𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄- 𝟓

MEERAB'S POV

Biwi ji, please Woh juhumka uttar dijiya, humara dil tootasa jaata hai jab bhi ye jumke aap ke galo ko chumte hain, humre badan mein aag sa lag jata hai. Ye sirf humara haq hai aapko chuna, chumna, chidna, aap ke sath woh sab karna Jo ki koi soch bhi nahi sakte, kyu ki aap humare ho aur hum aapke.

"Biwi, please refrain from wearing those jhumkas, for my heart shatters with every delicate kiss of those frivolous ornaments against your cheeks. It feels like an infringement upon my very soul. It's only me who possesses the right to touch you, to kiss you, to savor every inch of you, to tease you mercilessly, and to indulge in a myriad of forbidden pleasures, for you are mine-utterly and irrevocably mine, just the same way I am yours, only yours."

The message dances on my screen, a cheeky little flicker in my peripheral vision. As I pluck petals from a rose-his absolute favorite flower-I toss them into a basket, getting ready to sprinkle them over my husband. After all, he's my prince charming, and he totally deserves all the princess treatment. I've lost track of how many times I've reread it, each time the words etching themselves deeper into my soul.

"I am yours, and you are mine," he declares, his possessive tone sending a shiver down my spine. It's his dominant side that captivates me, the way his words create a vivid image of complete ownership-a fierce, possessive love that takes my breath away and leaves a flutter of anticipation in my stomach.

Yet, there's more to him than just that raw power. Beneath the surface, I sense a profound care, a tenderness he expresses in a roundabout way. He knows I wouldn't hear it if he said it directly, so he subtly hints that I shouldn't wear those heavy jhumkas right now. I know those earrings are quite weighty, And I'm not wearing them at this moment.

But honestly, how could anyone be jealous of those simple earrings? I can't help but chuckle at the thought. Oh, my sweet baby! They were just a small, insignificant detail-a mere speck in the vast universe of his love for me. It was the way he looked at me, making me feel like the only woman in the world who truly mattered. As I let my fingers dance over the petals again, a nervous anticipation built within me. The sound of the front doorbell sent a jolt of excitement through me. He was here. My prince had arrived.