42.
{Third person's pov}
"Kiara are you ready, sweetheart?" Ekansh asked as he waited for her patiently, They were supposed to attend a party which was thrown by one of his business partner.
She stood in front of the mirror with her earrings in her hands, "Just a few minutes,"
She was dressed in a beautiful sea green saree, her hairs Open and her makeup light.
He watched her from the bedroom doorway, his gaze appreciative as he took in her stunning appearance. Even in the simplest of outfits, she managed to take his breath away.
"Take your time," he replied, his voice low and warm. "You look beautiful. You always do."
She smiled at him through the mirror and wore the earrings, she gave a final touch to her lips and turned around, "Do I look presentable?"
He smiled as he walked towards her, his eyes roaming over her figure. "Presentable?" He repeated, his voice dropping an octave lower, "You look stunning."
He stopped right in front of her and gently placed his hands on her hips, unable to resist the temptation to touch her.
She placed her hands on his shoulder as he pulled her towards him, "We will get late, husband."
He chuckled softly, his thumb gently tracing small circles on her hip bone. "Who cares if we're late? I'd rather stay here and appreciate your beauty."
He leaned in closer, his breath skimming over her ear, his voice a soft whisper. "I'd rather forget the party and spend the night worshiping you."
"Shut up," She pushed him playfully, "Let's go." He laughed, his hand still resting on her hip, reluctant to let go just yet. "Fine, let's go," he conceded, his tone teasing.
"But I'm not making any promises about keeping my hands to myself during the party." She rolled her eyes on his comment.
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Both Kiara and Ekansh entered the venue, His hand placed on the small of her back as he guided her inside.
As they walked further, they were greeted by Mr. Mehra, The one who throwing the party, "Welcome Mr. Shekhawat, I am glad you came and Thank you so much Mrs. Shekhawat for coming on such short notice."
Ekansh smiled politely and nodded in greeting. "Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Mehra. It's our pleasure to be here."
He noticed the way the host's eyes lingered on Kiara, and his grip on her back tightened subconsciously, a subtle possessive gesture.
While he replied, Kiara just smiled softly, "I will Introduce you to my wife, Mrs. Mehra, this way," he guided the way and both Ekansh and Kiara followed him.
As soon as they reached near his wife she looked at Kiara her eyes wide with surprise, Kiara was shocked too, "Shreya?"
Shreya, Mr. Mehra's wife nodded, "Oh my god, Kiara we lost contact after completing college, and here we met again?"
Kiara nodded and hugged her immediately, "It's been a while,"
"Yeah ofcourse, You didn't even invite me in your wedding," Shreya complaint, "Oh really? Like you did in yours?" Kiara raised an eyebrow and both of them laughed.
Ekansh observed the two women as they embraced, his gaze shifting between their faces, trying to read the situation. The mention of Kiara's wedding piqued his curiosity, and he found himself listening intently to their conversation, his hand still remaining possessively on her back.
He had no memory of Kiara having mentioned any friend called Shreya, and the realization left him feeling strangely unsettled. He tried not to show any sign of his confusion, keeping a neutral expression on his face as he listened to their reunion.
"Shreya you never told me about Mrs. Shekhawat?" Mr. Mehra asked, "yeah because we were not in contact, After completing our studies we went to different cities only to get married in the same city." Shreya explained making Kiara smile.
"I am glad we met," she smiled and looked at Ekansh who was now understanding the situation. "You both can go, I want to talk a lot to Kiara," Shreya said making both the men chuckle, They both nodded and left, leaving Kiara and Shreya alone.
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It was almost midnight, but their gossip was never ending, Soon Mr. Mehra, Ankit. Approced them with Ekansh following him.
"Ladies, are you done with gossips?" Ankit asked and shreya smiled, "Not yet," she sounded completely drunk.
Ekansh noticed the slight slur in Shreya's speech, realizing that she was already quite inebriated. He exchanged a subtle glance with Mr. Mehra, who seemed unbothered.
Ankit couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head slightly, "Looks like someone has had a few too many drinks."
"Seems like they had many drinks while gossiping," Ankit commented looking at Ekansh, he knew Kiara was not someone who liked drinking, because she has never drank before.
"I doubt they did," he replied and looked at Kiara, "Should we go home, Kiara?"
Kiara raised her gaze and looked at him with a smile, and that's when he knew she was drunk too.
His eyes widened slightly as he saw the smile on her face and realized she was intoxicated as well. He had never seen her like this before, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of concern and curiosity.
He knew he had to be responsible and get her home safely, but he also silently acknowledged the fact that she looked somewhat adorable in this drunken state.
He slowly helped her stand, and led her towards their car, "I don't wanna go home." She whispered as he opened the door of the car for her.
He couldn't hold back a smirk at her protest, finding her tipsy demeanor endearing. He gently guided her into the passenger seat, making sure she was settled comfortably before closing the door.
He leaned against the car, taking a moment to collect his thoughts, knowing that it was going to be a long night.
As he sat at the driver's seat and started the engine she shouted, "Don't kidnap me, bastard I have a husband, he will kick you and puch you if you take me with you."
He held back his laughter, finding her drunken attempt at defiance amusing. He turned to look at her, his eyes meeting her glassy gaze, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Relax, love," he said, his voice dripping with amusement, "I'm not kidnapping you. I'm your husband, remember? You're already married to me."
She stared at him, "let me see," she cupped his cheeks, "Husband?" She made a pout, "You are my husband," she started crying.
Seeing her transition from defiance to tears was both confusing and endearing for him. He gently held her hands that were still cupping his cheeks, his gaze softening.
"Yes, love," he said, his voice gentle, "I'm your husband." her inhibitions were lowered, and her emotions were more raw and unfiltered. It was a side of her he had never seen before.
"Why are you so handsome? I feel ugly." She cried more, He couldn't help but chuckle at her drunken confession. It was as if her usual filter had flown out the window along with her inhibitions.
"You, ugly?" he replied, his tone laced with affectionate mockery. "That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard."
She immediately smiled and cupped her cheeks, "Am I pretty?" Her sudden shift in mood caught him off guard, but he couldn't help but find her question adorable.
He gently placed his hand on her cheek, his touch gentle and comforting. "You're not just pretty," he said, his voice firm. "You're unbelievably beautiful. Inside and out."
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