The story is of two individuals Siddharth Khanna and Anusha Singh.
Both were gems to their parents, both spoiled, both stubborn, friends adored them and siblings love them.
Like something very unexpected happens whenever you were least expecting i...
Anusha was all dressed, wearing a black color dress that ends few inches above her ankle. Emphasizing her curves even more.
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I guess even my friends are going to drool over her.
Right now we are in a kitchen setting snacks for my friends. I can't help I was staring at her the whole time, I don't know why since from the morning I have a strong urge to pull her so close and kiss her feverishly.
"stop starring" she replied keeping a water bottle inside the fridge without meeting my eyes.
"I can't help it, someone is looking amazing. That I want to............" I started moving towards her.
She stood straight realizing me approaching her she turned and then looking into my eyes she blushed and turned her gaze down.
I moved more close to her, She was looking everywhere but me. I closed the distance separating us, her smell is intoxicating me I leaned down close to her lips,
"...to kiss her passionately" I completed my sentence.
I held her chin with my index finger, made her look at me and then started learning more close to her lips.
Ding Dong.
Yeah! I know I can't have her so easily.
You want me to quit...... but you have no idea you are messing with a wrong person.
"This must be them," I said looking at her. Which in reply she nodded innocently.
I chuckled.
I opened the door welcomed them all inside when Anusha came from the kitchen. She stood beside me smiling at everyone.
"Guys this is Anusha my dearest wife," I said pulling her in a side hug, which made her giggle.
"And Anusha this is..............."
Anusha's POV
Siddharth pulled me into a side hug. I know I was blushing but was feeling quite comfortable with him these days.
I don't know why but his touchiness was not bothering me at all. Actually it never really bothered me ever. I really liked it.
Really?
Moreover, it never affected me in a wrong way, he always gave me a strange feeling whenever he does anything like this.
But whenever he wants me to respond I'm confused and conscious how to do............. you know.
I don't know what is happening to me these days but this is something I'm enjoying right now. I really like what he's doing, I want him to continue.
This is all strange but overwhelming that I can't help it, but wait for his next move all the time.
Whenever we are close or he does anything I found myself admiring him. The emotion-filled up in his eyes when he looks at me is strange that I could never decipher.
