Love With Decipline ! 18+

Then, without breaking eye contact, he slowly straightened himself. His weight shifted from my lap as he rose to sit, his movements unhurried. Sitting in front of me, he looked down at me for a brief moment before raising both hands.

"...Remove this... fucking veil, Mrs. Rathore."

His tone was firm, yet strangely composed.

His fingers reached the edge of my veil. Holding the delicate fabric carefully between both hands, he slowly lifted it away from my head. The soft cloth slipped over my hair and shoulders before leaving my face completely uncovered.

The moment I felt the cool air against my skin, I instinctively lowered my head.

"...Don't say dirty words," I mumbled quietly.

My fingers immediately found each other in my lap, twisting nervously as I avoided looking at him.

"...Dirty words?" he asked, one eyebrow lifting in deliberate confusion.

"Which one...? He asked..in completely serious tone.

Veil... cover... or fuck?"

Unable to stop myself, I looked up at him for just a second.

"You know very well."

I tried to sound serious, though my voice came out much softer than I intended.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Seeing that familiar smirk made warmth rush to my cheeks.

Almost instantly, I lowered my gaze again.

"...For your knowledge, Mrs. Rathore..."

he said calmly.

"Fuck isn't a dirty "word."

He paused, watching the way my fingers tightened together.

"It's an activity."

Before I could think of a reply, he bent slightly. His face came closer until I could feel his breath near my ear.

His voice dropped into a quiet whisper.

"...A dirty activity..."

Another brief pause.

"...What we're about to do tonight."

"...Vikrant..."

My eyes widened.

Heat spread rapidly across my cheeks as I looked at him in disbelief. Trying to hide my embarrassment, I lightly slapped the center of his chest.

"...Bahut badtameez ho rahe ho," I tried to say in a firm tone but failed.