Siya Verma, daughter of a famous business man Abhay verma. She is sweet, innocent, kind and beautiful. A perfect example of beauty. Her father is her world. She can do anything for their loved ones.
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Aaransh Rajvansh, number one buisnesman in...
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Today's 8th day, my periods stopped. Our wedding function got postponed or I can say it was postponed just because I was in my periods.
My soon to be husband was in the bathroom for an hour, I don't know what he is doing but I'm getting late. He always does this in the morning whenever he gets up he just runs towards the washroom.
Sometimes I thought he was having diarrhoea but sometimes my mind went blank when I heard some voice or I can say he groaned, which I was giving when he kissed me. Is he kissing someone in the bathroom?
No! My Aaransh will never cheat on me. I know, but what is he doing always in the washroom.
Mumma called me and told me that I shouldn't be late for the puja.
"Aaransh aapka ho gya kya?" I asked him while knocking on the door.
"F.. finally, ahhh, haa aah, ho gya." He said while panting.
Is he running a marathon in the washroom or what??
I heard the door unlock.
As he emerged from the bathroom, a veil of steam followed him, adding an ethereal quality to his presence.
My gaze instinctively drifted towards him, capturing every detail as if I were seeing him for the first time.
The droplets of water glistened on his skin, tracing delicate pathways down his chest, like a map leading to hidden treasures.
His hair, damp and tousled, framed his face in a way that seemed almost too perfect to be real.
There was a certain vulnerability in his post-bath state, a rawness that spoke volumes without a single word uttered.
It was in the way he carried himself, the slight hesitation in his movements as if he were still caught in the intimate embrace of warm water.
And yet, there was also a quiet confidence that radiated from him, an assurance that he was comfortable in his own skin.
As he caught my eye, a subtle blush crept onto my cheeks, the warmth of the moment reflected in his gaze.
It was as if he could sense my admiration, my silent appreciation for the beauty that stood before me.
And in that moment, time seemed to stand still, the world fading away until there was nothing but him and I, suspended in a moment of shared intimacy.
I found myself captivated by the curve of his lips as he offered me a small smile, a gesture so effortlessly endearing that it sent my heart flutter.
His eyes, deep pools of warmth and affection, held mine captive, drawing me in with their magnetic pull.
In that instant, I felt as though I could drown in the depths of his gaze, lost to the overwhelming tide of emotion that threatened to consume me.
