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Seeing her frozen without even blinking, he came towards her and yelled, "I. said. STRIP."
Hearing that, she mumbled in a pleading tone, "Please, Jwalin. I... I'm sorry if I did something wrong. Leave me. I'll just go away and never appear b...
Pranavi stood in front of the mirror in a simple navy blue saree with lace borders highlighting the saree, her hair combed in free waves. She bent her head and was about to grab the earrings when Jwalin's hand rested on her waist making her gasp.
Eyeing Jwalin in a denim shirt and shaded jeans with his sleeves rolled to his elbows and his first button undone, he looked extra sexy. With his deep piercing gaze, he looked so seductive and she couldn't help but bite her lips while she took a deep breath.
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Jwalin then grabbed the earrings from the dressing table and put them on Pranavi while his gaze was focused on her amber orbs, as both were staring at each other in the mirror.
He then pushed her hair to the side, put on a simple sapphire studded diamond necklace, and brushed his lips across her nape, making her breath hitch while goosebumps rose onto her body.
With her lips parted and her amber orbs darkened with desire, she clutched the hem of her saree while her boobs heaved up and down in anticipation.
She looked so tempting that he wanted to throw all the reasoning aside and claim her then and there, however, the screeching sound of a car pulled them from their romance.
Pranavi abruptly pushed him aside a little and adjusted herself when Jwalin chuckled and pulled her to his embrace, his warm breath hitting her earlobe made her tremble and he muttered in a husky tone, "We'll continue this tonight, wifey."
Pranavi blushed so hard while she tucked her hair behind her ears and he couldn't stop himself from giving a lingering kiss on her forehead when she wrapped her hands around his waist.
She tiptoed a little and pulled him to her level by grabbing his collar, placed a kiss on his forehead and lips, and ran from there with a giggle, leaving him dumbfounded while a soft smile danced on his face.
By the time Jwalin and Pranavi stepped down, they saw Tushar coming in with a small smile on his face, which was rare to see. With his hair and beard turning grey, he looked a little old yet his build still screamed masculine.
