Indian Chronicles Book I
My Husband, My Devil.
"GET RID OF IT"
She thought she heard something wrong,
Not reacting she just stared at his face no emotion, nothing, just his flawless emotionless face.
"Huh?"
"I know you are pregnant and I want you...
Abhimaan stared at the seductress who was descending down the stairs, draped in the six yards of fabric in green color which was enhancing her each and every curve, the matching sleevless blouse is not doing any justice to hide the skin of her upper chest, he could also get the peek of her cleavage, trailing his eyes little upwards he noticed the nuptial chain with a diamond in the middle, She wasn't wearing any other jewelery around the neck except the chain and the diamond studs in her ear. She has a decent amount of makeup on her face, from the coral blush to the highlighter at the highest point of her cheeks, the contour done perfectly, the lips painted in the nude pink. She ditched red lipstick this time.
He noticed the way she tucked her hair strands behind her ear, her red bangles making a soothing sound as she does so, the silver clutch slipping out of her hand and she immediately bend to pick it up. her back being visible to his predatory eyes, now, the 4 hooks holding her blouse, the design and everything was so sexy.
Even if it wasn't that exposing, he still found losing himself and her scent adding to the fire to his desire.
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(I myself made these aesthetics yayy)
"OMG So hotttt" Aashika's excited voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he started his self-cursing of being lost in her.
"Even you are looking so beautiful Aashu" Sayantika chirped, giving her anaifi.
"Let's leave now we are already late" Abhimaan said, breaking the girl's talk.
Sayantika finally gave him a glance, the black Armani suit hugging his body; the silver brooch pin at the side highlighting his blazer, hair gelled perfectly, with one earpods tugging at his right ear. She could notice the Rolex watch around his wrist, his fingers sleekly holding the black iPhone; the Louis Vuitton belt around his waist shining with feet adorned with prada loafers, his rich scent engulfing her, senses tickling her inside.
That man is a walking luxury with the amount of expensive shits he was adorned with.
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Shaking her head, she walked out with Aashika and her husband.
Abhimaan sat at the passenger. He chose not to drive today, while the duo sat at the back and the driver drove off
