Passion & Dilemma

37. Beg Properly.

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Sarthak's POV

I entered the room after a lot of struggle because my sisters won't let me get in without taking shagun.

I feel like every woman in this house is trying to loot me. First Naina Bhabhi and now these three caterpillars.

Looking around the room, I found no trace of my wife.

When I turned to balcony, I saw a glimpse of her hair.

She looked very tired today. Judging by the way she was yawning throughout our drive to home, I knew it was better to not disturb her right now. Also, I needed to change as soon as possible.

I stepped inside the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water on my skin relaxed my muscles.

I wore a black fitted vest and loose black jogger. Prerna was still not back in the room when I returned.

Drying my hair with a towel, I walked to the balcony.

My stroll came to an abrupt halt and I paused at the threshold when I noticed her appearance.

She was leaning on the wall, wearing a dress that reached till her upper thighs, giving me an exceptional view of her beautiful legs.

She was holding a cigarette between her fingers, huffing clouds of smoke occasionally while looking at the view.

The sight was weirdly enticing and left me with my uncaged, wild thoughts that I had been trying hard to control.

I wanted to take things slow but how am I supposed to go slow when my wife looks like this.

And why the fuck would she wear something like this?!

She must have felt my eyes on her because she turned, and her eyes prisoned mine. She exhaled the smoke, watching me without any expressions.

She let her eyes wander on my wet hair locks and then down to my chest, arms, torso. A shadow of something dark danced in those beautiful orbs of her as she scanned my arms.

Before those eyes could go more down, I took a step toward her making her look back at my face.

Throwing the towel on the swing, I ran both my hands through my hair, pushing those wet strands behind. Prerna glanced at my arms that flexed at the movement.

I stopped in front of her, trapping her between me and the wall behind her.

We both watched each other. None of us was ready to break the eye contact that was growing intense with each passing second, but no one backed down.

Then, she placed the cigarette between her lips, dragged a puff and  huffed the smoke right on my face. I did not even blink when smoke clouded my vision. The smell of tobacco did not stir me at all.

Nothing could stir me when I was looking at her.

Her attempt of trying to make me break our shared eye-lock failed.

I rested my hand on the wall, right beside her head and my left hand found its way to her hip. I grazed my thumb on the soft, little piece of clothing she was wearing.

Getting no reaction from Prerna, I allowed my hand to move lower and subtly slip inside her dress.

We hadn't exchanged a single word yet and it only increased the undeniable tension between us.

Prerna crushed the cigarette on the railing boundary before slightly tilting her head. It felt like an invitation to do more and cross the invisible line between us.