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CHAHAT MEHRA is a 25-year-old woman living in the fast-paced city of Delhi. She seems strong and independent, building a life on her own, but beneath the surface, she carries deep emotional pain. Losing her...
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Chahat's POV:
I was sleeping peacefully but then sunlight started falling directly on my face and I groaned in my sleep, before opening my eyes slowly.
The moment I opened my eyes, I squeezed them shut again in the next moment. I rubbed my eyes before opening them again just to make sure that what I was looking at was not a dream.
I saw him, standing in front of the mirror, he was drying his not so wet hair, his back was facing me while he was just in a towel.
I wasn't sure if, I have actually woken up or it's just a dream, I used to see this kind of view in my dreams with my imaginary man whose face I could never see but today the view in front of my eyes was real. Indeed a beautiful yet sexy morning.
Looking at his bare back, A few drops of water slipping down from his hair was making it's way from his back to his....lower back. I am wondering how would his back look when I will dig my nails into it. When there will be multiple scratches of my nails on it.Oops. Fuck. Damn it. What the fuck am I thinking. It's going to be reality anways. The person in front of me is soon to be my dear husband.
I kept gawking at him like a road side loafer, his face was not in my direction so I thought he doesn't have any idea about this but I came out of my misconception as soon as he started humming on the song.
Aise na mujhe tum dekho.. Seene se laga loonga...
Tumko main chura lunga tumse... Dil mein chhupa loonga...
I quickly covered my face with the comforter, the realisation hit me that even if his face wasn't in my direction but he was looking into the mirror and my image with an open mouth, wide eyes, stuck on his bare body was definitely showing there.
I was completely hidden under the comforter when I heard a thud sound of the door getting opened and then closed. Did he leave? Maybe he did.
I pulled the comforter down my face only to see him standing in front of me with his arms folded on his chest, blocking the proper view to his chest, his face had a morning glow, I found him looking at me with his deep brown eyes. Okay so he made those doors sound purposely.
