#𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌-1 𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝒀
"𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞" he asked joining their foreheads.
She closed her eyes, tears escaped her eyes as she whispered "𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮"
"𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲...
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AARIZS POV
As I drew closer to her lips, my breath mingled with hers, our lips just centimetres apart, and her breath fanning on my lips.
But suddenly I heard a sudden crack of thunder from the sky.
The sound jolted me back to reality, and before I could process what was happening, Saira's eyes flew open, wide with surprise. In a swift motion, she pushed me away, breaking the spell that had woven itself around us.
We stood there, still in the water, our breaths ragged, our hearts racing.
The sky above us rumbled with the promise of a storm, but all I could think about was the way she had looked at me, the way she had felt in my arms.
Saira was the first to break the silence, her voice shaky but firm. "Tum... you should really learn to behave," she stammered, turning away from me, her face flushed and her cheeks showed Deep Red hue.
I smiled at her reaction, though my heart was still pounding from the closeness we had just shared.
She might have pushed me away, but I knew that something had changed between us—something that neither of us could ignore anymore.
Another thunderstorm jolted from the sky, and Saira swiftly emerged from the pool, standing beneath the open sky with a radiant smile that seemed to light up the rainy night.
Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of delight and mischief, as if she was embracing the storm itself.
Ek hoti hai wo ladkiya jo aise mauke par apne partner ke gale lag jaati hai dar se, or ek hai meri biwi jise khushi ho rahi.
She is totally different!
Not just in this way but many more.
As soon as I stepped out of the pool, the heavens opened up, unleashing a torrential downpour. The rain fell in heavy sheets, punctuated by flashes of lightning and peals of thunder.
Yet, Saira stood there, with a carefree smile.
She was looking breathtaking hot and angelic in that black saree. No makeup, nothing just her natural smile, her wet hair, her saree perfectly sticking to her every curve.
With a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, I moved towards a nearby shed for some cover and called out, "Saira, come here or else you will catch a cold!"
She glanced over at me, her hair plastered to her face and her saree shimmering with the rain. "I don't care. You go, I'll come later."
I shook my head, amused and a bit concerned. I walked back towards her, positioning myself in front of her with my hands firmly planted on my torso. "You won't come?"
She shook her head resolutely. "No, I'll come after sometime."
I reached out, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her close. She gasped at the sudden contact, her body pressed against mine. I spoke in a low, intimidating tone, "Come down with me, or you'll really regret it. Because your look and hotness is not helping me to keep my control"
Fear flickered in her eyes for a brief moment, and she tried to wriggle free from my grip. But I held her bare waist firmly, unwilling to let go.
As the storm roared around us, the music from her mobile, now set up under the shed, began to play a soft, haunting melody.
The song 'Bheegi Bheegi Raaton Mein' filled the air, its romantic strains weaving through the sound of the rain.
Under the heavy downpour, Saira and I moved closer together, the rain soaking us both.
I took her hand gently, guiding her to me. As our bodies pressed together, I could feel the warmth from her skin despite the cold rain.
Her saree clung to her curves, and her wet hair framed her face in a way that made her look both stunning and ethereal.
We began to dance slowly, our movements in sync with the soft music. Her hand rested lightly on my shoulder, and I held her waist firmly, feeling her body respond to my touch.
The rain cascaded down, creating a shimmering veil around us, adding to the magic of the moment.
With each step, we drew closer, the intimacy of the dance reflected in our closeness. Her eyes were locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of joy and intensity.
As we moved together, I traced my fingers lightly along her back, feeling the wet fabric of her saree and the warmth of her skin underneath.
Our foreheads touched, and I could feel her breath mingling with mine.
