THE RATHORE BHAWAN - Qasoor Mohabbat Ka

CH-19 ||Pyaar||❤️

         Zeher vekh ke peeta,te ki peeta

         Ishq soch ke keeta,te ki keeta

         Dil de ke dil lain di aas rakhi
         Ve bulleya

         Pyar vi laalach naal keeta,te ki keeta

                              ~SIYA~

I observed Banna and Aishwarya were
dancing as I stood here with my lovely husband introducing me to his clients and family friends.

My cheeks hurt from smiling at every guest that I have been acquainted as The elder daughter in law of the house.
While my husband kept the guest occupied with his boring talks about 'cruelty free business' and 'significance of charity' I helped myself with a drink , and the performance of the newly weds,who are constantly whispering to each other.

Seems like Banna has messed up again.

I turned to have a good look at my handsome husband who was looking too tempting and delicious to resist.

Hey Mahadev.
I am ovulating and this man looking like a proper main course meal in the beige kurta and a turban wasn't helping in keeping me sane.

I want to ask him to dance so that I could bag a chance to be close to him, all by myself ,inhale his cologne,stare in his brown orbs, rub my palms all over his chest and back as he holds me tight by my waist ,twirls me around and whispers melodies in my ears and...
Fuck Siya...you sound like a pervert.

I mentally facepalmed myself at my wild imagination but too soon to say...I actually felt a hand intertwining with mine and by the warmth of his hand I could identify him to be my husband.

He's always so hot.I mean ....not like "Hot" hot...well that too...but his hands are always so warm even in this freezing cold weather.

Tired ?
He asked in his manly voice rubbing my hands that were cold as a penguin feet ,with his warm ones.

I hummed and slightly leaned onto his side for support when I my gaze fell on a lady probably in her early thirties,almost Yuvaraj's age approaching us.

She was wearing a golden shimmery saree with a sleeveless blouse, smokey eyeshadow adorning her eyes with dark brown lipstick on her lips.A tattoo
just below her shoulder blade and another one on the visible part of her zero figure waist and the least to say she looked ethereal....like a literal gilded goddess.

I felt Yuvaraj murmuring something under his breath as he caught the sight of the lady and turned to me with a non chalant whisper.

If she asks for a dance with me,please refuse.

I frowned as I almost couldn't understand his words due to the speed,but he turned around quickly as we felt her presence behind us.

Hiii....Raghav....
She forwarded her hand for a shake and Yuvaraj's expression changed to a gentle smile.

Hi Aditi
She hugged him abruptly and Yuvaraj awkwardly squirmed in her embrace.

Long time no see....han
You've become a big businessman after all.
She said earning a small chuckle from him.

He scratched the back of his neck and I watched him intently.

Umm...did you meet my wife ?
He immediately changed the topic and snaked his hand around my waist pulling me closer.

Siya Singh Ranawat.
If he were a character of my books he would have said-
"Meet Mrs Siya Raghav Raj Singh Rathore"
But this man is ignorant of the word 'possessiveness'.