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The next morning She gasped with the feel of warm water touching her skin, the real reason was her marks were burning but soothed too. Marks, yes marks, first was that at the junction of her shoulder and neck and the other was on her heart, literally on her heart, just above her left breast. She blushed at the way her body felt. It felt renewed, honestly.
Yesterday! She sighed at the events happened.
He exhausted her. Exhausted! Not physically but mentally, maybe physically too, she thought flushing on her own. He didn't let her do anything the whole day. From breakfast to lunch
she was just sitting there and watching him do everything. Thinking of the lunch her mind drifted back to previous noon.
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he made her sit on the kitchen counter while he prepared the lunch.
She was like a tomato blushing all the time looking at her handsome husband shifting around the kitchen while she was just sitting there munching of haldiram. His strict orders that she'd just help him when he'd ask that's it.
She was wearing a shirt and pajama and he to was wearing his casuals.
The morning was lazy followed by a lazy late morning just lazing around the longue
After the lunch they both again lazed on the longue, he locked her in his arms and was all the way charming her by telling her few behind the scenes of some of his famous movies.
She felt that like a dream. He was telling her about the classics and she was no more his wife then, she was a fan, a die hard fan of his who listened with uttermost devotion.
Karan was actually happy telling her these things. He felt like a normal husband telling his wife day to day activities, these were the things he wanted to share then but was all alone. The past did haunt him. The times when he was getting hits after hits but no one to celebrate with! The success parties never held their charm but telling her these things happened past a decade now, still felt much better, best.
'She is the one' he smiled at the way her eyes were glued to him while he talked most of the time. For the first time he was proud of the mishap he did while drunk. He couldn't have found her himself but somehow he felt it to be a blessing of his parents.
"I haven't told these things to radhika too" he held her gaze, "she was never here to share these things" his eyes watered and immediately her hand raised to cup his cheek before he cried but he wont she knew. She stretched her neck up and pressed her lips longingly at the side of lips.
"I wonder why Palash entered my life" she talked finally "But now I know why" she held his gaze and that was it, she didn't had to say anything, his eyes shone in pride and warmth before he closed them and leaned into her leaning both of them on the lounger for a soft kiss.
Their lips matted while his hands travelled on her waist holding her shivering state stable.
"Am I succeeding?" He winked at her resting his weight on his elbow still half towering her. She knew he was talking about the process of him making her fall for him.
She bit her lip suppressing a blush "you are doing good enough"
"accha!" He raised a brow tickling her. "Nooo!" She snapped trying to save her from his tickles but he giggled with the sound of her laughs. She is ticklish and he knew it.
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His hand slid down her arm towards her waist, he tugged her shirt a little and hooked his fingers inside touching her bare waist, she hissed a gasp. He was nuzzling her neck and was pulling her shirt up. Her breathe gave up when his hand came brushing her breast. His fingers worked around her buttons undoing them. His lips grazed her chin and jaw line.
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