𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

{43}•ᴀ ᴡᴇᴛ ʜᴏʟɪ•(🌶️)

Aye lahu munh lag gaya
Labon ke chhoone se
Khwabon ke kone se
Bachke sab se lab se lab
Ye rag se rag gaya

ANIRUDH

The tension in the room thickened as she glared at me, her eyes full of shyness and hesitation. I could feel her nervousness as she stood there, unsure whether she should speak, yet her gaze never wavered from mine.

I couldn't resist. My hands reached out, cupping her delicate cheeks, and I gently pressed them together, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Her skin felt warm under my touch, and the softness of her features made my heart skip a beat.

"Will you remove it for me, my little wife?" I asked, my voice low, teasing, yet filled with something deeper. I couldn't stop myself from enjoying how she responded to me, how she made me feel powerful and adored at the same time.

Her nose scrunched in the cutest way as she slowly looked down, unable to meet my gaze. Her cheeks flushed with the most adorable shade of red, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Awe, my little angel is shy," I murmured, my heart swelling at how endearing she was. I knew it was all part of her charm-how she could be so confident in some moments, yet completely vulnerable in others.

I gently pulled her into my lap, my hands finding her bare waist as I held her close, the warmth of her body against mine sending waves of desire through me. She stayed still for a moment, deep in thought, her mind clearly racing as if she were deciding something important.

Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet mine, her eyes still filled with uncertainty, but there was something else there too-a sense of trust. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "Ok-okay..."

My heart clenched at her words. I held her tighter, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and possessiveness wash over me. She was mine, and in this moment, everything else faded away.

As she slowly untied the dori of her lehenga blouse, the intricate knot giving way to her gentle touch, I could feel my breath catching in my throat. The room was filled with the soft rustling of fabric as she carefully unwrapped the dori.

Each movement was deliberate yet hesitant, her fingers trembling as she worked the knot loose. The dori slipped through her hands, the fabric of her blouse beginning to loosen. I watched, mesmerized, as she revealed more of her smooth, creamy skin inch by inch.

She slowly slid the blouse off her shoulders, the brightly colored fabric slipping down her arms, revealing the thin white bra beneath. Her movements were shy, almost reluctant, like she was unveiling a secret she wasn't sure she should share.

Her blush deepened as she let the blouse fall away completely, leaving her upper body clad only in the thin, delicate fabric of her bra. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, a protective gesture mingling with embarrassment and shy awakening desire.

Seeing her innocence mixed with vulnerability, something inside me melted. Instead of immediately moving for more, I caught her wrists gently, stopping her from covering herself completely. With a soft smile, I began kissing her cheeks - first one, then the other - each kiss gentle enough to tickle.

"Baby," I murmured softly, kissing her forehead tenderly. "I know you're shy," another quick peck on her nose, "But tell me something," I pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, "Am I your husband, or not?" My voice was low, almost teasing.

Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, and she bit her lower lip nervously, avoiding my gaze. "You're... you're my husband," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I chuckled softly, finding her shyness incredibly endearing.