𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
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• MEHER •
We sat there as the sun sank, spreading its orange and yellow hues and breaking waves over the beach.
Rivaan could not stop talking about jumping out of an airplane with a parachute, telling me it was one of the best moments of his whole life. He described how much fun and excitement he felt, insisting we must do it again soon because he was missing out on so many thrilling experiences.
As he enthusiastically rambled on about the amazing skydiving experience, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. A huge smile spread across my face while watching him talk with such passion and energy. I was completely captivated by him.
"I really want to go skydiving with Shivaansh Bhai next time," Rivaan said with a sparkle in his eyes. "He is going to absolutely love the big rush of adrenaline and freedom of soaring through the sky. And we have to take Yuvika bhabhi with us too. Can you imagine how much fun the four of us will have? It will be the best adventure ever!"
Just picturing his family sharing this exciting activity together filled Rivaan with visible delight and love for his family. The thought of his brother and Yuvika skydiving by his side made his whole face light up with happiness.
My gaze lingered upon him, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer radiance that seemed to emanate from his very being. He was like a ball of sunshine, warm and bright, his mere presence illuminating the world around him.
As he spoke, his words brimming with enthusiasm and joy, I found myself drawn in by the infectious nature of his smile. It was a smile that held no bounds, spreading across his features with an effortless ease that could only come from a heart overflowing with happiness.
His smile was like a gentle caress, wrapping me in a comforting embrace that chased away any shadows or worries that dared to linger.
A rosy blush began to bloom across his cheeks, tinting them with an endearing, flushed hue as he bashfully looked away.
"Stop looking at me like that," he murmured shyly, turning his face aside. The crimson tinge rapidly spread, coloring not just his cheeks but his neck and ears as well, lending him an adorably flustered appearance.
How could I possibly avert my gaze from such an exquisite sight? Rivaan Raghuvanshi stood before me, the very epitome of perfection itself. His perfection seemed unattainable, as if the almighty hand of creation had painstakingly and slowly crafted and polished each and every last detail to an exquisite level of beauty.
Each curve, each angle, each breath he drew - it was all crafted with painstaking precision and care, as if God himself had invested the world's unlimited time to fashion this immaculate masterpiece.
From the soft chocolate hue of his eyes to the subtle arch of his nose to the soft stroke of his thick lashes, every aspect of him was a perfectly rendered work of art. Even the freckles that scattered across his sun-kissed skin appeared to be a purposeful brushstroke, giving an already amazing canvas more depth.
