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"What are you doing here?" he asks me, his eyes raking over my drenched body and widening. Instantly, he opens the door further, allowing me to slip inside and grab a towel from somewhere, handing it to me.
My sobs may have taken a backseat f...
i’m not very well and there’s a lot going on. life hasn’t been treating me very well so, thank you for being patient. sincerest apologies for giving such late updates.
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I went from wanting to kill Amit with my bare hands to giving him a hug and a one thousand perfect bonus in his next cheque enough for him to live a lavish life without working a day in his life in zero point five millisecond.
The idea behind the content in all those videos was true; I was thinking about my beautiful wife-to-be but that didn’t mean I was okay with it being on broadcast for the world. That is, until I saw the huge grin on her face, her cheeks tinged red and eyes crinkled at creases as she chuckled softly, completely unaware of how pretty she looked.
Even now, as I climb under my blankets after showing her to her guestroom and bidding Anaya a goodnight without another kiss, which by the way, took all of the restraint I’ve ever practiced, I still can’t stop thinking about her.
She caught me completely off-guard. I was not expecting her to kiss me in front of all these people, much less after her monologue. In fact, I was about a million percent sure she was about to dump my pathetic ass and flee.
Things have never been as crazy as they were tonight.
After all the fun and party and taking pictures with our guests and greeting them, Papa had me and Anaya settled in our car as our driver drove us here and the moment we stepped into our apartment, all the facade was gone.
Anaya slipped back into her poker face, her entire body sagging with exhaustion and while I wanted to do nothing more than pin her to the wall and devour the shit out of her, I resisted.
It’s obvious the reason she kissed me was to prove something to the world and not because she actually wanted to.
The next time she kisses me will be because she’s admitted to wanting me, being with me and needing me like I do her.
Tonight was beautiful. It was one of the best days of my life and as I close my eyes with memories of Anaya and my family close to me, happy and laughing, I pledge to myself the upcoming days will be even better for all of us.
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I’m just taking the vessel off the gas when Anaya shuffles down the stairs. Her hair is in a messy bun above her head and she’s wearing a pink pyjama set with icecreams on them as she rubs her eyes.
When she looks at me, she smiles and yawns. “Good morning,” she murmurs, walking straight into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” I say, unable to take my eyes off her. Every time I look at her, I’m remined of her soft lips on mine and instantly, I’m reliving every single memory. The way she curved against me, how her body moulded against mine, the way she moaned into my mouth— yeah, you get the point. I clear my throat, almost one hundred percent sure I’ve turned the deepest shade of red so I turn away and pretend to look for something in the lower cabinets.
