"You are caught Moon, stop staring at me". My heart quickened, This man will be the end of me.
"Trust me moon, The way you look at me makes my heart flutter".
"And how Am I looking at you Arjun?". I really wanted to know, Do I actually look at him...
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From my perspective, I feel content and fulfilled in my marriage, finding happiness in my husband's company. Despite this happiness, I harbour some doubt about whether what I feel is genuine love. Nevertheless, I emphasise that I am incredibly happy being with him, our relationship brings me great joy and satisfaction.
As I watched my husband cooking for me after we’ve returned from a party, I admired the sight of him with his sleeves rolled up on his white shirt. In that moment, I felt a rush of affection and appreciation for him, recognizing the effort he's putting in to care for me. It's a small, intimate gesture that warms my heart and reinforces my happiness with him, reaffirming the depth of our connection. I kept gawking at the hotness in front of me while I sit on top of the dinning table. My eyes roamed around him and then my white sundress we twined and that made me happy too.
"You are caught Moon, stop staring at me". My heart quickened, This man will be the end of me.
"Trust me moon, The way you look at me makes my heart flutter".
"And how Am I looking at you Arjun?". I really wanted to know, Do I actually look at him in a way I never look at anyone.
In the dimly lit room he walks closer to me and bends down near my face, His eyes and mine locked with undeniable intensity. The world around us seemed to fade away, only leaving the two of us. His hand slowly reaches out to me as he gently brushed a strand of hair from my face.
"You look at me as if you'd kiss me, the minute I get closer to you". He said.
"Will you mind if I do so?".
And the second those words left my mouth he slammed his lips on mine, he seperated my thighs and moved closer to me, his hands resting on my thigh. His lips awakened all of my senses, and I tucked on his hair earning a groan from him FUCKK why did he sound so fuckable when he groaned. His tongue tasted my bottom lip and I moaned and using it as an opportunity he pushed his tongue into my mouth. The urgency, His mouth over mine, all my fantasy and his dirty images of doing things to me is what I've always wanted.
He knows exactly what he was doing to me. And I could feel his smirk in between our kiss. He smooches me hard and drops his mouth down my jaw, tracing his nose down my neck pausing to whisper in my neck, his hands sliding more in between my thighs.
“Do I make you weak jaan”. He whispers licking my earlobe.
“Yes”. My voice barely leaves my throat.
“Yes Jaan, Good answer”. He groaned and I was ready to feel his lips on mine and when I don't feel his lips on mine, I frown and open my eyes only to see him standing with a smirk on his face.
My cheeks flush just by the sight of him, His hair dishevelled, Shirt creased and a few buttons of his shirt undone and the mark of my lipstick on his lips. I did not dare to look into his eyes.
