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𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐇𝐈 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋♡
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A beauty with brains and has a sassy attitude with a sunshine personality. At just the age of 21, she achieved success in the business field. Princess of Agarwals and...
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The first thing I felt was warmth.
Not from the sun or the sheets, but from him—tucked behind me like a shield.
Ruvit’s arm was still draped over my waist, the kind of hold that wasn’t demanding but absolute. Like even in sleep, he had no plans to let me go.
A soft, contented sigh escaped me, a sound I hadn't realized I was holding in until that very moment.
The familiar, intoxicating scent of him—woodsmoke and something uniquely Ruvit, a subtle spice—filled my senses, a comfort deep and familiar.
I stirred, turning slightly, careful not to wake him, only to find him already watching me.
His sleep-heavy eyes, dark and knowing, held a faint, amused curve to his lips.
His dark hair was charmingly rumpled, a stray strand falling across his forehead, and in the soft morning light, his gaze held a tenderness that made my breath catch.
“You’re staring.” I whispered, my voice thick with sleep.
“Just admiring the view,” He murmured, his thumb idly stroking the skin of my waist, “It’s significantly better than the ceiling.”
I snorted softly, a smile playing on my own lips, “Flatterer.”
“Only when it’s true.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me, “Morning, my princess.”
“Barely.” I countered, though the word was devoid of any real bite. I snuggled back against him, soaking in his warmth.
“I like barely,” He mused, his fingers gently tracing patterns on my hip, “Barely awake. Barely dressed.” His gaze held mine, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.
“Behave.” I warned, my cheeks feeling warm.
“I did. All night.” His hand slid an inch lower, teasing, his touch light as a feather but sending a delicious shiver through me, “Well… mostly.”
“Ruvit,” I breathed, half-warning, half-pleading.
“Hmm?” He hummed, his lips brushing against my neck.
“Let me do my morning routine in peace.”
He groaned, pressing his forehead against my neck in mock despair before finally, reluctantly, releasing me, “You always ruin the moment, Aridhi. Every single time.”
“Someone has to.” I shot back, already sliding out of bed, the cool air a sudden contrast to his warmth.
I tossed a glance back at him, and instantly regretted it.
His bare chest was tanned under the sunlight, and that goddamn adam’s apple never looked so sexy and tempting.
And those eyes—half-lidded, dark, smirking, promising all sorts of delightful trouble.
