𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝟏𝟖 | 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

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I shouldn't have asked for shopping.

I really shouldn't have gone shopping wearing a saree.

I played with the end of my saree nervously because of the attention I was getting.

I always liked to stay invisible in a group of people because their stares and unnecessary opinions made me nervous and uncomfortable. Maybe it's because every single person I have met in my life has somehow managed to make me doubt my looks, except Ayina and now him.

Ayina has always encouraged me to love my body the way it is because I am healthy and beautiful, but I always hesitated. There was always something that would stop me from coming out of my shell. But this blue-eyed man has made me feel beautiful. I wore this off-white saree because I liked it, but somewhere in my mind, I was concerned about how the other people in the mansion would react. I was happy when Angelina and Aunt Ariana praised me; I know they were genuine. But this man here, he looks at me just like how I look at a beautiful painting or sculpture of Lord Shiv and Parvati. When he looks at me, his mesmerizing eyes are filled with many emotions—admiration, devotion, and most prominently, obsession. The intensity reflected in those blue eyes scared me because it was clear that he would do anything for his obsession, anything for me.

Indian clothes are my comfort clothes, not that I have worn anything Western before. But desi clothes give me a homely vibe; that's why I chose to wear a saree. But looking at all the stares I am getting, I think it was indeed a bad idea.

"What is it, darling?" The deep and velvety voice said from beside me, making me jump in surprise.

It's always him either making me nervous with his intense gaze or startling me with his sudden presence.

I turned to my left side and glared at the man who was looking at me with concerned eyes.

I hate the fact that his eyes are so expressive and they carry an abandoned amount of truth in them.

"Nothing," I replied and continued to nudge my saree between my fingers. But a big hand on my hands stopped my actions. Big, veiny, and tattooed hand. I looked up and found those blue eyes looking at me with so much intensity.

"Don't be nervous, Tesoro. I am with you," he whispered closely so that only I could hear. His voice and touch made my body tingle with an unknown emotion. My heart shouldn't have fluttered the way it did after hearing his words.

( " Darling " )

I didn't reply and looked at his large palm, which covered both my hands. My hands weren't small, but his were big, just like how his whole body was. He freed my hands from the saree and took hold of my left palm inside his big one. His hands were warm compared to my cold ones. It was big and exactly the opposite of my skin color, but it felt weirdly good. A little bit of his tattoo was peeking from inside the black sleeves of his jacket, making it visible to me, which only intrigued me to see more. But I didn't get more time to think about it as my face was turned towards his as he pulled me closer with his other hand under my chin. My body was on fire; his touch was making me feel hot, everywhere. I hate to admit this, but my body likes his touch, and it reacts to his touch in a way it shouldn't, considering our circumstances and relationship.