BOOK #2 OF SOMETHING SERIES
Manvi discovers the true identity of Veer, who is involved in criminal activities. Veer, unaware of Manvi's knowledge, assigns his best friend, Kabir, to find out more about her and obtain her picture and identity. Howev...
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As I meticulously prepared for the grand reception in the intimate confines of the room, my eyes were drawn to the imposing presence of that pati Danav's larger-than-life photo frame positioned strategically in front of the mirror. A peculiar sensation enveloped me, a stirring of emotions I couldn't quite place, almost as if his very essence was peering through the reflective surface, observing my every move as I adorned myself
In a sudden rush of discomfort, I hurriedly slipped into my blouse, but as I fumbled with the delicate dori, my hands seemed to betray me, refusing to cooperate. "Kiara... Kiara..." I called out urgently, the syllables echoing in the room, a plea for assistance and solace in my distress.
Amidst the chaos of my struggle, my pati Danav made an unanticipated entrance into the room. "Why are you shouting?" he demanded, his presence commanding attention as he settled onto the bed, his eyes unwaveringly fixed on me. I turned to meet his gaze, only to realize the mirror's potential to reveal more than intended. Swiftly, I shifted away, a subtle yet instinctual movement to shield myself from any unwanted scrutiny. His smirk, a subtle curl of his lips, spoke volumes, casting a shadow of mockery over the room and intensifying my unease.
As I continued to struggle with the dori of my blouse, a sense of defeat began to seep in, my fingers fumbling over the intricate knots in a futile attempt to secure the fabric. In a moment of vulnerability, I mustered the courage to seek his assistance, my voice barely above a whisper, 'Can you he... help me?'
Silently, he approached, his presence looming large before me. His proximity sent a rush of emotions through me, a mix of apprehension and an inexplicable fluttering in my chest. His whispered words, laden with a teasing tone, pierced the air, "You were hiding your beautiful glimpse from my eyes, aren't you... biwi ji." The intimate address sent a jolt through me, my heart quickening its pace in response to the unexpected closeness.
Struggling to find my voice, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, my mind clouded with confusion and a sudden onset of physical discomfort. The room seemed to spin around me, a disorienting sensation that left me grasping for stability in the midst of this unexpected moment.
