His undeniable obsession

PART 33

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Author's pov :-

" Sweetheart how much time you need. We are getting late" Reyansh asked to Aria who is inside the closet for the last 30 minutes. They are going for dinner tonight and Reyansh is already ready. He is looking devilishly handsome in his black shirt and pants with a black coat. Hairs perfectly gelled. His sharp features enhancing his appearance more and specially his dark kohl eyes which is filled with love and admiration for his sweetheart who is now making him wait impatiently.

He was continuously waiting for Aria when the door clicked open and she step out. Draped in a beautiful white saree which is shimmering under the lights. Soft waves of her hair falling from her shoulder to her waist. Minimal makeup enhancing her soft features more. Red lipstick on her plump lips, eyes adorned with kohl and her bangles claded wrist add stars in her beauty.

Reyansh 's mouth is wide agape looking at the beauty in front of him. Unknowingly he placed his hand on his chest where his heart is thumping loudly. Seeing him this mesmerized, her cheeks burned with a dark blush. She cleared her throat snapping him out of his lala land. She stepped forward.

" Kaisi lag rahi hu?" she asked shyly.
( How am I looking?)

" Bilkul meri lag rhi ho" he said dreamingly. His eyes not leaving hers even for a second.

Then something clicked his mind and he stormed to the closet. She stood there, confusion lacing her features.

" Ansh, what happened?" She asked.

" Just a second sweetheart " he shouted from the other end.

After some minutes he emerged, now his black shirt is replaced by white shirt, twinning with her saree. Her gaze softened looking at him.

" Or ab mai bilkul tumhara lag rha hu" he said.
( And now I'm looking like yours)

" Just mine" she said. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer. Their faces inches apart.

" You should keep your lipstick with you. You must need it because after looking at you, I don't think that I will be able to keep my hands and lips to myself" he whispered huskily inhaling her fragrance.

" Don't worry, it's smudge proof" she whispered shyly.

" Impressive wifey. But we should check it before" he said and before she could register his words, his lips crashed into hers. Their lips meeting in a soft, slow, passionate kiss. Her hands threading in his hairs. His hands trailed from her waist to her ass as he squeezed them earning a gasp from her. His tongue collide with hers. They suck moisture from each other. After some time, when their lungs cried for air, they broke the kiss.