Prema ❤️

Chapter 8

Sorry for making you guys wait but I wanted to do a long update (actually longer than usual) that's why I didn't upload this chapter.

But nvm enjoy.

Word count: 2200+

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The next morning Saanvi woke up to the feeling as if she is been sleeping under a big rock. 

Looking down she found him sleeping on her. He was a muscular man with broad shoulders and a height of 6'1 and she was just 5'4. And him sleeping on her wholly crushed her small body. 

She felt suffocated.

Her body pained like hell. 

She tried pushing him with all her strength, trying to inhale long breaths. Hissing in pain when he stirred rubbing their bodies. 

Not having much strength left she thought to wake him up. 

"Jii uthiye" she said tapping his shoulder. 

(Wake up)

Instead of getting up he moved his hand under her saree cupping her bosom. Her cheeks coating red by his action. 

Slowly holding his hand which was cupping her bosom she moved his hand down keeping it on her waist and again called him. 

"Jii uthiye na mujhe jana hai" she said tapping his shoulder a little hard. 

(Get up please I have to go)

He stirred in his sleep and found himself above a soft mattress. 

Wait. 

It wasn't a mattress. 

It was his wife. 

He stirred and looked up to find his beautiful wife looking at him. 

"Jii dard ho raha hai uthiye na mujhe jana hai" she said hissing feeling pain in her chest because of him moving his body on hers. 

(I'm feeling pain please get up I have to go)

He slowly lifted himself off her to not hurt her with his weight and laid on his side of bed. 

He groaned feeling his head heavy because of alcohol. 

Inhaling a deep breath she slowly got up feeling pain all over her body. She hissed a little feeling pain in her chest as he was sleeping putting his head on her chest. 

Abhiraj felt guilty watching her hissing in pain. 

He was literally double her weight. How can she bear his weight. 

After sometime she came out of the bathroom in a beautiful dark pink saree complimenting her skin tone. 

She hurriedly braided her hair and adjusted her mangalsutra. She took the sindoor (vermilion )box and opened it. She looked up when she felt him taking the box from her hand. 

Taking a pinch of vermilion he applied it on her forehead making her close her eyes. 

She was looking ethereal with mangalsutra and sindoor of his name. He was looking at her mesmerized. 

She opened her eyes to find him staring at her face already. Her breath hitched by the intensity with which he was staring at her. 

She gulped and averted her gaze taking the sindoor box from him making him snap out of his reverie.