𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞

•Chapter~51°

His expressions are always serious but I like how it softens slightly when he looks at me.

Like the way he looks at me differently from how he looks at everyone else.

Author's POV

In the dimly lit room filled with idle chatters and artificial laughter, a delicate drama unfolded, almost veiled to the untrained eyes.

She, with a stealth of shadow, stole glances which were quick, fleeting like the brush of a butterfly's wing against a flower- her entire being was wrapped in a delicate shroud of quietness but the furious red blush on her cheeks was narrating a different tale as if betraying her secret emotions.

He, on the other hand was boldness personified, his eyes where stars dared not to shine were holding only her in the midst of other women who were blessed with such gaze that could effortlessly lure away the heart of a man, of a lover who was already someone's else.

But Arjun Singhania wasn't a lover, he was a devotee, a devotee of his wife.

Who can spend lifetimes on his knees, worshipping her as his only salvation.

Worshipping her in a way that no God can ever forget. 

There was no hesitation in his eyes, no looking away.

Instead there was a deliberate intent, a silent promise that he was there to stay for her, always no matter if anything, anyone or even the world collided. 

How could he have foreseen that her smile would captivate him and his heart would be hers to keep?

Now, even 'Love' feels like a shallow label for the ocean of emotions he feels.

From where does he find the words to tell what she is to him but all he can explain;

When she's not near, he feels restless. But when she's by his side, everything feels right.

"I yearn for her, like an orphan yearns for a sense of belonging and I would never hesitate in ripping myself apart and stitching the pieces together, just to be worthy of her, no matter how vast the pain I've to endure."

Arjun for a beat shut his eyes and his wife was so deeply woven with his- that still he saw her, however on the next spur of the moment his thoughts drifted away when his PA along with new CMO interrupted for some crucial party logistics that required his attention.

On the spur of the moment when the party was winding down, his wife took cognizance of his eyes blazing with fury.

His Brunello Cucinelli suit seemed to mold to his body with every move, accentuating his athletic physique but anger etched on his face, illuminating the sharp planes and chiseled contours that made his beauty so sinful.

"Kaise nirlaj aadmi hai, bechare begunaah, nir-apraadh, abodh or bhole bhaale insaano pr apna atomic bomb mera matlab gussa nikaalte rehte hai."

She breathed these words quietly and slapped her forehead tenderly making the glass bangles jingling.

She glided towards him.