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Chapter 42 | old wounds

"I am definitely rubbing off on you."

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"Heer, Advi, what's taking you girls so long?" Kabir asked as he barged into his room where the mother daughter duo had been since almost an hour. He looked at his daughter standing on the bed dressed in a baby pink lehenga. Her little hands were raised and she was looking at the fan while trying to blow on the back of her palms.

"Advi, what are you up to?"

"I am trying to dry the nail polish," she answered analyzing her nails.

Kabir's lips curled up and he turned to find the mother before the mirror. She was applying lipstick. He took opportunity of her lack of attention on him to check out the beauty at display. The soft material of the saree was wrapped around the frame. She stood leaning forward towards he mirror to have a closer look on her lips which caused her hips to curve outward. Kabir blinked after taking a good number of seconds to stare at that round curve. Heer was definitely a sexy woman. The fact that they hadn't had sex since past four days was totally reflecting in his thoughts. 

"How do I look?" Heer asked turning towards the man she had given her heart to, only after making sure the deep red lipstick was coated evenly on her lips.

"Nice," he uttered, taking a good look at the front profile. He loved how the deep green color made her skin appear strikingly fair and tempting. The pallu of the saree was elegantly put over her shoulder and hung down her arm. The deep red blouse with short sleeves looked gorgeous, and flaunted her toned arms.

"Seriously? Just nice?" She asked twirling around.

"Paa, she looks utterly-glittery-pretty!" Advika spoke up from behind. 

Kabir was too busy digesting the sight of skin the big round cut of the blouse beautifully displayed. 

Heer raised her eyebrows questioning him. He glanced at Advika and when he was sure she wasn't looking he leaned forward and left a peck on her lips, "beautiful!" He whispered. And then there it was again, the blush on her face like the fresh blossoms of rose gardens. It was endearing how little gestures had a bigger effect on her. 

Over the time he had spent with Heer, he had learned that Heer was a bold woman but so fragile. She was a pack of surprises. She would blush at the smallest compliments and take the lead like a boss when it came to talking dirty. Small gestures made her smile instantly. Little things mattered to her. Kabir was enjoying every little part of knowing the real Heer. 

"Mom, can I touch to see if it's dry now?" Advika's voice broke their eye lock. 

Heer moved past him smiling. "Let me see." 

"Girls, you both need to come down. Mom has been worrying about the pooja delaying and not happening by auspicious time." Kabir spoke looking as Heer blew over Advika's nails, closely analyzing them. 

"Yes, we are done!" Heer replied looking at Advika approvingly. 

"You look ah-ma-zing!" Heer exclaimed animatedly and Advika giggled squealing a you too. Kabir looked on with a wide smile when his daughter kissed Heer's cheek and Heer quickly returned it with love.

"And I feel left out," he spoke making a face walking towards the bed while the two giggled looking at him. The two shared a look and then turned to him.

"Papa, take a chill pill!" Both exclaimed in unison and then broke into giggles. Kabir put one arm around Advik and the other on Heer's waist. 

"I need a group hug!" He spoke and the two readily moved closer. His eyes met Heer's, he mouthed a thank-you. Breaking the hug Kabir effortlessly carried Advika in his arms. "Let's go, princess!" He spoke kissing her cheek.