping to a husky tone, "we should cancel the plan of going to the function. I have much better ideas for the evening now."

Anvi bit her lip, trying to suppress her growing blush. "So bad, Mr. Rathore," she teased, stepping away and passing him a playful wink. "Because I am all dressed up, and we are already running late. Cancelling is not happening."

Ranvijay groaned dramatically. "At least let me admire my wife in peace," he muttered, folding his arms with an exaggerated pout.

Her jaw dropped. "Stop it now let's go we are getting late after the party look at your wife now come we will get late" she exclaimed before grabbing his arm and attempting to drag him toward the door. Of course, dragging Ranvijay was a futile effort. Instead, he turned the tables, pulling her back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her in a firm hold.

"You're looking so beautiful, Biwi" he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Anvi smiled, her face heating up. "Thanks to Kelvin and his amazing design," she said, twirling slightly to show off the gown.

Ranvijay's face darkened immediately. "Kelvin? That *pagal insaan*? You're thanking him?" he snorted.

"Haww, don't call him crazy! He's a genius designer. Look at this dress!" she exclaimed, gasping in a mock offense.

Ranvijay pulled her closer, his lips brushing her ear. "The dress is nothing. You're the reason it looks good. And don't mention him again, or..." He leaned in further, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Be ready for punishment, Baby Girl."

Her face turned crimson, and she shoved him lightly. "Let's go already!"

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The couple entered the venue hand in hand, immediately drawing every eye in the room. The hall was an opulent display of grandeur, with shimmering chandeliers and elegant decor. But none of it could compare to the power couple who had just stepped inside. Ranvijay, in his commanding black tuxedo, and Anvi, radiant in her silver gown, exuded an aura of royalty.