SONG:- ARIJIT SINGH:- ENNA SONA
I woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering into the room. As I tried to sit up, I found myself held back by Advay's arms wrapped snugly around me. His embrace was warm and secure, making me blush as I felt his breath gently fanning against the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I gently shook him to wake him up, my heart fluttering at the intimacy of the moment.
"Advay, wake up! We need to go to my house for the Paghphera," I whispered urgently, trying to nudge him awake.
"Mmmhh, just five more minutes," he murmured, his voice raspy and deep with sleep. He tightened his embrace, pulling me closer.
I felt my insides flip at the sound of his morning voice and the warmth of his body against mine. "Okay, but at least let me go. I need to put on a saree, and that takes me thirty minutes," I said, my voice soft yet pleading, trying to convince him.
With a reluctant groan, he loosened his hold, allowing me to slip out of bed. I glanced back at him, still sprawled comfortably, his hair tousled and eyes half-closed. Smiling to myself, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
There she stood, my wife in a stunning lavender saree, her hands adorned with intricate mehendi designs. The delicate choodha on her wrists jingled softly as she combed her long, light brown hair. Her slender waist did things to my heart that words couldn't describe, the nuptial chain around her neck and sindoor adorning her hair parting were beautiful symbols of our bond.
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RomanceIn the bustling city of Mumbai, lived a restaurateur named Advay Malhotra. With a humble beginning, born into a poor family, Advay had always harbored a burning desire to work hard and earn enough money to fulfill his requirements. He was not a man...