𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗 𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒚𝒂𝒑,is a rich businessman of the state. His wife Kavya was the only love of his life. He had a crush on her since their college days. Finally he proposed her and they got married. There dream of 'happily ever after' could not...
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POV :- AARAV
It was 5, when my eyes opened.
The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the bedside lamp.
She was sleeping soundly in my arms. I gazed at her beautiful face, I was captivated by her beauty, even in her sleep. Her delicate features were relaxed, and a gentle smile was grazing her lips.
As if she was dreaming of something beautiful, wonderful.
I ran my fingers through her silky-textured hairs. The rise and fall of her chest with each breathe, like a comforting rhythm, lulling me into a sense of contentment.
I was feeling her warmth against me, and it filled my heart with an overwhelming love. Just two of us, wrapped in our own little world of love and tranquillity. I can't help but feel incredibly grateful for having her in my life.
I couldn't resist myself from placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
I brushed my fingers upon her cheek and she inhaled deeply in her sleep. Is my touch affecting her in sleep?
I gently caressed my fingers over her exposed neck and suddenly she moved her hand to hold my wrist.
"It's tickling me," she spoke in her lazy, sleepy voice but I found it sensual.
I gulped and traced my fingers again on the same spot, lightly.
She whined cutely, "Please."
I placed her on the bed and hovered over her. I placed a sweet kiss on her cheek and whispered in her ear while tracing my fingers on the very same spot,
"Let me kiss you here, jaan, please."
She hitched.
"Please, love," I spoke in a very low voice.
"Your voice.. Aarav ji... it's sensual .. sexy," she spoke, probably, in her sleep.
I cupped her cheek with my hand and whispered in her ear, "Are you dreaming of me, Hridya?".
She nodded her head, a bit. I grinned.
I brushed my lips on her earlobe and murmured, "What are you dreaming of, my beautiful wife?".
And.
And she moaned. Lightly. But she moaned.
And.
And I felt my morning wood rising in my pants.
"Am I kissing you in your dreams?", I asked in an almost inaudible voice.
