"From Rivals to Forever: A Journey of Love"

Chapter 74

Kabir's Perspective

I scooped her into my arms effortlessly, carrying her to the bathroom. She relaxed into me, her head resting on my shoulder as if she knew she was safe with me. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, but I focused on the task ahead, determined to take care of her.

Once in the bathroom, I set her down gently on the small stool by the shower. I reached for the showerhead, testing the water temperature before turning it on. The water cascaded down, warm and soothing, and I pulled her close again, guiding her under the stream. Her breath hitched as the water hit her skin, washing away the remnants of the pool and haldi, but it was the sight of her body—wet and glistening—that nearly undid me.

Carefully, I grabbed the loofah, squeezing some body wash onto it and working it into a lather. I started at her shoulders, gently scrubbing her skin, moving in slow, deliberate circles. The scent of jasmine filled the air, mixing with the steam from the hot water. My hands moved down her back, over her arms, down to her waist, where I lingered, my fingers brushing the curve of her hips.

She let out a soft moan, her head falling back as she leaned into my touch. Every sound she made sent a jolt of heat through my body, but I kept myself in check, knowing this moment was about her. Slowly, I worked my way down her legs, kneeling in front of her as I washed away the dirt and haldi that clung to her skin.

When I reached her thighs, my breath caught. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way she trembled slightly under my touch. My hands moved up, gently washing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, careful not to go too far, even though every part of me wanted to.

"Kabir..." she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and gratitude.

I looked up at her, my pulse racing. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted as she met my gaze. The sight of her—wet, vulnerable, and completely at my mercy—was enough to make me lose all sense of reason.

"I've got you," I murmured, leaning in to kiss her stomach, my lips trailing soft kisses across her wet skin.

Once I'd finished, I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with warmth and something deeper—something that made my chest tighten.

"You spoil me too much," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with affection.

I smiled, kissing her cheek. "I love spoiling you, Frosty."

I picked her up again, carrying her back into the bedroom. Once there, I set her down gently on the bed, reaching for a fresh towel to dry her off properly. My hands worked carefully, patting her skin dry, the intimacy of the moment making my heart race even faster.

After she was dry, I moved to the dresser, pulling out the yellow saree. "Let's get you into something dry," I said, my voice low as I unfolded the fabric. My fingers brushed the delicate silk, and I couldn't help but imagine how beautiful she'd look in it.

I helped her stand, guiding her to the mirror. First, I grabbed her undergarments, kneeling in front of her as I slid the fresh pair of panties up her legs. My fingers grazed her skin as I pulled them into place, teasing her ever so slightly with the briefest touch. She gasped softly, her hands gripping the edge of the dresser as I worked.

Next, I picked up her blouse, a soft yellow fabric that would complement the saree. I slid it over her shoulders, my hands moving behind her to fasten the hooks. My fingers brushed her skin as I worked, lingering longer than necessary on the delicate line of her back. I reached for the dori, pulling the strings tight and tying them into a neat bow, my knuckles grazing the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.