"Lost in his love, she made him her world, where everything else faded into insignificance"
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Kriti Singhania, reluctantly returns to her homeland to fulfill her father's wish of becoming the CEO of his company. However, her life takes an unexpected...
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Author's POV~
Aayansh's voice cut through the air with a casual command. "Saree pehno."
Kriti froze, her brows knitting together as her eyes widened. "SAREE?" she scoffed, the disbelief clear in her tone, at his odd request. "I do not know how to wear a saree."
They were heading to a party for one of his clients, a big deal that Aayansh was closing.
He raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. "I'll try to help you"
Aayansh was already dressed in his usual style, a perfectly tailored suit that seemed to have been made just for him. As he adjusted his shirt, he casually unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing the toned body beneath.
Kriti grabbed a stunning maroon saree, paired with a sleeveless blouse adorned with sparkling beads and sequins.
After slipping into the shapewear and blouse, Kriti hesitated for a moment before calling out to him. "Aayansh."
He appeared at the door, his eyes scannimg her from head to toe, the gaze lingering just a little longer than necessary.
"Help me now," she quipped, trying to hide the flutter of nerves under the sharpness in her voice.
He stepped forward, his eyes never leaving hers. He took the saree from her hands.
He started by gently wrapping the fabric around her waist, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin as he secured the pleats.
Then, with careful hands, he draped the excess over her shoulder, leaning in a little too close.
Once Aayansh finished adjusting the pleats, he took a step back, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "You look," he complimented, his voice sincere, "Hot"
"Control yourself, Aayansh Malhotra," Kriti whispered, her voice soft but teasing as she felt the heat of his gaze trace every curve beneath the maroon saree.
She twirled slowly, gathering his attention deeply but as she stopped Aayansh took a step forward, his eyes darkening. His hands found her waist, and her back hit the cold wall.
He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear, "Kya Kriti?" each word dripping with desire, "Bold of you to assume, I can control after you look like this"
She whispered, almost breathlessly, "Aayansh, you'll ruin my saree."
His lips curled into a smirk, as if savoring the moment. His fingers, warm and deliberate, slid down the fabric of her saree, smoothing it out.
Ruining? I'll rip it apart without a second thought. The words surging in his mind.
She styled her hair into gentle waves, the strands falling effortlessly around her face, before applying a subtle touch of makeup.
