𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑨: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐞 - Yours With All My Heart

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BONDITA

I could feel my heart racing, the embarrassment crawling up my neck, but I refused to back down. His voice hit me like a bolt of lightning.

"You're not wearing a fucking bra, butterfly?"

The words were harsh, and yet they sent a shiver through me. I bit my lips, my gaze dropping to the floor, trying to avoid his penetrating stare.

"You were going here and there without a bra?" His voice rang out again, and I could feel the heat creeping onto my face. Uff, this was so embarrassing! How could he point that out so bluntly?

But I wasn't one to just stay silent. I glared at him, my anger bubbling up, and shot back, "Aapki wajhse!"

(Because of you)

His brow furrowed, and he looked at me like I had just spoken some foreign language. "Meri wajhse kya?"

(What, because of me?)

I could feel the frustration rising in me. How could he not know? Didn't he remember? I pouted angrily, pointing my finger at him in mock exasperation, "Areee! Kitne bhoole ho aap? Dekho toh chehra bhi kitna massoom hai!"

(How forgetful are you? Look at your face, it's so innocent!)

It was a weak attempt to divert the conversation, but damn, the heat in my cheeks didn't seem to ease. I tried to maintain some composure, but his presence was too much. His aura, his questions... they all made it impossible to be calm around him.

I huffed, biting my lip as my eyes flickered to the floor, trying to steady my racing heart. I blinked twice, gathering the courage to whisper, "Uhm... see yourself why I'm not wearing that."

His jaw clenched immediately, a visible muscle twitching as he held back whatever emotion threatened to break through. I couldn't help but watch the movement of his Adam's apple as it bobbed down. Ouch, it looked so damn hot. Hayee, main mar jaaun! My heart did a somersault in my chest, and for a second, I could hardly breathe.

But I wasn't done.

With a quick glance at him, my words slipped out before I could stop them, "Re-remove my blouse!"

The tension in the room thickened, and I could feel every nerve in my body tingle with both excitement and the nerve-wracking anticipation of what would happen next.

What had I just said?

His eyes widened in surprise, and for a brief moment, I felt a rush of power. But then that slow, wicked smile spread across his face, and I knew I had unleashed something dangerous.

He took a step closer, his tall frame towering over me, closing the gap between us. The air around us thickened, and I could feel the heat rising in my body, the tension so palpable I could almost taste it.

"You want me to remove your blouse, butterfly?" His voice was so low, so husky, it sent shivers down my spine.

"Haa-haan! Remove it!" My voice was a mixture of defiance and desire, my breath catching in my throat as I held my ground.

He stepped even closer, his hands moving to the pin holding my sari pallu in place. I bit my lips hard, my gaze locked with his, refusing to look away. There was something magnetic about the way he stared at me, as though he could read every thought that raced through my mind.

I felt exposed, but in a way I couldn't explain, I wanted it.

With a single flick of his fingers, the sari pallu fell open, revealing the pink blouse beneath. His eyes lingered on the fabric, tracing the outline of my curves, his pupils darkening with desire. I could see the muscle in his jaw clenching as he fought to control himself.