Thakur's Ardhangini | 18+ ✅

55| Fest

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Mandakini POV

"Are you sure, Raj?"

I asked my husband, while his fingers kept playing with mine, my head rested on his biceps. Both of us were lying naked, after a steamy sex session. He told me that he missed my fragrance all day, and I blushed coyly listening to his words.

I told him about whatever my professor wanted from me, and he pecked my forehead saying that he wanted me to participate in the event fully.

"Of course I'm! It's your college fest, babygirl! You must perform as it is expected of you."

He groaned, his lips still kept leaving a trail of kisses all over my little face. Our fingers were intertwined intimately, and our gazes fixed at each other.

I gawked at him with shock, when I deciphered that he was okay with me dancing alongside another man.

"Perform with a man, who isn't you. Raj, are you serious? What has happened to you?"

I asked him, my voice raised a little. How could he let me dance with a stranger? Isn't he possessive about me?

Inayat and I have bonded well now, and she made me read a dark romance book. The male lead there was quite obsessed with the female, and here is my husband, who doesn't care about me being touched by another man.

"I'm serious, love. Our marriage shouldn't hinder your college life."

He spoke casually, making me frown. I quickly sat up, and held my bosom since my naughty boobs jiggled as I raised up. He chuckled at my gesture. I flared in vexation.

"You are saying that I can dance, with his hand placed on my waist, and our lips just few inches apart?"

I asked him shamelessly, and he sat up too, engulfing me in a soothing hug.

"Ye....yes! I mean that's an event."

He elucidated me, and I bit my lower lip before saying.

"Fine!"

Both of us laid back, and he began patting me like a little girl. I am his babygirl after all, and we slept within a few moments.

The next morning, I reached the college and met Sumit. He seemed like a nice man. The choreographer had already arrived, and we paired up. The dance form was Salsa. I was missing my husband so badly at that moment because the steps that were being taught to us, and the songs that were played on the speaker, all of them were reminding me of him.

He is the air that I breathe.

Sumit hesitatingly placed his hand on my waist. It felt strange to me in the beginning, but the way Sumit tried to calm me down, and maintained the required distance between us, just touched my heart. He is a gentleman.