"Am I hurting you Mishti? Does it hurt?"
He whispered against her lips and dug his nails deep into her waist by tightly clutching her close to him. She hissed in pain but her eyes never him thinking deeply about him and how a person change this much...
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The sun was just beginning its descent, casting the sky in hues of pink and orange, painting the horizon with a warmth that seemed to mirror Hriday's thoughts.
They had found a quiet spot in their farmhouse which is located on the outskirts of the city, a place where the world felt distant and time seemed to slow.
The soft, evening breeze carried the faint scent of flowers from the garden below, weaving through the air as the day exhaled into night.
Anjana stood near the small pond feeding food to the fishes in it, her bottle-green saree fluttering slightly in the wind, its deep, rich color a stark contrast against the dying light.
The fabric clung gracefully to her frame, accentuating her curves, as the golden rays from the setting sun seemed to caress her skin, making her glow like a goddess descending to earth. Hriday couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.
She looked ethereal, otherworldly, her beauty more intense in the fleeting dusk. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and as she turned slightly to face him, a few strands brushed across her face.
He watched, entranced, as she absently tucked the stray hair behind her ear, the simple gesture sending his heart racing.
“Hriday?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, but it broke through the trance he was in. She smiled, that teasing smile she knew drove him crazy, the one that made her lips curve just slightly at the corners.
“Yes?” he replied, though his voice caught in his throat. His breath was shallow as if he feared any sudden movement or sound would break the magic of this moment.
“Stop! You’ve been staring,” she pointed out, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
He let out a soft chuckle, stepping closer to her. “Can you blame me?” His voice was low, husky with admiration. “You… you look like something out of a dream tonight, Mishti.”
She rolled her eyes playfully, but there was a faint blush on her cheeks, noticeable even in the dimming light. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Raja Sahab,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction. She could feel the intensity of his gaze, and it sent a warm shiver down her spine.
“I’m not flattering, Rani Sahiba,” he said, his eyes trailing from the curve of her jaw down to her lips, and then lower, following the lines of her saree. “It’s the truth.” He stepped closer still until he was just a breath away from her. He reached out, gently lifting her chin so that she would meet his gaze.
His thumb grazed her skin, his touch was feather-light. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look in this light? The sun has nothing on you, Mrs. Rajvansh.”
