"My love, you're not just a princess, you're my queen, and I vow to make the entire universe bend to your will, to surrender at your feet, and to worship you as the sovereign of my heart."
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I called out to Yash twice, but he didn't respond, so I went to the hall and saw him talking on the phone. As soon as he saw me, he said 'I'll call you back in 2 minutes' and hung up. He then came to me and said, “How beautiful you look, my pretty Ahana”.
As I blushed, I whispered, "I'm so glad you liked it. Your compliment is exactly what I wanted to hear." He smiled, his eyes filled with adoration, and said, "You look stunning in every dress, whether it's traditional, western, casual, or formal. You're so beautiful in all of them, my love. You have no idea how fast my heart races when you look so lovely. My soul yearns to..." His voice trailed off as he paused, taking my hand and gently pulling me closer.
Our faces were now inches apart, our breaths intertwining. "What does your heart desire?" I asked, my voice barely audible, my pulse skipping a beat as we stood so close. The air was electric with tension, our bodies almost touching, our hearts beating as one.
"Do you really want to know what's on my mind?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Yes, I want to know," I replied, my voice trembling with anticipation. "Well, to tell you that, we'll have to recreate last night's moments," he said, his eyes gleaming with desire. As he spoke, I felt a strange sensation coursing through my body, a wetness spreading between my legs.
He gently lifted my chin, his fingers caressing my skin, and tilted my face upwards, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with intensity, and I felt myself getting lost in their depths. His other hand rested on my waist, his thumb tracing circles on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I batted my eyelashes, trying to appear nonchalant, and replied, "Nothing."
He raised an eyebrow, a sly smirk spreading across his face. "Well, in that case, would you like to recreate last night's scenes?" he asked again, his tone dripping with suggestion. The air was charged with tension as he awaited my response, his eyes locked on mine with an unmistakable gleam of desire.
As his hand slowly slipped inside my top, I caught it and broke away from the kiss, asking, "Can I say something?" He nodded, "Yes, say it." I hesitated, then revealed, "If we don't stop now, I should tell you that my periods ended a few days ago, but I'm bleeding again." He listened intently, then wrapped me in a tight hug, stroking my hair, and whispered, "It's because you've lost your virginity, that's why it's happening. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
"Let's go to a nice place for lunch, and then I'll drop you home, okay?" he said. "Okay, where are we going?" I asked. "What do you want to eat? Tell me first," he asked. After thinking for a long time, I said, "I want to eat Chinese food." He smiled and said, "Okay," and then lifted me up in a bridal style, kissing my forehead, and started walking towards the bedroom. "What are we doing?" I asked nervously. "We're going to cuddle for a bit, talk, and then go for lunch. What were you thinking?" he asked. "Nothing, nothing," I replied. "I know everything that goes on in your little mind," he said with a laugh.
