"So, Mrs. Kashi Abhay Pratap Singh..chalte hai. Goodbye..". Saying this, he left her broken in this world of betrayal.
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Kashi, a simple girl from Banaras, is a very kind and beautiful woman in person. Lives with her Baba. Works as a teache...
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MORNING TIME, JAISALMER
Abhay stood before the vanity table, delicately fastening the buttons of his kurta, when a gentle melody of bangles jingling softly enveloped the air, capturing his attention. And there she stood, his wife, enveloped in the saree he had gifted her.
His pulse quickened, and a tender ache filled his chest as he drank in her understated beauty. Simple yet resplendent, she stood before him, a vision of grace and devotion. He felt a profound sense of gratitude for the love he got and the effortless elegance she brought to his messed life.
Kashi emerged from the washroom, the plates of her sari swaying gently as she moved, oblivious to his penetrating gaze. With her damp hair cascading down her back, it held his attention captive, every strand seeming to weave a spell around him.
Setting the pleats of her saree, she felt the weight of his stare upon her, a blush crept up her cheeks, painting them with a delicate shade of crimson, betraying the flutter of emotions within her.
Taking a decisive step forward, he gracefully lowered himself to his knees, expertly adjusting the folds of her saree. Sensing his touch drawing near, Kashi instinctively withdrew her hands, yielding to his gentle guidance.
With practiced hands, he meticulously arranged the plates of her saree, ensuring every detail was perfectly in place before he smoothly straightening up, his task completed with care.
Stepping back slightly, he stood at a respectful distance, his eyes alight with a silent declaration. With a subtle gesture of his hands and a tender expression, he silently muttered the word "Mine," a proclamation of his right intertwined with love and possessiveness.
Kashi's laughter danced through the air in response, filling the room with a playful melody. However, her joyous moment was abruptly interrupted by a sudden shriek as she felt his hand encircle her back and slide under her leg, catching her off guard with a mix of surprise and delight.
"What are you doing, Hukum Sa?" She exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement as he sweeped her up in a bridal style embrace.
"Shhhh" Abhay's whisper near her earlobe sent a shiver down her spine, prompting her to instinctively tighten her grip around his neck, seeking refuge in the warmth.
With practiced ease, he carried her in his arms, setting her down gently on the chair before the vanity table. Kashi's curiousity was evident in her gaze, but he paid it no mind, focused solely on tending to her needs.
Taking the towel in hand, he tenderly dried her hair, his movements gentle and deliberate, while she watched him with a mixture of fondness and admiration reflected in the mirror before her.
Taking hold of the comb, he ran its teeth through her hair with a delicate touch, each stroke a testament to his care, a silent gesture of love and affection for the woman before him.
