Book 1 of Sinful Series
Aayan Kapoor- 28.Ceo of Kapoor Industries.
''He knew loving her was a sin but he himself was a devil"
Used to be sunshine boy but something drastic happened which made him ruthless and arrogant.He not only rules the business...
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Kiana's POV
I woke up surrounded by protective arms, which could only belong to my husband. I smiled at his sleeping figure, his face nestled against my chest, his lips resting on my tits, and his saliva soaking myshirt. I knew he must have dressed me. I gently caressed his hair, and he instinctively sucked a little, causing my nipples to harden.
Yesterday, he made me feel like the most beautiful woman, maybe not in my own opinion, but from the way he looked at me, I felt like the prettiest. Knowing he loves me so deeply makes me content.
I slowly wiggled out of his embrace and replaced myself with a pillow, which he snuggled into even more.
I went to take a shower and got dressed in my casual clothes—a skirt and a top. Today, I won't be going to Malhotra Industries. Instead, I'll be planning a surprise with the trio for my Jaan, after all, tomorrow is his birthday, his first birthday with me.
I walked out of the room and headed to Shreyu's room. I knocked on her door.
"Come in," she called from the other side, and I entered with a bright smile.
"Good morning, Shreyu." She looked up from her book, quickly closing it as she saw me.
"Good morning, Bhabhi. You don't need to knock you know right," she said, smiling. I glanced between her and the book, noticing how she subtly slipped it under her pillow, which, of course, didn't escape my notice.
"Can I have a few moments with my princess?" I asked, and she smiled, getting up from the bed to come towards me. She took my hand and led me to sit on her bed.
"Bhabhi, you know you don't need permission from me," she said, and I chuckled, nodding while caressing her hair.
"By the way, someone's looking like a pretty college girl today," she said, hyping me up as always.
"Thank you, but not more pretty than you," I replied, and we both laughed.
I took her hand in mine, gave it a gentle squeeze, and looked at her with an apologetic expression.
"Shreyu, I'm sorry about that day. I know you were really scared, and it was my responsibility to keep you safe," I said. She nodded vehemently, her eyes welling up with tears, which I quickly wiped away as my own eyes threatened to tear up.
"No, Bhabhi, what are you talking about? You did everything in your power to save us," she began, but I cut her off.
"But what if Ayaan hadn't arrived in time?" I asked, my heart pounding with the fear of seeing my princess hurt.
"But that didn't happen, Bhabhi, so why are we bringing up that day again?" she said, resting her head on my lap while I stroked her hair.
"And I don't want you to ever apologize to me for anything. If I make a mistake, you have the right to scold me, but even if it's your fault, never apologize to me, Bhabhi, because I trust you so much," she said, and my heart swelled with emotion as I continued to stroke her hair, looking down at her.
