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"Your patience kills me, stop it."

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A A R N A

My body reacted instinctively to his deep curse such that I stood up from the bed abruptly.

I gulp hardly taking in his appearance when he strides in my direction. Why do my heartbeats burn, raising their level?

He's dressed so messily yet looks attractive. The black open tie around his shirt's collar and the buttons open halfway. His taller height makes me feel so small, so nervous.

He takes his time to look around the room before his grey orbs set upon me. There's a pinch of tiredness In his eyes when he looks into mine. The darker shade of his beard shaped perfectly and hair messily spread on his forehead churns something inside my stomach.

I bite on my lips when he just keeps staring at me; it makes me curl my toes and rethink if I'm dressed inappropriately.

This velvet dark red Saree is simply gorgeous with the golden laces around the border. Nothing is more fancy, but the black full-sleeved blouse has an extremely deep sweetheart neckline, which is adorned by my black nuptial chain. The small pendant which holds the whole chain rests just above the valley of my breasts.

When I find no trace of his words, I slowly look up to find his eyes on my nuptial chain and the point where the pendant ends. The shiver runs down my belly when my brain is filled with all those filthy scenarios.

"What's this?" His voice is dark as well as deep, which makes me breathe faster. An unknown burn surges from my throat to my stomach.

"It-It's the decoration for our first night."
You're stupid Aarna.

His orbs turn darker, and the look on them makes me as if I'm drowning in them.

The room is lighted up by candles and the rose petals around the bed and bowls filled with water, floating candles in them decorated nicely. The fragrance inside the room smells like him. Spicy and hot.

"I am aware of that. Why are you dressed like this?" My head snaps up to look at his face.

The look In his eyes. It's not gentle like before our marriage. It has a layer of coldness around it.
"Like what?" I asked equally perplexed as him.

"Like a fucking. Seductress." His voice echoed when he came closer with a snap of a finger, his facial muscles hardening and jaw tightening.

His looking down at me feels like a predator. Even if he does not seem like before anymore.
I'm ready to unfurl another layer of him.

Does he mean I'm dressed like this to tempt him? To seduce him? No, If he thinks like that, it is not the case. I recalled the words when he said physical intimacy would be as difficult for him as me. No. No. I need to be clear to him that I don't initiate the intimacy but this dressing up is just a formality.

"I- I . . . Like. . Uh-"
I decided on words then where the hell those words went. Mahadev! Help me!

He started his steps in my direction and I stepped back nervously.

Another step and I was turned in haste while his one big palm pinned my wrist, my back pressing against his chest.
I could feel his breath tickling near my earhole.
A sharp infliction of Fear surfaced me when his lips grazed at my ear head. His voice was slow.

"I and I what? Like you want me to touch you?"
He spoke authoritatively.

My back was still pressed against his hard-toned chest while he sought my answer to his question.