His heart sank as the words registered in his ears. She was going on a date with someone else. Someone else was going to touch her, hold her, make her smile and laugh. Someone else was going to be the one she shared her secrets with, the one who got to see her most vulnerable moments.
He tried to keep his expression neutral, to hide the jealousy and disappointment that was coursing through him.
"Oh, I see," he said quietly. "When do you need me to take you?"
Shehnaaz- How am i looking? do i need to bath? He glanced at her for a moment, his eyes taking in her appearance. She looked as beautiful as ever, her hair slightly messy from sleep, her face free of makeup. "No, you look perfect," he said softly, before adding, "like always." Shehnaaz- Okay I should change then, makeup to car mein kar lungi.
He nodded in agreement, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of her putting on makeup to look beautiful for someone else. But he quickly pushed the thought aside, reminding himself that he had no right to feel this way.
"Okay, I'll wait outside," he said, making his way toward the door. "Wait Sidharth" He stopped in his tracks, turning back to look at her. "Yes?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest. "Thankyou for the massage" she replied
He was taken aback by her sudden gratitude, his mind flooding with memories of the night before. The feel of her skin, the way her body had responded to his touch, the moans that had escaped her lips. "You're welcome," he said quietly, trying to keep his voice steady. Shehnaaz- I need this massage every week or two.
His heart skipped a beat as she mentioned the idea of giving her massages regularly. The thought of having regular contact with her, of being able to touch her skin and make her feel good, was intoxicating. "Of course," he said, trying to keep his tone casual. "As often as you need." Shehnaaz- Now fo let me get ready.
He nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he forced himself to turn and exit the room. He took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his emotions and remind himself that he was just her driver, nothing more.
He waited outside her room, pacing back and forth in the hallway, his mind swirling with thoughts and emotions. He couldn't shake the image of her lying in bed, the way she had looked at him with her sleepy eyes, the memory of her body under his hands. He knew it was wrong to feel this way, to want her so badly. But he couldn't help it, couldn't control the emotions that were coursing through him.
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He nearly gasped aloud when he saw her walk towards him in the red dress. It hugged her curves perfectly, showing off her toned legs and accentuating her cleavage. He couldn't help but glance down at her body, his eyes roaming over her figure hungrily. He remembered what she had felt like under his hands, the softness of her skin, the heat radiating from her body. He swallowed hard, struggling to keep his composure as she approached him. He couldn't believe that she was going to see another man dressed like that. The thought of another man touching her, of seeing her body in that dress, made him furious.
