Warning: 18+
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VEDANTI SHIVYA RATHOD
She is the perfect example of beauty with brains, a woman who loves to talk and is the center of Shivya's universe. Strong and confident, Vedanti has her own secrets, including a profession her husband is unawar...
As Shivya stood by the doorway, his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him. Vedanti was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate straps of her black dress.
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The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, the deep neckline accentuating her soft skin. The way the dress is, revealing her shoulder, specifically the collarbone made his heart skip a beat. God, she looked breathtaking.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Every detail—her hair, her earing, the way she bit her lower lip in concentration—drove him to the edge.
A desperate longing surged within him, a powerful urge to touch her, to feel her warmth against him. His hands twitched at his sides, aching to reach out, but he forced himself to remain still. Control yourself, Shivya, he mentally chided.
As he watched her, he noticed her eyes flicking up to meet his through the mirror. Her gaze lingered on him, and he could see the way she was subtly checking him out. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. So, she's not immune either, he thought with a mix of amusement and desire.
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Unable to resist, Shivya walked towards her, each step deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. He noticed the way her breath hitched as he got closer, her lips parting slightly in anticipation.
When he reached her, he bent down, his breath fanning over her bare shoulder, the proximity making both of their hearts race. The tension in the room was electric, charged with an unspoken desire.
But instead of giving in to the temptation to touch her, to close the distance between them, Shivya reached past her, picking up the watch that was resting on the dressing table. He could feel her shiver as his arm brushed against her, her eyes closing involuntarily at the closeness.
Leaning in even closer, his lips just inches from her ear, he whispered in a husky tone, "Are you expecting something, Vedanti?"
Her eyes flew open, and she quickly shook her head, her cheeks flushing as she realized how close they were. Without another word, she turned and hurried out of the room, her breath coming in short, rapid bursts.
