𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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"Woah woah tiger. Slow down." I say, balancing her as she holds me tight wrapping her arms around my neck.
"You smell sooo good!" She stuffs her nose to my throat and takes a deep breath from my neck, sending all blood rushing south.
On one hand, I feel like I am living a dream as she hugs me close to her. On the other hand, I am scared that she's going to snap my control.
The dress she's wearing leaves little to imagination as it hugs every delicious curves of her body.
I grab her by her shoulders as she slurs something. She's clearly wasted and I am not planning to let her leave like this alone.
"Wait!" She gasps looking at my face, "You look familiar..." She scrunches her eyebrows in confusion. It's too cute to see her let loose.
"Huh!" She snaps her fingers like she figured me out for the first time, "You look like my husband!" She nods repeatedly, "Why do you look like him?" She asks squinting her eyes at me, "And why is there three of you?"
I chuckle, "I am sure you can handle me." I mutter balancing her to my sides by wrapping a protective arm around her waist.
She sighs and gives me her full weight catching me off guard. If I wasn't aware we both would be fallen in the middle of the streets.
"Alright, sweetheart, this won't work." I bend down and carry her by sliding an arm around her waist and knees.
She sleepily bands her arms around my neck and snuggles close to me making my heart yearn for more. How I missed her.
We are silent for a while as she looks up at me tracing my every features. I don't take my eyes away from hers as I relish this moment. Because tomorrow this might never happen.
Her in my arms.
"Why are you so pwetty?" She asks me in a childlike voice.
I let out a chuckle as that was the last thing I thought she would ask me, "All praise to my Ma and her genes." I say a little smug about the fact that she finds me good-looking.
Because sober Heer would never accept it.
"Your babies would be so pwetty." She says her eyes turning distant.
