Aashiqui Aa Gayi🧡🍁🧡 ✓

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Garima slowly opened her eyes, still groggy from sleep, and the first thing she saw was Shantanu emerging from the bathroom. 

Her mouth dropped open in shock. 

He was wearing nothing but a towel tied around his waist, and water was dripping from his hair, gliding down his bare torso and chest, making him look unbelievably hot. 

She never imagined that such a sight could be so enticing, so captivating, that she'd want to see him like this every morning.

Shantanu, unaware at first of her gaze, was casually wiping his hair with a smaller towel. 

But then, he felt her eyes on him. 

When he looked up and caught her staring, something unfamiliar churned in his stomach, a mix of shyness and excitement. 

For a moment, he was actually flushed. 

The great Shantanu Rajyavadkar, impeccable businessman, shy because his wife was giving him intense, almost hungry stares? 

If anyone in the world saw this, they would faint from disbelief.

This new version of Shantanu was a surprise even to himself. 

He had always thought of himself as heartless and rude, but ever since Garima had entered his life, everything had changed. 

She had turned his world upside down, made him realize things about himself that he didn't even know he was capable of. 

She was changing him in ways he hadn't anticipated, and he knew it was all because of her—his little amore mio.

Breaking the silence, Shantanu smirked and asked, "Like what you see?"

Garima's mind, which had been running wild with sinful scenarios, came to a screeching halt at his words. 

She blushed, trying to regain her composure. "I'm not looking at you," she retorted, trying to sound convincing.

"Sure, sure," he teased, his smirk widening. "You're just zoning out, right?"

She didn't know how to respond, so she just nodded, trying to avoid his gaze. 

Shantanu chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "You know, you can ogle me all you want. I'm all yours, amore mio, just like you are mine."

His voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke those last words, and Garima felt her heart race. 

She gulped and quickly retorted, "I'm not yours."

Shantanu's smirk softened into something more serious, more determined. "No worries. You're not mine yet, but soon, amore mio, you will be. I promise you that."

Garima scoffed, trying to mask the flutter of emotions his words stirred in her. "Oh, really? So, you don't want a divorce anymore?"

Her words were like a dagger to his heart, reminding him of the hurt he had caused her. 

He hated himself for the way he had treated her, for making her feel like she wasn't wanted. 

But now, he was ready to endure any pain, any piercing words she might throw at him, because he was determined to make things right. 

He needed her in his life to survive, and he knew his feelings for her had grown far beyond mere liking. 

He just didn't have the proper words to express the intense, deep emotions that were building inside him with each passing day.