CROWNED WITH LOVE : A JOURNEY OF TRADITION AND TEMPTATION

CHAPTER 29 : Checking Him Out

HAPPY READING

In the morning, when Vihanna awoke, he was already gone. Two days had passed without either of them making an effort to break the silence. Today was the day they were supposed to attend a charitable event together.

Upon returning from their respective offices, Vihanna busied herself in the closet, preparing for the event. Meanwhile, Aadhyant entered the bathroom to take a shower. Their closet, conveniently, was attached to both the washroom and their bedroom.

After changing, she made a move to open the door to the room, only to find it stubbornly stuck. Despite her best efforts, it refused to budge. With no other options left, she called out to Aadhyant for help, knowing he was still in the washroom.

Hearing her call, Aadhyant emerged through the other door, toweling his hair dry as he approached. "What's wrong with the door?" he inquired, his attention split between her and the task at hand.

"It's stuck," she replied, her hand still gripping the stubborn handle. As she turned to face him, her eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected sight before her.

Aadhyant stood before her, clad only in a towel wrapped snugly around his waist, evidence of his recent shower apparent in the droplets cascading from his damp hair. Each droplet traced a path down his neck, meandering along the contours of his abdomen, accentuating his perfectly sculpted abs.

Vihanna couldn't help but admire the sight before her,Her eyes followed the path of each water droplet, starting from his hair and trailing down to where the towel was wrapped around his waist , her gaze lingered, captivated by his presence.

Unaware of the thoughts running through the mind of the woman standing in front of him.As he reached for the door, his hand met hers on the handle. Suddenly, a jolt of electricity surged through her body, making her jerk her hand back in surprise. Goosebumps sprouted all over her skin.

He stepped closer, toward the handle, grasping it firmly to initiate the motion of opening the door. In his haste, he nearly sandwiched her between his frame and the door itself. The scent of his recent shower enveloped her, a pleasant blend of soap and masculine allure, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. Despite the overwhelming urge to retreat, she fought to maintain a respectable distance, resisting the temptation to make contact.

As he exerted force to pull the door towards himself, Vihanna, who had been standing nearby, found herself stumbling forward, inadvertently falling against him. Her hands instinctively landed on his abdomen for support, her touch fleeting yet electrifying.

"Sorry about..." he began, his sentence trailing off as he caught sight of the faint blush coloring her cheeks. Her gaze remained fixed on his chest, unable to meet his eyes due to overwhelming shyness.

As she remained rooted in her spot, he leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear as he spoke in a hushed tone, "Mrs. Raghuvanshi, you can check me out later. We are getting late."

Upon hearing his words, she bolted from the scene with the speed of light, leaving him momentarily stunned by her sudden departure. With an amused smile playing on his lips, he muttered to himself while shaking his head, "Bilkul pagal hai ye ladki" - she's absolutely crazy.

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The party venue was abuzz with chatter and excitement, thronged by a bustling crowd. Media personnel were scattered throughout, capturing the presence of every notable figure in the city. Vihanna graced the scene, adorned in a breathtaking gown, her hair meticulously styled and makeup flawlessly applied, rendering her utterly resplendent. Aadhyant cut a striking figure himself, donning a three-piece suit that accentuated his innate charm.