𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝟐𝟐 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊

Hello Butterflies,

I know you guys will ignore this just like you ignore my efforts. Hope you all are doing well. Then why you all are hesitating to vote and comment? The views on each chapter and the votes doesn't match? Is that mean I'm a bad writer or you don't like my work? It takes me hours to complete writing a chapter, and as I don't have a laptop yet I have to draft the chapter on my phone, without even having time for my friends. I'm a hostler and stays with 16 of my friends, and when I say friends, they are like my sisters. I don't even get to spend time because I'm always typing on the phone. So even if you don't like the chapter at least vote for my efforts.

This is a very important chapter.

Now read and enjoy ❤️‍🩹

12 HOURS AGO:

I waited patiently in front of the elevator while simultaneously looking at my watch. It was almost eight, and she would be here any moment. I corrected the nonexistent creases on my suit jacket and checked my perfectly gelled hair again. I needed to make myself presentable for her. She should never think that her husband is anything less than a match for her, even though no one else in the world can beat the beauty that my darling holds. She's the most beautiful woman in the world, not just because of her appearance, but also because of the good heart she possesses. She has the kindest heart that cares for anyone, and whoever gets to be cared for by her should kiss the ground she walks on, because she's a goddess in human form. The past few days, I have been lucky to know what it's like to be cared for by my wife, and I would do anything to get her close to me like that again.

I cannot forget how she blushed at my touch. I only intended to give her the pendant back, but her fragrance ended up leading me to place a kiss on her neck. The way her body reacts to my touch is phenomenal. It's addictive.

The sound of the elevator door opening caught my attention, and out came my angel wearing a red dress, looking like a seductress. Every inch of her body was covered except for her face, feet, and arms, but she still managed to look hot. She is the true definition of perfect. The dark red color enhanced the glow of her golden brown skin. Her waist-length hair was loose, just the way I love it. The sound of anklets echoed in the hallway as she stepped out of the elevator.

"Good morning, darling," I greeted her, catching her attention. A red hue covered her cheeks as she noticed my presence. She was holding two roses in her hand, and I inwardly sighed in happiness at her accepting the gifts I gave her. It's easy to make her happy because she doesn't want anything extravagant; something small like a bouquet of flowers is significant to her.

Without replying to me, she went to greet my family, and I walked behind her. I love to follow her footsteps; it reminds me and reassures me that she's still there in my life. She placed the rose petals in front of the statue of her god, closed her eyes, and joined her hands in prayer. This is the highlight of my day when I can just stand behind her and admire how beautiful and divine she looks when she prays. She looks like an angel who graced this earth with her divine presence, just to make a sinner like me a saint.