Tonight he is feeling surreal. A mission was accomplished, a privilege was attained and a secret was nurtured to see its revelation in the best form. He nudged the bedroom door and his eyes were delightful seeing someone whose presence here made him...
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"Wait."
She stopped in her tracks when Masab called from behind her. Andaleeb turned around and raised a brow. His gaze wandered over her full length. To irk him and his family, she had chosen a really skin-tight dress for this occasion. This body-hugging one-piece dress was looking breathtaking on her. Her every attractive curve became prominent by the way it was etched.
It was made of double georgette fabric with dark tones of purple violet dress, with an asymmetrical neckline, body-flattering silhouette, and off-shoulder sleeve look, giving her slim figure a much more beautiful look. The sight of her creamy shoulders made him restless and certainly that was the look which Masab only wanted to see himself.
His gorgeous wife and her beauty; only he was the sole owner of it in this world. Here he wouldn't mind appearing as a selfish, possessive jerk because, no doubt, this woman was the most beautiful wood man he ever saw in his life, and she was all his now.
"You are going to change this dress before going in front of everyone," he told her, jabbing both his hands in his pants pockets.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Do you listen loudly? I won't change anything. I won't mold myself into your ideal wife image."
"I don't want to mold you either. But if you will wear something like this in front of everyone, which I just want to savor for myself, I will object," he murmured truthfully.
She slightly laughed. "The people who steal others' things are always scared of others stealing their things in the future. This idiom fits perfectly on you. What do you think that someone will snatch me from you like you snatched me from Aurang? That will be perfect karma for you, and I am in wait for it impatiently."
Masab's eyes darkened and then he stormed towards her. He put his hands over her bare shoulders, his big hands almost impinging on her sensitive flesh, causing a groan to slip from her mouth. His touch always did the worst things to her. "Don't you dare say anything like this again? You are only mine. I dare anyone to even lay a single glance at you. I will pop out those eyes and burn the hell out of that person."
Andaleeb fluttered her eyelashes as she became numb to his words. Why did it feel so good to hear these possessive proclamations from him? She was becoming so twisted. She swallowed thickly but didn't break their intense eye contact. Masab's fingers covered her neck, slightly stroking there, and she momentarily closed her eyes in pleasure.
"You are so breathtaking. But a possessive bastard in me just wants to keep all of you to myself," he rasped, now caressing the bulges of her shoulder. "This dress is such a tease, but I only want you to wear it in front of me. Only I have a right to touch you." His hand reached her arm now, and he ran the back of his palm up and down over it, getting the reward of a melodious moan from her. "Only I can kiss you." His words were followed by an intense kiss over her mouth. "And only I can admire your beautiful body in these seductive sights, Andaleeb. You only belong to me." He moved his hand over her every attractive curve, and that affected her panting heavily.
