He pecked my forehead and attached our forehead we were breathing heavily due to the ferocious kiss we have shared and damn god he is good, na! na! -fantastic kisser.
"How many times have you kissed before?"
"Never. Ahana never you are my first and...
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"I think this one's better," Aaravi says, pulling yet another dress from my wardrobe for what feels like the twentieth time.
I roll my eyes. "Nah, it has a corset. I don’t want my stomach squeezed when all I’m planning to do is enjoy the delicious food from Vid’s restaurant at that pointless, over-the-top party."
Right now, Aaravi and I are sitting in my room, on the never-ending quest to find the "perfect" dress for the event, which, frankly, I couldn’t care less about. As I finish applying my lipstick, sitting in a bathrobe in front of the mirror, Aaravi throws me an exasperated look and dives back into my wardrobe.
Suddenly, without warning, she jumps up, her eyes wide with excitement. "Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!"
I spin around, confused. "What’s going on? Why are you jumping like a maniac?"
With a grin, she turns to face me, holding up a navy blue saree with a strapless blouse—a gift from my mom. "This happened. Why do you always hide your best clothes in the back of your closet? Girl, this screams sexy! It’s final—you’re wearing this."
I shake my head firmly. "No way. I’m not wearing this. Wearing a saree is definitely not my thing. Sorry, pick something else."
But I can see Aaravi’s determined expression—she’s not backing down.
"If you're not wearing this, none of us are going to that party," Aaravi says with a determined look. "You don't have any other dress in your wardrobe that suits the theme, and this is a readymade saree, so shut up and get ready." She walks toward me, holding the saree out like it’s a weapon. "Move over and let me do your touch-up. We’re already running late."
Reluctantly, I nod, knowing she’s right. The saree does look sexy, and at this point, why not? I’ll give it a shot.
I slip into the blouse, which still fits perfectly and shows a hint of cleavage. I call Aaravi over to tie the back of the blouse for me.
After getting dressed, I spritz on some perfume, adjust the saree, and touch up my lipstick with a dab of gloss. Finally, I stand in front of the mirror for one last look.
