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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...
Sorry for updating late again, was busy writing the prologue for TOGETHER BY CHANCE
I updated it already along with the new Aesthetics kindly vote and comment on that as well.
Also, my right hand got hurt badly so....I hope you understand.
In short bolu toh tumhari bechari author mahine ke 25 din bimar rehti hai.
Main agar kuch karne ka thaan lu toh puri kaynaat mujhe sulaane ki saazish mein lag jati hai 😭😭
Also, here we go with this one.
Let's begin,
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AAKARSH VOHRA
As the morning light peeked through the windows, I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. My gaze fell upon Chahat, my beautiful wife, who lay sleeping peacefully on my chest. Her small hands were wrapped around my torso, holding me close, as if she never wanted to let me go.
As I looked at her serene face, memories of our intimate night flooded my mind. I recalled the way she had responded to my touch, the way our bodies had moved in perfect harmony, and the way our love had been consummated in a passionate and tender union.
A soft blush coated my cheeks as I remembered the intensity of our love-making. I felt a surge of emotions - love, desire, and adoration - all mixed together, making my heart swell with affection for this beautiful woman, my wife.
I gently caressed Chahat's hair, my fingers tracing the soft strands as they cascaded down her back. Her hair felt like silk beneath my touch, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of connection to her.
As I continued to gaze at Chahat, I felt grateful for this moment, for the love we shared, and for the life we were building together. I knew that I would do anything to make her happy, to protect her, and to love her with all my heart.
In this quiet morning moment, surrounded by the warmth of our bed and the gentle light of dawn, I felt truly alive, truly happy, and truly in love.
As I wrapped my arms around Chahat, holding her close, she whispered with her eyes still closed, "I love you, Arsh." Her voice was barely audible, but it sent shivers down my spine.
I smiled, my heart overflowing with love for this beautiful woman. "I love you too, Chahat. I love you so damn much," I replied, my voice filled with emotion. I gently kissed the top of her head, feeling her soft hair beneath my lips.
