I was getting ready for night party. I was completely unaware about that until Mohsin told me when we were spending our time, when he lifted me up and made me sit on the railing. And when I touched his chin. That was unexpected! I still can't get over that moment. That cutest moment.
Some clubbing dresses were arranged for me by him since I didn't bought those types of dresses. He literally arranged a whole set of dresses and clothings within minutes making me all shock. I looked around only to find marveling at the sheer beauty of it all. Each piece carefully chosen, reflecting my tastes, my preferences. My billionaire husband never fails to surprise me.
Since its a night clubbing, I choosed a shimmering, light-colored mini dress with spaghetti straps and a straight neckline. I hope he likes this on me. It's revealing but yet not so. A bit of my cleavage was visible. Unaware if what's in my mind. I want to impress him or what!?
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7:30 pm, I was waiting for him outside the resort until then a car came and stopped in front of me. The slides roll down and I found someone else, seems a driver. "Maam sir told me to drop you to the club" he said. I sat in the car cause the next minute a message from Mohsin popped up on my screen "I sent you the car, come safely" he is the sweetest though. The guards car behind me accompanied. He has a protective nature too.
Half an hour and I arrived, the pulsing beat of the music hits me as soon as I step inside, the heavy bass vibrating through the floor and up into my chest. Neon lights flash in time with the rhythm, casting everything in electric hues of pink, blue, and green. I have rarely visit clubs in my college days.
As I make my way, a familiar figure catches my eye. Standing near the VIP section, looking effortlessly handsome in a rolled sleeve black expensive shirt with few of buttons opened from top tugged in a geans and the silver watch on his wrist, is Mohsin, my husband. His presence commands attention, a stark contrast to the swirling chaos around us.
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My heart skips a beat as I see him takin a sip of vine I guess with someone, a man. His smile lighting up his face. For a moment, I forgot about the surrounding, the music, everything. It's just him. He looks up, and our eyes meet across the room. He looked at me and smiled and the other second he frowned.
I noticed him coming towards me with a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes roaming all over me and my body. "You serious?" he whispered looking me top to bottom. "What?" I said unborthered. "Nothing, I'm going to be keeping an eye on you all night. Can't have anyone else getting the wrong idea." He said and I blushed. "Same I will" I replied to tease him and he chuckled with a nod.
He looked around and gave everyone a death stare, I realised the boys in the club looking at me. I felt uncomfortable until then I felt Mohsin taking my hand in his without looking at me. He was looking at those men staring me. He bought my hand closer to his lips and placed a soft kiss, all the men looked away. Damn! He is....!! He then looked at me which left me all in nervous.
Holding my hand he took me to the dancing floor, "I never did a couple dance" I murmured to him. "That's perfect then, your first dance with me" he simply whispered and I widened my eyes looking around.
The music shifts to a slower, sultry rhythm, and Mohsin pulls me gently towards the dance floor. The crowd around us seems to blur as he wraps his arms around my waist, drawing me close. I can feel the warmth of his body, his steady breath mingling with mine. He took my hand guiding me to place my hands on this shoulders. As his hands slided down my waist I felt a flutter of anticipation mingled with nerves, I hesitated to dance but then he himself made me do that slowly.
In the moments of dance, everything faded away except for the music and the connection between us. His hand on my waist was firm yet gentle, guiding me effortlessly across the floor. Our eyes were continuosly in a contact. He kept praising me with his expressions and I laughed. "I am such a bad dancer" I said, "You better don't dare to say it again love" he spoke, I focused on his given nickname. Ahhh!! "You didn't said how am I looking" I pouted and said purposely since I wanted to know.
In the dimly lit ambiance of the exclusive club, he leaned in with a subtle smile, his eyes tracing the contours of my outfit with genuine admiration. His voice, low and warm against the backdrop of pulsating music, carried a compliment that made my heart skip a beat.
"You look absolutely stunning tonight," he murmured, his tone a blend of appreciation and pride. His gaze lingered on the delicate details of my ensemble. A bright smile with blushed appeared on my face, "You too" I said and we both giggled. Unfortunately our foreheads were slightly toughing since we were dancing.
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After dance, he took me to the bar. I sat on the chair, he bought me a glass of juice and himself a wine. "You are drinking that and giving me this" I looked at his wine. "You are too small for this" he said as if he was a parent of mine. "I will never drink, it's dangerous" I taunted taking a sip. I know he was looking at me. "I am dangerous too if you don't know" he sat next to me making me look at him.
The next thing he did was to leaned towards me, his expression softening with a mix of affection and admiration, "You were amazing out there, on the dance floor" he said, his voice carrying a warmth that mirrored the flickering candlelight leaving me blushing.
