A car screeching and engine dying out couldn't pull me off this bliss until I felt like somebody was staring at me and I opened my eyes and I was locked in his gaze.
A man in a black suit was standing with blood red 2016 Mazda mx-5 Miata with a pas...
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The bathroom
Raseen ~ POV
I hit my back against the wall as he closed the already closed distance between us. His eyes are filled with love and its shine is almost blinding me as I see the twinkling. My heart is pumping hard with the sheer intensity. Every drop of my blood was rushing towards my cheeks, my breath hitched from the constant stare making it difficult to breathe.
As I look into his eyes, I am fearful. There are so full, round and deep orbs that I could dwell into its depth. I have got so much to learn about these eyes and I am willing to learn everything about them even if it takes my whole life. My tears flow out from the corner of the eye and mingle with water on my face slowly making its way down my chin. I fisted my hand hitting my heart with the painful thud to calm my emotions.
I then palmed his now stubbly cheeks. His face is lit with fire yet he looked normal. I softly brushed his now closed lids and this whirlpool of emotions thrilled within me. I want to hold him a little longer to kiss away his sorrows that I have to get rid of for him, just to let him breathe with the ease that isn't here right now.
"Will you do fajr prayer in the toilet, Mr. Celeb?" I questioned as I cut out the staring contest that was becoming unbearable for both of us.
"Should we?"
As he takes off his kurta in one swift move and tosses it on the floor. All of a sudden I get nervous as what is expected next from the unexpected person like him.
"STOP! Stop taking your clothes off, please!" I stammered.
As I find myself looking at his well built chiseled body. His biceps and triceps perfectly showed he has been working hard on it. My eyes go gaga over the body that is very tempting and hard to resist.
My eye goes back to his face. My face is red like tomato clearly showed that I was checking out my HUSBAND....and he is smiling devilishly, I nervously swallowed my own spit and choked on it.
Aimlessly, I stand there as he devours me with his warm gaze, and I am looking back at nothing else in the world but him. My world. My life. My breath. My smile. My love. My pain. My man. My moon and stars. My angel. My heart stealer. My existence. My hopes. My dreams. My wishes. My tears. My happiness.
As the tip of his nose touches my mine. I nervously stand still as the moment prolong itself. His minty breath fans my shivering lips as it scorches under his heated breath.
His breath is intoxicating my veins as the flow rushes in swiftly and my head getting dizzy with all the new emotions, I am getting accustomed to.
My cheeks tints with redness as I see my view in the mirror. I palm my cheek and I feel like, it will peel away if he comes at me furthermore.
