Her hands clutched her dress as she looked down. I placed my both hands each side of her head on the wall and caged her. She was terrified to be in that position. "Move back. What are you doing" Turning her face to a side she pushed me with both han...
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When I stepped inside her house and my eyes caught her ravishing sight, I felt like I lost myself in her indescribable beauty. She glanced at me for a second sparing me a change to meet her eyes which never fails to impress me. She was in the hall talking with her brother. Probably waiting for my arrival. The lehanga was perfectly hugged her curves making her look like a model. The dark burgundy color suited her well enhancing the gorgeousness doubly. Her natural beauty was covered under the thin layer of makeup she was wearing. Her strawberry like lips were painted in a nude pink and shimmering with the lip gloss. Over all she looked like a fragile doll. .......... My doll.
From the moment she stepped inside the car her lily fragrant spread inside. I kept taking glimpses at her without her acknowledgment. Her little brother was enjoying the ride while her face fell into a frown. Once I noticed her watery eyes I knew what was bothering her. A pearl like tear drop fell down from her eyes and she tried the best to hide it from me.
"You can visit them whenever you want" I said her sincerely. Of course she can visit them whenever she wants after all they are her parents and who has the rights to stop her from visiting them. Hearing what I said she kept looking at me surprised.
"If you keep staring at me like that then I won't be able to drive" I said her when I noticed her staring at me for too long.
She fluttered her eyes and turned to the other side to look through the window. The reception hall was just a few kilometers away as we reached it within 30 minutes of driving.
A soft chuckle left my mouth when she refused to give her hand to me. She is looking all fragile to my eyes and yet has the audacity to refuse me. To refuse Arsh Akthar. Why shouldn't she after all she is my wife now.
From the expression of her face I understood she was all mesmerized by the decorations and arrangements. When paparazzi rushed to us the moment we stepped inside and the continuous clicking of the cameras made her nervous that made her to grab my hand instantly. Realizing her anxiousness I cleared them and took her to stage.
I noticed her changing her leg minutes to minute balancing her weight. I called Zahra to take her to the room so she can sit for a while. A few minutes later I decided to check on her and I saw her sitting on the bed resting her head on the headboard eyes closed. Between her eyebrows were knitter like she was confused or her mind was roaming on something. When I ask her if she was okay she just nodded her head when I all want to hear her sweet voice. But this girl kept her mouth zipped to me.
When one of the reporter ask me if I married her out of love. The word love was a foreign language to me which never exists in my dictionary. I don't believe in love and all shit. For me it's just a time pass and I don't have time for all those stupid stuffs. I don't know whatever I feel for her is love or not but I am very sure she has attracted me and captivated me by her fragile beauty.
