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Autho'r pov~~
He opened the car door for her, watching as she slid into her seat. Once he was inside, he leaned back, a playful grin on his face.
"Let's go out," he declared.
She turned to him with a teasing smile. "Aren't you worried about being late for the office?"
He chuckled, "I'm the boss, Pearl."
Her laughter filled the car, brightening the atmosphere. "So, flaunting your 'CEO-ness' now, are we?"
"Absolutely," he replied.
She shook her head, unable to suppress her giggles. "You're impossible!"
He leaned closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Impossible and irresistible." He shot her a wink that made her heart race.
With a shared glance, he started the car, pulling away from the curb.
Kashvi's pov~~
As he drove, the rhythmic hum of the car engine filled the silence, but my mind wandered. I found myself stealing glances at him, captivated by the way the sunlight danced across his features.
Look at him, I thought, my heart skipping a beat. With that jawline, he could easily be a model. And those eyes-like deep pools of mystery. What is it about him that pulls me in so effortlessly?
I watched as he focused on the road, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. He's handsome, no doubt about it. But there's something more. The way he carries himself, the confidence-he's so different.
I bit my lip, unable to resist the urge to admire him further. Is it crazy that I feel this way? Just being near him makes me feel alive. It's like he brings out a side of me I didn't know existed.
His grip tightened on the steering wheel, and for a moment, I imagined what it would be like to lean in closer, to brush my fingers against his cheek. Stop it, kashvi, I chided myself playfully. You can't just daydream about your husband like this!
But the thought lingered, making my cheeks flush. What if I just told him how I feel? Would he even understand? Does he feel the same way?
I shook my head, pushing the thoughts aside, but my gaze lingered on him. I wonder what he's thinking. Is he even aware of how breathtaking he looks?
With a sigh, I leaned back in my seat, a small smile playing on my lips. I could get used to this-driving around with him, stealing glances, feeling this connection. Maybe being bored isn't so bad when he's around.
His voice broke through my thoughts. "What's with that smile?"
I quickly turned my gaze out the window, trying to hide my amusement. "Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the view."
