Ishq-e-Nazar

CH1

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HER POV

I emerged from the bathroom, still wrapped in my cozy bathrobe, when I saw him standing before me. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, and he strode towards me with purpose.

Without a word, he scooped me up from the floor and deposited me onto my dressing table.

His eyes burned with intensity as he growled,

'Open your robe.'

My heart skipped a beat as I obeyed, my fingers trembling slightly as I parted the fabric.

'Now, spread your legs. Let me view you,' he commanded, his voice low and husky.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I complied, my skin tingling with anticipation.

'What a goddess,' he breathed, his eyes devouring me.

He leaned in, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss.

His mouth trailed down my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, until he reached the apex of my thighs.

I felt myself melting into his touch...

I jerked upright in bed, my heart racing, as the phone on my bedside table blared its annoying tune, piercing through my eardrums like a sharp knife. As I sat up, the vivid dream I'd just had still lingered, leaving me with a sense of longing and a hint of disappointment that it was just a fantasy.

My best friend and manager voice cut through the haze, calling out to me through the phone. I groggily reached over to pick it up, rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes.

"Uth ja aurat!" she screamed through the phone, her voice shrill and urgent ("Get up, woman!")

"Kitna soyegi or subah ke 10 baje chuke hain?" she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush. ("How much longer will you sleep? It's already 10 in the morning!")

"Agr bhool rahi ho toh yaad dilau, aaj important project hai. Khan industry wale kitne strict hai apne time punctuations ko leke. Agar tu ek minute bhi late hue to aaj contract gaya apne hath se." (If you're forgetting, let me remind you: today is an important project. The people from Ahmed industry are very strict about their time punctuality. If you're even a minute late, today's contract will slip from your hands.)

I responded, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep,

"Uth gayi, aadha ghanta bss only. Itne mein tu office ja, project ki file vagera jo karna hai meeting ke liye woh tu dekh main a rahi hun office sidhe." (I'm awake, just half an hour. In the meantime, you go to the office, and take care of the project files and whatever else needs to be done for the meeting. I'm coming straight to the office.)

As I finished talking to her, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and planted my feet firmly on the ground.

The dream was still fresh in my mind, but reality was calling. I got up, stretched, and began my morning routine, trying to shake off the lingering sense of longing.

Today, I opted for a simple yet stylish outfit - a black pants paired with a white shirt. I added a touch of glamour to my face with a nude eyeshadow and wing eyeliner.

As I hummed along to the tune of "Kajrare kajrare tere Kale Kale Naina,"

I applied some chapstick to my chapped lips.

And, as a bonus,

here's a beauty hack from me: if you have chapped lips, try applying few drops of oil to your belly button - it works wonders!