Talab - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

A sharp honk echoed through the air, making Pari's heart race with excitement and a touch of nervousness. She gave herself one last glance in the mirror, smoothing down her dress before stepping out with graceful elegance toward the parking area.
Anand's breath hitched the moment he saw her. His usually calm and composed demeanor faltered as his eyes drank in the sight of his wife—hot, yet irresistibly cute—moving toward him with the kind of grace that could make any man weak.
Like the gentleman he was, he stepped out of the car and opened the door for her, his gaze never leaving her. "Did I tell you, wife? You look drop-dead gorgeous," he murmured, his husky tone sending shivers down her spine.
A shy smile curved her lips as she slid into the passenger seat, her heart fluttering at his words.
His rich, warm laughter filled the car. "Too innocent to resist, baby doll," he added, making her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink.
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After a short, intimate drive, they reached their destination—his secluded, out-of-city mansion. But before she could take in the grandeur of the place, Anand pulled a silky blindfold from his pocket and turned to her with a teasing smirk.
"Trust me?" he whispered.
"Always," she replied softly, allowing him to gently blindfold her.
His hand, warm and secure, laced with hers as he guided her toward the garden. The crisp night air tingled against her skin, but the anticipation burning inside her was far hotter.
When he finally untied the blindfold, her breath caught in her throat.
The garden was transformed into a paradise. Twinkling fairy lights draped over the trees, and the air was heavy with the intoxicating fragrance of her favorite roses. Petals covered the ground in a heart-shaped path leading to a candlelit table.
Pari's heart swelled with joy. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around him tightly, burying her face in his chest. "This... this is the best surprise I've ever gotten. Thank you, Anand," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
His arms circled her waist, pulling her impossibly close. "My lady," he said, brushing his lips against her ear, "would you do me the honor of having a dance with this monster daddy?"
A giggle escaped her lips as she nodded. "Always, daddy monster."
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The soft melody of a romantic song filled the air as he led her onto the dance floor. But it wasn't just a dance—it was intimate, sensual, and dangerously slow.
His hands roamed her body with deliberate slowness, trailing down her back and resting just above the curve of her hips. Each touch sent sparks skittering beneath her skin, and her body responded—arching toward him, craving more.
"You feel so good in my arms," he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. She trembled, her fingers clutching his shirt tightly as waves of heat washed over her.
When the dance ended, he didn't release her. Instead, he scooped her up effortlessly and carried her toward the dining area.
She was about to settle into her chair when, without warning, he tugged her onto his lap. Her gasp filled the air as her soft curves melted against his hard frame.
"What... What are you doing, Anand?" she stammered, her heart pounding.
"Shh... relax, wife," he murmured against her ear, his breath warm and teasing. "Let me feed my beautiful wife with my own hands."
His words, paired with the sensual way he whispered them, sent a delicious shiver racing through her. As he picked up a bite of food and gently placed it against her lips, his other hand traced slow circles on her thigh.
Each time she swallowed, he rewarded her with soft kisses—on her cheek, the corner of her mouth, her jawline—each kiss igniting a deeper fire inside her.
Not wanting to let him have all the fun, Pari scooped a bite and held it to his lips. He accepted it without breaking eye contact, and when her fingers brushed against his mouth, he took the opportunity to draw one into his mouth, sucking softly.
The simple act made her squirm against him.
"Stop moving, wife," he growled, his voice roughened by desire.
She stilled for a moment—until a frown crossed her face. "Your phone is making me uncomfortable," she mumbled, glancing down toward his pocket.
Anand froze before bursting into deep, rich laughter.
"Sorry, wife," he said, humor dancing in his eyes. "You'll have to bear this 'phone' for a while."
Her confusion deepened until her gaze drifted toward the table—where his actual phone lay.
Her eyes widened in realization. "Anand!" she gasped, her cheeks heating in mortification.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Can you blame me? Your effect on me is dangerous," he murmured.
Still flustered, she tried to stand, but tears pricked her eyes. "I... I'm sorry if I hurt you," she said softly.
His teasing expression melted into one of pure adoration. "Wife," he said, cupping her face gently. "What made you think you hurt me?" He tilted his head, smirking again. "If anything, you're driving me crazy—in the best way possible."
Her voice trembled as she said, "But... it's... hard."
A wicked glint flashed in his eyes. "Hmm... it might need a massage," he teased.
Her mouth fell open in shock, eyes wide like a fish gasping for air. "A-A massage?!"
Anand burst into hearty laughter, pulling her back into his embrace. "Relax, my innocent wife," he said, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "It doesn't hurt. It's just your effect on me—your beauty, your sweetness. You make it impossible for me to stay unaffected."
Her heart swelled with warmth as she leaned into him, hiding her blush against his chest.
"I love you," she whispered.
He held her tighter, his voice dropping into a husky promise. "I love you more, baby girl. And tonight... I'm going to show you just how much."