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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...
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CHAHAT VOHRA
I stood there, frozen, as Arsh's words hung in the air. "Take your clothes off!" he repeated, his voice low and husky. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his eyes bore into mine.
I had never seen him look at me like that before, with such intensity, such hunger. It's been four days since, I am showing him pictures of random shirtless men and praising them just to tease him and he has been controlling himself.
My breath hitched as I tried to process what was happening. Arsh's tone was commanding, but it was also... seductive. It was as if he was hypnotizing me, drawing me in with his words. I felt a spark ignite within me, a spark that threatened to consume me. Mann toh mera bhi hai vaise.
I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. "Do you want this beautiful dress to be ruined?" Arsh asked, his voice breaking into my thoughts. I looked at him, my eyes locking onto his, and shook my head again.
Arsh's gaze never wavered. "Then do what I said... like a good little wife." His words sent a thrill through me. Did he just call me a little wife? Little?
But I didn't have time to argue. Arsh's eyes were still fixed on me, burning with an intensity that made my skin prickle. I nodded, my eyes never leaving his.
I kicked off my shoes, and they landed with a soft thud under the dressing table.
Arsh folded his arms over his chest, his eyes fixed on me. He was wearing a black shirt, with light blue jeans, his sleeves rolled up, his watch shining in the dim light of the room. His brown eyes seemed to bore into my soul, waiting for me to... surrender.
As I grasped the edge of my stockings, my eyes remained fixed on Arsh, drinking in the sight of him. His rugged features, his piercing brown eyes, and his chiseled physique all combined to make him look utterly captivating.
