Perennial Love

51. Living the dream

A/N

Hello people!

I am extremely sorry for not updating this Sunday. Actually had been busy with an art project from few weeks so got no time to write anything at all. The submission was on Saturday, so had to leave everything and do just that! And after the submission, obviously you all know the tiredness of no proper sleep and food for days that follows...

So here is the next update! Do enjoy and comment!

Happy reading!

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Swayam's POV

"Are all the arrangements done? What about the bouquets for the chief guests?" I heard her and turned around buttoning up my suit. She held her mobile between her shoulder and ear, forwarding her hand to take her outfit for today. Today was the day of our very first event. I remember the first day I met Pia and was laughing at my fate to have sent a look alike of my Sharon for her dream project but time plays strange games and here she is, my Sharon, working for her forgotten dream with full passion even though as Pia. Last week, I was not surprised seeing Pia work so efficiently. She had planned everything properly and nothing was left for last moment urgency except the ones that are to be done in the last itself. I could see the passion in her eyes while working and I could ask for nothing else from god.

"Okay good. Check everything once again." I was brought of my trance by her voice and noticed that she was finding it difficult to reach out for the hangers with her one hand. She was still standing in her bathrobe and trying to remove her clothes from the wardrobe. I walked upto her and stood behind her to which she went stiff. I saw her holding a dark blue saree from beneath and I removed it for her, easily.

"I will be there soon." She spoke into the phone and cut the call. She took the saree from my hand and started to push me out of the closet.

"Hey! I-" I was cut by the door slamming shut on my face. I blinked a few times to register what happened. Did she just put me out of my own closet? I huffed and sat on the couch. I am still yet to wear my tie and comb my hair. I sighed looking at the shut door and took my laptop, sending a few important mails to my PA in the meantime.

I heard a low click of the lock and I shut the laptop, making my way towards it. I slowly slid it open only to get enchanted by her beauty. I walked in further, my eyes not leaving her at all. She looked ethereal in her dark blue saree which hugged her curves very decently. I stopped behind her in the mirror and her one look made my heart skip a beat. Before I could register what I was doing, my legs automatically took steps towards her to stand right in front of her back and I slid my hand across her bare waist. I could feel her shiver.

"Swa... Swayam." She stuttered, while she froze wearing her earring. I just hummed in response, nuzzling my nose in her hairs.

"I... I am getting late." She whispered and I felt her hand above mine which was around her waist. I leaned down a little and kissed her earlobe.

"You look breathtaking." I whispered in her ear and looked at her through the mirror, to see her blushing beet red and looking right back at me. Breathtaking was an understatement. A saree on my Sharon was always my weakness.

"Scratch that, you look so freaking sexy and hot right now." I whispered huskily in her ears again to which her eyes grew wide and she freed herself from my grip in a second but I was quick enough to hold her wrist and pull her back again, this time facing her in the front. She gasped and placed her hand on my chest as an impulse to the force with which I pulled her.

"Swa-" she started to protest but I shushed her with my finger, placing it on her lips. She stilled in my arms and slowly looked up at me, meeting my waiting ones. She smiled shyly at me and I felt my heart beginning to thud loudly seeing that. She is definitely an angelic beauty!