his bare hand touch my nuptial chain which is tied around my neck, he look at me with most disgusting face ever.
i don't want you as my wife. i never wanted this marriage. don't expect anything from me, after 6 months we'll get divorce.... he said...
"The party hall was filled with the rich and powerful, all gathered for the annual charity auction. But tonight, there was one item that had everyone's attention - a rare and exquisite necklace, rumored to have once belonged to a italian queen, had been put up for bid, and the price was already reaching record heights."
Veeraj stands there as most important person in a tailor suit and tie the fabric draping on his broad shoulder and muscular chest, his gazes keep fix on party hall entrance as his wife is coming inside.
"As he watched her enter the party, his eyes immediately fixated on her, taking in every detail of her appearance. The way the light caught the fabric of her dress, making it shimmer and sparkle. The way her body moved as she walked, the way the dress hugged her curves and showed off her long, shapely legs. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and possessiveness, knowing that she was all his. He wanted to go to her, to touch her, to claim her in front of everyone."
Her dress
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Simran stepped into the party, she was almost overwhelmed by the attention. Everyone turned to look at her, their eyes roaming over her body in her beautiful dress. She blushed, feeling a little shy and self-conscious under their gaze, and tried to keep her head down. But every now and then, she would glance up and see how her husband was looking at her, his eyes full of pride and desire, and she would feel a flutter in her chest."
As she came towards him veeraj keep his hand on her waist, his eyes again fell on her dress taking every inch of it.
"You're looking stunning Jaan"... He says, his voice low and possesive.
Simran blush a shy smile on her lips she can't help but feel a little thrill at the possesive way he is holding her,the way he is looking at her like she is most beautiful women in the room.
As party slowly starts the chatter and laughter filling in air, the red wine was given to everyone.
Simran politely smile as veeraj introduce his business partners to her which was loyal to him, thier wife's compliment simran and her brown beauty.
"Who says only western girls can pull this kind of outfits, girl you're looking amazing, gorgeous, stunning and many beautiful for you even tho you're Indian but you still pull this dress"... One of business partner wife said to simran.
Her italian accent rolls on her tongue as the women praise simran's beauty.
"Thank you".. Simran said her voice was soft and shy.... "You're too kind".
The Italian women Natasha smile at her.
"No I'm being honest, you're glowing girl. You're husband is very lucky man". She said.
Simran blush and shy at her words and glanced at her husband who was in deep conversation with group of other business men.
He was standing with his back to her, his broad shoulders and muscular frame a stark contrast to the other men in the group. She watched him for a moment, admiring how he commanded attention and respect among the others. Despite his polite demeanor, there was an air of authority about him that was unmistakable. She couldn't help feeling a flutter of pride and affection every time she saw him in action like this."
