One of the books from the 'Fine As Wine' series.
It can be read as standalone.
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❝When archenemies fall for each other, it doesn't just sparkle... Stars explode to rain stardust on their bodies as they make love to each other and satisfy their s...
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Veer stood in a corner, his eyes fixed intently on the groom's sister who seemed to be the happiest person in the hall.
The wedding venue buzzed with life, filled with a dazzling array of guests—from influential businessmen to high-profile politicians, every VIP anyone in Mathura could imagine. Yet, all the glitz and glamour faded into insignificance as Veer's gaze remained locked on his feisty princess. Her smile, bright and genuine, seemed to light up the entire room. The colorful saris, the elegant sherwanis, the glittering jewelry, and the opulent decorations—all blurred into the background, leaving only Yashoda in sharp focus.
Beautiful wasn't the word to describe her, she looked beyond beautiful. Her eyes sparkled with an inner light, and her smile could melt glaciers. Beautiful could never be enough.
The ghaghra clung to her impossibly slender figure, each intricate curve blossoming beneath the fabric's tight embrace. Her movements held an otherworldly grace, a silent dance that whispered of apsaras come to life, that seduced him to her whims. With every step, her long, raven hair, cascading past her knees in an intricately woven braid, seemed to beckon him closer. Her braid, so impossibly long, sent a forbidden thrill through him, to pull it and feel it. His fingers tingled with the unspoken desire to unravel them, to let the silken strands flow free and feel their texture against his skin.
He saw her twirl to "Yeh Mera Dil", pointing at him and confessing her love for him in front of the whole world, silently yet possessively. Such a daring darling was his Yasho.
Steering through the throng of people, he maneuvered closer until he was right behind her. Lost in conversation with Shivani, she kept her voice animated, a melodic hum that tightened his grip on the reality he was about to disrupt. A slow smirk played on his lips as his hand, warm and sure, reached out to her gorgeous naked waist, fingertips dipping beneath the soft fabric of her dress as he pinched her teasingly.
Her yelp was a delicious sound, a strangled gasp that made him grin. Spinning on her heel, her eyes widened, pupils dilating as they met his with surprise and something else.
Shivani, oblivious to the silent exchange, tilted her head with concern. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Flustered, a blush creeping up her neck that threatened to ignite her cheeks, she stammered, "N-nothing. Everything's fine. Really." Her voice hitched, betraying the nervous flutter in her chest. "You...you continue here, I'll come back in a moment." Her gaze darted back to him, her fiery murky eyes motioning him to follow her, before she turned and walked away, the sway of her hips a silent invitation.
