𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝟏𝟗 |𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

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I have killed many people within the blink of an eye, but making this rodi is something I need to practice. For the last ten minutes, I have been trying to make it in perfect shape, just like my darling did.

This rodi is frustrating because it's not getting into the round shape I need.

I asked my darling to help, and I need to help her by making this. But this stupid dough is not cooperating.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I didn't even need to turn to recognize the fragrance of jasmine coming from my wife's body. I sniffed her fragrance before turning to face her, only to be greeted by her laughter.

I swear on all the wealth and power I have, there is nothing more melodious than the sound of my wife's laugh, and there is nothing more beautiful than her laughing face.

A smile automatically spread across my face seeing her laugh. It's the first time since we came here that she's been so carefree, and I am loving it. Hell, I am loving her more with every glance. She stopped laughing as she noticed my smiling face.

"Why... why are you smiling?" she asked, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was nervous. I took a step towards her, and she took one back, but I hated it. I want her to take two steps towards me, not away from me.

"Because you just laughed, my love.La tua risata è la melodia più bella che abbia mai sentito. Giuro su Dio e il diavolo che potrei morire e uccidere per sentirla ancora e ancora." I said as I caged her between my arms. Her nose scrunched up upon hearing Italian, as she didn't understand anything. But her cheeks turned a shade of red, and I noticed the slight shiver in her body at our closeness.

(I swear to God and the Devil that I could kill and die for your laugh; it's the most melodious sound I have ever heard,")

I breathed in her beauty as I looked at her from this close. I haven't said anything about her looks. My wife is a sight to behold. Her hair is now in a messy bun with small strands falling on her face. The end of the long white cloth she is wearing, which I learned is called a saree after searching on Google, is now tucked in front of her belly, making her waist bare for my eyes. She had a cute little protruding belly, which was giving me a hard-on right in the middle of the kitchen.

All the while, I could feel her gaze on me. I looked up at her brown eyes, which were filled with confusion and anticipation. I lowered my face towards her neck and sniffed her fragrance, feeling like I was at home.

"What... what are you doing?" I heard her ask, which came out as a soft whisper.

"You smell like jasmine, and you're mine," I said as I looked up at her. Her eyes narrowed, and I suppressed my urge to laugh at her cute expression.