••|3rd in Arranged Series|••
Can be read as a standalone
I always found myself getting mesmerized by him. And today was no different. As I came into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I was stunned by the...
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As she stood in front of the mirror, her reflection gave her a shadow of someone who was so unlike her. She was dressed up in that heavy bridal dress with layers of makeup to enhance her features and matching jewelry. When she got prepared for her first wedding, she could recognize herself. An ordinary, typical, and simple girl who was getting married to any regular and random guy. Because that was what she was entitled to have. That was what she truly deserved considering her bad chances with her luck and usual demeanor.
However, right now, she couldn't even acknowledge that it was indeed her. She had a different glow in her eyes, a charm radiating through her face and her feet were falling perfectly on that idiom that they were flying off the floor in ecstasy. Wanting her to feel her heartbeat, she couldn't even find it anywhere near her as it was busy matching the chords of the craziness.
She couldn't believe in her own luck.
She might have considered it her dream. A wildest dream until she wouldn't have heard the click of the door of the bathroom. From the mirror, she saw her tall, hot, and handsome husband entering inside. The difference between their appearances and fates was astounding.
He was drop-dead stunning and could be easily passed as a model for many shoots while she was just an ordinary girl with having regular appearance. But he had an ill fate because she came into his life while she got such a jackpot in her fate as she got him.
Her husband's attractive dark brown eyes were impressively cold, distant, and icy as they locked on her figure. She turned around on her heels as she found him approaching her with meticulous and small steps; his shoes making a beautiful melody on the floor.
He stood a few steps away from her and she could feel his gaze wandering all over her length before they settled on her face. The fragrance of his costly perfume and his very own masculine scent hovered near her, making her completely dazzled. He raised his hand towards her and then rested it over her slim shoulder. She caught a breath. His eyes never left her own brown ones as he moved his palm all over her right arm to her forearm and then got hold of her wrist. She tried hard not to groan at this. His first touch and their first moment together. She felt that her mind had left her body.
He moved his face closer to hers as his gaze flitted from her eyes to her lips. Leaving her wrist, he pushed his hands over the basin behind her and seized her between his strong arms. His breath started hovering over her face and she swallowed thickly.
"You know what?" He spoke in his husky sensual voice. "Zeharlgrhi ho tum is waqtmujhy."
(A/ N translation: "You are looking eye soaring to me right now."
Her eyes widened at his statement and her heart dropped into a deep pit.
