41. Disappearing Under My Lehnga
"Oh god woman that was so, romantic, I'll add those in my novel, you give me an idea" lav exclaimed as i explained her my first night with vansh.
I roll my eyes at Lav's dramatic statement.
"Oh please, i know it was romantic but," I said shaking my head.
"Besides, I thought you were past the whole romance writing phase. "
We both laugh. "You know, you make everything sound so much fancier than it actually is," I tease.
I study Lav's face, noticing how she seems a bit distracted and distant.
"Hey, is something bothering you?" I ask, my voice quiet and concerned.
"You've been acting a bit off lately."
"It's nothing everything fine saru" She tries to brush it off, insisting that everything is fine, but I'm not convinced.
"Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?
" I press, my eyes searching hers intently.
"I'm sure it's nothing saru" She dismisses my concern, reassuring me that she wouldn't hide anything from me.
"Of course, we're best friends. You can tell me anything.
" I let out a sigh, still feeling a hint of worry in my gut.
Over the weeks since Vansh’s birthday, he hasn't missed a single opportunity to be romantic with me. Whether it's a surprise bouquet of flowers on my set, a sweet text message in the middle of the day, or just a lingering touch on my shoulder, he never fails to make me feel loved and adored.
Today is Lav's haldi and mehendi event. The preparations are in full swing, and the house is adorned with colorful decorations, the air filled with excitement and anticipation.
As I watch Lav get ready for her haldi and mehendi event, I can't help but notice that there's something off about her demeanor. She's been quieter than usual, and her eyes seem a bit dull, as if her mind is elsewhere.
As I help her with her outfit, I can't help but notice a small bruise on her wrist. I frown, my heart skipping a beat as I gently grab her arm and inspect the mark.
"What's this? lav" i asked. "Uh-i it's nothing saru I just hurt myself" She tries to brush it off, saying it's nothing and that she just accidentally hurt herself.
But I can see the flicker of hesitation in her eyes, the slight tremble in her voice.
Sarah's outfit ??
I frown, not quite convinced by her explanation.
She changes the subject, and we make our way downstairs, where everyone is gathered and waiting for the festivities to begin.
The house is filled with the vibrant colors and energy of the event, the smells of spices and flowers wafting through the air.
As I take in the festivities, I can't help but be reminded of my own wedding.
The memories of the haldi and mehendi event come flooding back to me, the laughter and excitement of the day replaying in my mind.
A wave of nostalgia washes over me.
After the haldi ceremony ended and we washed the yellow paste off, we changed into fresh clothes and began the mehendi process.
The mehendi artist skillfully applied the intricate patterns on Lav's hands and feet, the cool, dark paste contrasting against her skin, I watched silently as the mehendi artist worked, diligently drawing intricate patterns on Lav's hands and feet.
I couldn't help but smile to myself as I saw her hand getting decorated with beautiful mehendi, and I decided to add a personal touch.
I leaned in and quietly instructed the artist to write Vivaan's name discreetly within the design.
Sarah's outfit ??
After the mehendi artist finished, I moved around the house in search of Vansh.
I knew he was here somewhere, amidst the bustle of the event.
As I walked through the crowd, I scanned the room, looking for him among the familiar faces.
As I neared Vansh, I noticed that he was engaged in a conversation with Ishaan Bhai, Ishaan bhai was laughing heartily, his hand patting Van's back affectionately.
I hesitated a moment, but then I continued walking towards them, curiously observing their interaction.
As I approach them, I call out to Vansh, my voice interrupting their conversation.
"Suniye," I say, my voice slightly louder than I intended.
Both Vansh and Ishaan turn to look at me, their eyes widening slightly.
Ishaan Bhai whispered something to Vansh, which made him give him a death glare.
Ishaan bhai laughed and departed, leaving us alone.
I raised an eyebrow as I watched the interaction, wondering what was said that elicited that kind of response from Vansh.
I held out my hand to Vansh, showing him the intricate mehendi patterns on my skin.
However, as I glanced down at his left hand, I noticed that he had also applied a small design with mehendi, and I could see my name written within it.
A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I looked up at him, feeling a rush of affection for this small but meaningful gesture.
He grabbed onto my waist with his right hand, pulling me closer to him with a firm grip.
I couldn't help but gasp slightly at the unexpected but not unwelcome gesture.
His hand held me possessively, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.
He looked at me intently, his eyes raking over my figure, taking in the sight of the mehandi patterns on my skin.
A smirk curled at the corners of his lips as he spoke, his voice low and rough.
"You have no idea how unbelievably hot you look right now," he murmurs, his hand still holding firmly onto my waist, as if unwilling to let me go.
As he leaned in, intending to kiss me, we were suddenly interrupted by a loud throat clearing.
We pulled apart hastily, our moment of intimacy broken by the unexpected intrusion.
I looked over to see who it was, my heart still racing from the earlier closeness.
I turn around to see who it was and spot papa ji standing there, watching us intently.
I straighten up quickly, my cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.
Vansh steps back a little, his hand still casually resting on my hip.
Papa ji addressed me, his tone polite yet firm. "Sarah beta, if you don't mind, I'd like to have a word with my son." I nodded, taking the hint and stepping away. I smiled apologetically at Van, silently signaling that I would give him a moment alone with his father.
After dropping lav to her room, I walked toward my room and passed by, Vivaan.
He was loitering in the corridor, leaning against the wall with a bored expression.
As I approached, he looked up, his gaze locking with mine.
I stop in my tracks and acknowledge him with a polite greeting "hey, how are you?
". "I'm well, thank you. You look quite bored," he said, I observed, noticing his expression.
Vivaan didn't step aside to let me pass, his eyes still trained on me as I waited for him to move.
Instead, he remained pressed against the wall, blocking my path.I was slightly puzzled by his behavior.
He was clearly blocking my way, but he didn't seem to want to say anything.
"Is there something I can help you with?
" I asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
"Just wanted to remind you that i always get what's mine" I watched as he walked away, his cryptic comment still lingering in the air.
"I get what's mine..." I repeated to myself, confusion and a hint of unease in my voice.
His confident tone and the smug smile on his face made me wonder what he meant by that.
His words left me feeling puzzled and slightly uncomfortable, but I tried to shrug it off and not let it bother me too much.
Maybe he was just trying to act cocky or something.
I pushed the encounter to the back of my mind.
I entered my room, feeling relieved to be away from the hustle and bustle of the event outside.
I took a deep breath, the familiar surroundings of the room bringing me comfort.
I sank onto the bed, taking a moment to relish the solitude and the peace it brought me.
As I was in the process of shedding my bra, I was shocked when the door suddenly opened, causing me to let out a scream.
My heart pounded as I clutched the blouse to my chest, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and surprise at being caught in such a state.
As the door opened and I saw vansh stand there, a wave of relief washed over me.
My heart continued to race, but at least it wasn’t an intruder.
He chuckled upon seeing me holding my blouse in front of myself, trying to cover my exposed skin.
I felt his presence behind me and relaxed as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck.
A slight shudder ran through my body, his touch sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close against his chest, my back touches his chest.
His hand reached around to the front of me, his fingers deftly unbuckling the clasp of my bra.
The material fell loose and I gasped lightly as the soft fabric slid down my skin, leaving me exposed to his gaze.
He lean into my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
"Open your eyes, jaan," he said, his voice low and smooth.
I had closed my eyes in the moment, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness, but his command prompted me to obey.
I opened my eyes, my gaze locking with his through the mirror.
He moved his hands up to my breasts, cupping them firmly in his palms. A sharp intake of breath escaped me as he squeezed them hard, he guided me to sit on the edge of the dressing table, my legs spread slightly.
His hands moved to my thighs, his fingers tracing circles on the sensitive skin as he stood between my legs, towering over me.
He sank down to his knees in front of me, his face disappearing under the fabric of my lehnga.
I could feel his breath against my inner thigh, causing me to shiver in anticipation.
He held onto my hips as his head disappeared under my clothes, the sensation of his breath against my sensitive skin sending a jolt of pleasure through me. After a moment, I felt him pull off my panties with his teeth, dropping the material to the ground.
He again dipped his face between my legs, his tongue parting my folds as he licked and sucked on your clit.
He buried his face in your pussy, eating you out with enthusiasm as his hands held my thighs spread wide.
His tongue delved deeper, his hands squeezing my backside as he feasted on me.
He groan against my folds, the sound vibrations causing me to shiver.
He looked up at me, his face glistening with my juices.
"Mmm, jaan. You taste divine" he said, Standing up, he grabbed my face with both hands and crushed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, letting me taste my own sweetness on his tongue.
His erection pressed against my stomach as he deepened the kiss, one hand tangling in my hair while the other slid down to grip my ass.
Just as we were lost in the moment, the sudden sound of his phone ringing broke the spell.
He reluctantly pulled away, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone.
He snaps to answer the call, his previous tender mood replaced with his usual sharp tone.
"What?" he barks into the phone, his voice impatient and annoyed by the interruption.
He listened to the person on the other end, and a frown appeared on his face. After a moment, he ended the call, saying simply, "Fine, I'm coming." He stood up from his place between my legs, and quickly re-buckled his belt, his expression tense.
He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, his usual sharp and gruff demeanor returning.
"Sleep jaan...I have to leave. It's important," he told me before abruptly leaving the room, leaving me sitting on the edge of the dressing table, slightly dazed and still unsatisfied from our earlier encounter.
Sweetttt...??