He remained silent and kissed my forehead before saying,“Alright, as you see fit.”
I smiled before releasing the hug, and he said.“Alright, change.”
My brows thinned in a line with confusion and disbelief.“Still?”
He nodded shamelessly.“Yes, you didn’t want to change in front of me because we were fighting. Now it’s resolved. Change,” he said.
I blinked silently, trying to find something to say, but nothing came to me except,“And you’ll watch me?”
He leaned back against the door and nodded.“Of course. I’m your husband, and I’ve already seen most of you, and now I want to see you naked. I see no problem in that except if you don’t want me to,”
I nodded, appreciating that my consent did matter to him.
So, as a reward, I nodded.“Alright,”
Inhaling quietly, I picked up the bag.
I pulled out the clothes, staring into his green, shameless eyes, which bore into mine.
A tint of shame climbed up my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to hide it amid the candlelight falling over me.
In the small, confined space, I stood before him and detached my dupatta from my skirt. I let it fall off my shoulder onto the floor. There was a slight tightness in my lower abdomen as I saw him watching me silently, taking my hands toward my back.
I lowered my gaze, trying to find the end of the blouse’s strings, and pulled it low. At that moment, I couldn’t meet his eyes, especially since I knew he was watching me, not from afar but just across the room.
The strings of my blouse loosened, and I felt my nipples erect in the heat of the moment, and just when I was about to pull the shoulder of my blouse down, I heard the slight movement of his turning to the other side.
A timid smile crossed my face at how he noticed my discomfort.
“Only because we still have to make it official,” his typical‘Agastya-coded’justification made me smile. But he had already seen me enough.
“That’s okay, you can watch me,” I whispered, and the last thing I expected was for him to turn back.
But he did—he shamelessly turned back and smirked at me.
“Since you said that I don’t listen to you, I am listening to you,” he teased, and I pulled the blouse off my body.
I felt timid with his gaze on me, and couldn’t help but shake my head.
“You’re impossible,”
He chuckled softly.“And you are beautiful. That tattoo on your skin is the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.”
He muttered. There was something so hot in his voice that it made me gulp. His gaze became intense, his breathing slowed slightly, and I bit my lower lip, slipping my arms into the sleeves of my top.
I tied the strings at the front to secure it, then looked at him. He moved from his place and walked toward me.
“Let me help,” he said as I looked into his eyes, focusing on the knots at the top.
“I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have said that,” I admitted, and he lifted his gaze, shaking his head.
“You don’t have to apologise. I should,” he said, his fingers moving to the following string.“But I’m not sorry for the other day, watching you change without your awareness,” he continued.
I blinked nervously, feeling his fingers gliding toward the side of my waist, and tucked into the knot of my skirt.
“I think—” But before I could finish, he unfastened it.
My heart raced as my skirt pooled at my feet, revealing my legs. Thankfully, the top ended at my thighs, covering my main part.
