Chapter 70

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Mihir's POV

She has just become like Ron. Naughty.

" Do you really want me to answer that? " I asked.

" I want you to dance with me. "  She said pulling me back.

" Ron, dance with your wife. " I said.

" I want to, but she wants to dance with you. Fine, since you are dancing with my wife, I will dance with yours. " He said and asked Tami. She smiled and nodded.

The music started and it was a fast one so we were dancing and I liked dancing with Mahi. But she smiled, and deliberately stepped on my feet as she used to do when we were children and we both smiled recalling old times. She kept doing it while I was scolding her for that though we both were smiling.

But the music changed all of a sudden, Ron brought Tami near us while dancing and pulled Mahi in his arms and pushed Tami towards me saying, " I need to dance with my wife on this romantic one, " He said and came to a bit closer and whispered, " I am taking my wife away, take care of yours before someone else asks her." I looked at him and he winked.

I didn't know what to say, he was a crazy man.

Now Tami was standing right in front of me, looking into my eyes and her smile was gone.

What happened to that smile?? She looked tense.

I wanted to go away but I knew that mom was going to be very angry, so I pulled her in my arms and started dancing as everyone was watching.

The song was slow and romantic, the kind that made me feel her every touch as electric.

As we moved together, I felt her shudder every time I pulled her closer. Her breath hitched, and I could see the effect I had on her. Despite everything, I wanted to remind her that she claimed to love me.

My hands rested on her waist, and she trembled under my touch. I couldn't deny the satisfaction of seeing her react to me, to feel her heart race in sync with mine.

" Thanks for the gifts." She said shyly.

I wanted to tell her that I just ordered them as she didn't mean anything to me, I was forced to give gifts to her... But I could not say it. Everyone was around looking at us. They were expecting us to act like normal newly married couples.

“You look... different tonight,” I said what I could manage to say without being fake.

“Is that a good difference or a bad difference?” she whispered.

“Good... Very good,” I said hesitantly, looking at her face. A smile broke across her face, and I felt a wave of anger.

Was it a triumphant smile? She must have felt that she was on the verge of winning this battle. She was thinking that she got what she wanted.

Our families watched us, thinking it was a romantic dance, but for us, it was something else.

Each step or action of mine was deliberate, each shy touch of hers was a reminder of what she said she felt for me.

But then how could she smile when other men were flirting with her? How could she be so calm about it? Was she lying to me when she said that she had feelings for me?

I pulled her closer, our bodies almost molding together, and I whispered, "Remember, it's me you wanted."

What the hell!! Why did I say that?

She looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and longing. The music enveloped us, and I was dancing with her as I wanted her to crave for me even more,  to feel what I felt for her sister. Yet, as the song played on, I realized I was the one craving more, though I would never admit it. I wanted to keep holding her, to feel her respond to my touch, as it felt good to see her react to my merest touch, because Gaurvi said that she never felt anything whenever I touched her.

To be frank, I never felt this way whenever I touched Gaurvi,  the way I was feeling today.

When the music finally stopped, we were both breathless. She looked at me with an intensity that made my heart race.

For a moment, it felt like we were the only ones there. But reality set in, and I stepped back, trying to regain my composure.

What the hell!! It had to stop. I can't let her win...  She can't get me as I did not get what I wanted.

"Let's go," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. She nodded, and we walked off the dance floor together, the tension between us palpable again.

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