𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞|𝟏𝟖+ (Series #01)

23

CHAPTER 23 :
❀ THE KISS ❀
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Do not forget to read the A/N at the end.

M I R A Y A' S    P O V

"There's one more question, wife."

Wife. His wife. I blushed at my thoughts.

"Do you really think I'm not attracted to you?"

Shit. I now realized what I had said previously in anger. Why did I even say such a thing?

It's better to not say anything.

"Very well. If that's the case, then, I would really love to show you how irresistible you are and how deeply I'm controlling myself from not kissing you everyday." He expressed, making my heart beat at the fastest speed now.

I repeated his words in my brain. So, he did say those words to me.

Oh my God. He said those words to me. To me. Me.

The tingling sensation in my stomach is definitely not helping me to form any conclusion.

Is it just attraction towards the physical body or am I falling for him? Am I starting to like him?

Like him as my husband? Accept him as my husband?

I-I. No. But he's my husband.

My husband. Raghav Singhania. I smiled with heat reaching up to my cheeks.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Mrs. Singhania?" He questioned with a teasing tone.

Uncomfortable? No. Never.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I know, I might have-"

"You didn't cross any limits, Mr. Singhania. And you aren't making me uncomfortable." I said, cutting him off, and clutching his shirt tightly pulling him over, until our foreheads touched each other. "You are making me feel anything but that." I confessed with honesty.

Suddenly, my breath hitched making me aware of our proximity, his cologne now mixed with sweat along how we are breathing the same air this closely-

"Can I kiss you?" I flinched slightly at his question, as it made him break the contact of our foreheads as I slowly opened my eyes, only to look at the man.

I noticed now, his ruffled hair, those chocolate brown eyes holding softness inside them, his long eyelashes making me envious every time, and his cheeks how they're starting to get red with the heat and how his tongue is making his lips wet with the saliva.

Tearing my gaze away from his lips, my eyes met his struggling to break the contact from each other's eyes.

Only one thing was mocking my mind now, that-

He deserves the whole world. And if I want to give him that, I need to accept him. As my husband. And complete the promise we made to each other on the day he returned from his trip.

"Y-Yes." I answered his question, barely able to say anything with his strong gaze.

"Are y-you sure?" He stammered too.

"More than I ever have been. Please, kiss me."

I want to be his.

I want him to be mine. Just like how I'm his, now.

"Oh, love. Don't beg like this. I'll give you several reasons to do that." He chuckled, making me frown lightly, as he kissed my right cheek , making me blush more, and slowly moved to my right ear, his breath traveled through my cheeks till my ear, as he whispered, "Soon. Very soon."