𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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Today is the engagement day of my brother. The house is in full swing as everyone is preparing to welcome the bride's side.
I tap my wrist watch as I wait for my wife to get ready. After that day of my accident she has been a little reserved with everything. Although I tried to cheer her up she was feeling down. All because of that evil witch Minakshi Singh. I'll handle her when the time is right.
My phone pings with a notification as I stand in the hallway. I have cleared my work schedule for the next week until the wedding. As the first son of the family it is my responsibility to make sure that the event is held without any issues.
I take my phone out of my slack pockets and see a photo sent by Heer. My brows furrow. What is she doing upstairs?
I click the photo and instantly shut down my phone. My eyes widens and I look to my left and right making sure if anyone saw what I just saw right now. Everybody is busy in their own world.
I walk away to the hallway where there's nobody present and type out my password furiously.
Fuck.
My pant tightens at the picture she has sent.
She's standing infront of the mirror making a kissing face, wearing a black skin tight legging and her breasts are barely covered by the lingerie bra I bought her. I can see her dusky nipples through the sheer material.
My blood runs hot as I try to adjust my pant before anyone notices. I send a quick text to her:
Aman - You'll be the death of me.
I pocket my phone and immediately stride towards our room. Maybe there's time for a little makeout session. I open the door to our room but she's not there. I hear a sound inside the walk-in closet and instantly perk up.
I knock the door, "Stop tempting me, Sweetheart. Now open the door and let me in." I rasp remembering the photo.
"Aman! You are supposed to be welcoming the guests!" Her voice comes out muffled by the door.
"I can be welcoming to you. Open the door." I emphasize the coming part and earn a melodious chuckle from her side.
"Hard pass." She sing songs and I grit my teeth. If I get my hands on her I'll make sure that voice becomes hoarse because of screaming in pleasure.
After pacing the room back and forth finally she opens the door. I turn around swiftly only to be met by the sight of a goddess. My breath catches at my throat and I rub my chest lightly as if it could cure the little twinge inside it.
