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Amisha pushed open the door of their bedroom and stepped inside.
The room was softly lit by the bedside lamps. Abhiraj was already on the bed-shirtless, back against the headboard, legs stretched out, casually eating a piece of fruit from a plate beside him. He looked relaxed, completely at ease.
As soon as she entered, he looked up and gave her that lazy, charming smile-the one that usually melted her.
But Amisha was still angry.
She threw him a sharp, uninterested look-eyes sliding over his mouth like he didn't exist-then walked past him without a word, heading straight toward the wardrobe.
All the bags from the mall were already neatly arranged inside-sarees folded, kurtas hung, children's clothes sorted.
Someone (probably one of the maids) had done it while they were out.
She reached for the comb on the dressing table.when she turned.
In the next second-he was there.
Abhiraj moved so fast she didn't even hear him get off the bed.
He appeared right in front of her.
Amisha stumbled backward with a shocked gasp, hand flying to the edge of the dressing table to steady herself.
Her mouth opened in surprise, eyes wide, looking up at him.
He bent down slowly-bringing his face so close their breaths mingled.
Lips almost touching.
Not quite.
He was flirting.
Pure, slow, deliberate flirting.
His finger came up and gently caressed hers-sliding along her knuckles, tracing the back of her hand, light but possessive.
Amisha's breathing hitched.
Then-without warning-he stepped even closer.
One leg slid between hers, parting them just enough.
He stood between her thighs now, knee brushing her inner thighs, body heat pressing against her.
She should have pushed him away.
She should have scolded him.
Instead-she did the unexpected.
She pushed herself forward.
Not just forward-into him.
Her chest brushed his bare one.
Mouth so close to his that their lips were a whisper apart.
Both her hands came up and rested on his chest-fingers spreading over his skin.
Her legs shifted-now touching his on the outside.
His knee pressed more firmly against her inner thighs.
Now she was flirting back.
Hard.
Abhiraj's eyes darkened instantly.
The teasing look vanished.
He broke eye contact first-gaze dropping to her lips.
They were open slightly, soft, a little dry, naturally rosy.
Then-slowly-her tongue came out, wet the lips, and slipped back in.
Those lips turned glossy, redder, tempting.
Abhiraj's throat moved.
He leaned in-expecting the kiss.
But her lips turned at the last second.
She slipped away from him like water-smooth, quick-ducked under his arm and walked to the almirah.
Took out her night clothes.
And left for the bathroom without looking back.
Abhiraj stood there-frozen.
Not fully hard, but there was a definite tingle.
A low, frustrated groan escaped him.
He ran a hand through his hair.
Muttered to himself.
"Ye aurat..."
The bathroom door clicked shut.
Amisha closed the bathroom door behind her with a soft click.
The steam from the hot shower still hung in the air, fogging the mirror slightly. She stood there for a moment, towel wrapped around her body, water droplets slowly trailing down her shoulders and legs.
She thought to herself:
Aye bade... mujhse flirt karenge?
Her eyes dropped to her hands.
Hidden inside the folded night clothes was the black lacy lingerie set Abhiraj had bought-tiny, delicate, almost nothing.
She bit her lip, a small, wicked smile forming.
Ab batati hu...
She has took her time.
Showered slowly, letting the hot water relax every tense muscle from the long day.
She washed her hair carefully, massaging her scalp, letting the shampoo scent fill the small space.
She shaved her legs and arms-something she did regularly anyway.
Abhiraj had never once commented on her body hair; he never made her feel uncomfortable about it. It was just... her.
After the shower, she dried off and stood in front of the mirror-towel still wrapped loosely around her.
She took out the lacy set.
Black. Thin straps. Lace that barely covered anything. The panty was just strings and sheer fabric. The top was more like a bralette-open back, lace cups, no real support needed.
She stared at it.
Ye cheez se kya coveroho gaya... useless hai.
But then she thought:
But Of course we are going to use it.
She slipped it on quickly.
The panty first-thin lines hugging her hips, barely there.
Then the top-no bra needed, the lace sitting soft against her skin, straps delicate on her shoulders.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
Hair wet, dripping slowly down her back and chest.
Skin flushed from the hot water.
The black lace against her skin looked... dangerous.
She shrugged to herself.
Let's see how he handles this.
She took a deep breath.
Opened the bathroom door.
Stepped out.
Abhiraj was standing at the dressing table, back to her, combing his damp hair. Shirtless, only in lowers, muscles shifting as he moved the comb through his hair. He hadn't noticed her yet.
Amisha paused in the doorway.
Let the moment stretch.
Then walked forward barefoot, soft steps on the carpet.
Abhiraj caught her reflection in the mirror.
He froze.
Comb stopped mid-stroke.
His eyes slowly lifted.
Met hers in the glass.
Then dropped-taking in everything.
The black lace.
The wet hair clinging to her shoulders.
The way the straps sat on her skin.
The barely-there fabric.
His throat moved.
He turned around slowly.
Amisha stood there-confident, bold, one hip cocked slightly.
She didn't say a word.
Just looked at him.
And waited.
The room suddenly felt very small.
Very hot.
Abhiraj's eyes darkened.
He took one step toward her.
Then another.
The comb fell forgotten onto the table.
Kya havasi log ho tum.mujhe kisi ne bola tha next chapter spicy likhna.ab koi comment me oversmart mt hona I know I am havasi too...
De dungi abhira me chapter.us story ke sare plots and scene are in my mind but unko kese set karu vo abhi soch rahi hu.
This is the scene in my mind
Sab ese bikhra hua hai abhi soch rahi hu ki kese sab set karu.