Anuseena ----- Yaaram

9: Muskan

The story starts where we left

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Like a butterfly effect, the love she had suppressed within herself for so long finally found its way out, unleashed and undeniable.

She didn't know exactly what was going through her husband's mind, but one thing she was sure of that he wanted her. More than that, he liked her. Maybe even more than liked, though she knew he wouldn't admit it anytime soon.

For now, she decided to savor the moment they were sharing, letting the future unfold as it may.

Both of them lay on the bed, facing each other, gentle expressions softening their features.

He unintentionally rubs his thumb over the mole on her face, and she leans into his touch, her eyes sparkling with the realization that he is finally starting to accept her love.

"Hum change karke aate hain," she says, realizing she is still in the dress she wore to the function. But before she can move, he stops her, gently pulling her wrist.

She stumbles back onto the bed, her upper body falling onto him this time.

Turning to face him, she sees him reach out and tenderly tuck her wayward hair behind her ear.

"Abhi change mat kariyega," he says softly.

"Par abhi humein uljhan ho rahi hai in kapdon se," she said, adjusting her royal blue silk sharara paired with a delicate net dupatta. After their reception, it was the first time she wore something so traditional in front of him.

His hand, slow and deliberate, crept onto her bare waist. "Humne aapko dekhna hai," he whispered in her ear, which sent a shiver down her spine.

She visibly shuddered at the simplicity of his touch and his words.

"Kyun dekhna hai?" Her voice deepened, her eyes locking onto his. Her hand reached up to his neck, and he smiled softly.

"Nahi, bas in vastron mein..." He began, but she cut him off with a playful smirk. "Bohot hot lag rahe the?" she teased with a wink.

He shook his head gently, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Bohot sundar lag rahi hain," he murmured, his calloused fingers lightly tapping on her waist. This time, the sensation was more intense, sending waves of warmth through her body.

"Toh subah kyun nahi kaha?" she asked, trying to suppress the growing desire his touch had ignited within her. He, on the other hand, seemed blissfully unaware of the effect he was having on her.

"Woh... humein laga aap humse naraz hongi," he admitted, averting his gaze and fumbling slightly. "Woh humne aap...ka..." He gulped, his words trailing off nervously.

She smiled widely, a mischievous glint shining in her eyes. "Aap ne humara shukriya sahi se nahi kiya?"

He looked at her face, then gulped again as he realized their position. She was half-lying on him, one of his arms securing her balance while the other rested lightly on her back.

They were close enough to be simultaneously aware and unaware of where their bodies touched.

"Anubhav..." she whispered softly, her tone betraying none of the growing desire she felt for him.

His fingers were now on the side of her waist, his touch feather-light, sending waves of unfamiliar sensations coursing through her.

Yes, she had been in relationships before, but those had been in her younger years when she was still exploring what she wanted. She remembered the words her mother had once told her: