CROWNED WITH LOVE : A JOURNEY OF TRADITION AND TEMPTATION

CHAPTER 27 : Blushing

HAPPY READING

As the evening workshop drew to a close, participants began gathering their belongings to depart. Throughout the day, Vihanna had managed to evade her husband's presence. Making her way to the room to collect her things, she pushed open the door, only for it to close behind her with a soft click. Startled, she turned to find Aadhyant securing the lock, her eyes widening at his unexpected action.

"What... are you doing?" she stammered, her voice betraying a hint of unease. Aadhyant, sporting a smug smile, retorted, "Are you done running from me?" Her gaze darted around the room as she feigned innocence, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Advancing towards her, Aadhyant closed the gap while Vihanna instinctively retreated, She asks, "Why are you... moving.. forward?" He counters, "Why are you moving backward?", her steps faltering as she stumbled backward, her saree catching beneath her feet. With a sudden loss of balance, she tumbled onto the bed, the fall causing her pallu to ride up slightly, revealing her smooth stomach. As she moved to cover herself, Aadhyant gently grasped her wrist, preventing her from concealing her vulnerability.

Hovering over her, he drew close until their faces were mere inches apart, his deep voice resonating as he locked eyes with her. "Do you know what I've wanted to say since morning?" he intoned, his words laced with seduction. Unable to form a coherent response, she shook her head in denial.

Leaning in, his breath warm against her skin, he murmured, "You look absolutely breathtaking in this saree." With the back of his finger, he traced a delicate path from her forehead to her lips, eliciting an involuntary moan from her as his touch ignited a primal desire within her. His lips curved into a knowing smile, reveling in the effect he had on her.

Breathing heavily, she closed her eyelids, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of his touch, craving more with each passing moment.

The sudden knock on the door shattered their intimate moment, prompting Aadhyant to mutter a curse under his breath. It was the first time she had heard him curse, and surprisingly, it was turning her on even more. With a resigned sigh, he reluctantly moved away from her, extending a hand to help her up from the bed.

Grasping his hand, she rose to her feet, adjusting her pallu as she prepared to answer the door. However, before she could reach for the handle, Aadhyant caught hold of her pallu from the trailing end, halting her in her tracks. She turned to him, her expression questioning.

With a smug expression, he instructed, "Go to the washroom and splash cold water on your face. You look flushed. I'll handle the door." Blushing furiously, she hurriedly made her way to the washroom, eager to cool the heat that suffused her cheeks.

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Upon arriving home, they eagerly shared tales of their trip with their family members, who were delighted to hear that the workshop had been a success.

Alisha, brimming with enthusiasm, exclaimed, "Bhabhi, I missed you so much these past three days! There's so much I need to tell you, and I can't wait to see all the photos from the village."

Vihanna reciprocated her excitement with a warm smile. "I missed you too. Let's make a plan: after dinner, we'll head to your room, and I'll show you all the photos." Alisha happily agreed, her anticipation palpable.

After dinner, everyone retired to their respective rooms. Vihanna, however, accompanied by Alisha, made her way directly to the latter's room. Their laughter filled the air as they chatted and settled in to watch a movie together, eventually drifting off to sleep in the cozy confines of Alisha's room.

Meanwhile, Aadyant, longing for his wife's company, patiently waited in their room. As the minutes stretched into an hour with no sign of her return, he grew restless. Concerned, he decided to seek her out, eventually finding his way to Alisha's room.

Upon entering, he discovered both Vihanna and Alisha fast asleep, the soft glow of the television casting gentle shadows across the room. With a tender touch, he reached out to switch off the TV, mindful not to disturb their slumber.

Initially, Aadyant contemplated carrying his wife back to their room, but the thought of potentially waking her from her exhausted sleep dissuaded him. Instead, he opted to let her rest, tucking them both under the warmth of the duvet. With a final glance, he dimmed the lights and silently retreated to his own room.

However, sleep eluded him as he lay in bed, his mind filled with a mixture of irritation and longing. Despite his efforts to find rest, it wasn't until after tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity that sleep finally claimed him.

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