𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭

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Ho jogiya jog lagaa ke
Wakhra rog laga ke
Ishq kee dhuni rose jalaae
Uthta dhuaan to kaise chhupaae
Man mast magan man mast magan

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Author's POV

Akshita lounged lazily on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through her phone while her husband took what felt like an eternity in the shower. She glanced at the time and let out a loud sigh.

"Lagta hai trip khatam hone ke baad hi inka nahana khatam hoga," she muttered under her breath.

Getting up, she started checking their luggage, making sure they hadn't forgotten anything.

"Pichle janam mein pakka ladki honge, tabhi itna time lag raha hai! Humein kya? Late honge toh khud hi dekhen," she said to herself, opening the suitcase and inspecting their belongings.

Just then, the bathroom door creaked open and Avyay stepped out - sleek black trousers clinging to his legs, his upper half clad only in a snug vest. A towel hung loosely around his neck, and as he ruffled his wet hair, droplets scattered in the air.

Akshita's gaze instinctively shifted toward him. Her breath hitched. Her brain begged her to stop staring and look away, but her eyes betrayed her. His chiseled muscles and defined abs were on full display, veins tracing down his arms and neck, making him look nothing short of a Greek sculpture.

Avyay, now in front of the mirror, caught her staring. A smirk tugged at his lips as he turned to face her, mischief glinting in his eyes. With exaggerated drama, he threw his hands up to his chest in mock modesty.

"Chee! Aapko sharam nahi aati? Ek abla mard ko khule aam tadte hue?" he said, his voice dripping with fake innocence as he pretended to protect his "dignity."

Caught off guard, Akshita quickly looked away, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment.

"Aise toh mujhe Mard Helpline pe call karni padegi," he added, dramatically wiping away invisible tears.

Akshita rolled her eyes at his over-the-top theatrics. She knew exactly what he was doing.

"It's nothing like that. V-vo toh aapke chehre pe kuch laga tha... isliye dekh rahi thi," she stammered, clearly lying and avoiding eye contact.

"Haan, khoobsurti lagi hai," Avyay replied smugly, his confidence radiating from every inch of his posture.

Akshita scoffed and muttered under her breath, "In your dreams."

But he heard her.

"Aap kehna kya chahti hain? Main handsome nahi hoon?" he asked, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes at her.

"Yes," she replied flatly, focusing on folding the clothes.

"Yeah, right. Tabhi toh aapko mujhe ghoorne se fursat nahi milti," he teased, the smirk never leaving his face.

Akshita wanted nothing more than to wipe that irritating look off his face.

"Maana ki main aapka pati hoon, aur aapko haq hai mujhe ghoorne ka... par kam se kam meri izzat ka toh khayal rakhiye," he continued with faux seriousness.