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39. Tʜᴇ Bᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ Dᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴜʀᴇ

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The bathroom door clinked open, revealing a tall, 6'3" figure stepping out. A towel hung loosely around his lower waist, showcasing his perfectly chiselled chest. Water droplets clung to his broad shoulders, sliding down in slow, sizzling trails over his sculpted abs before disappearing into the V-line of his body. He walked forward with an effortless grace, gently rubbing his damp hair with another towel, the air around him seeming to hum with quiet confidence

His oceanic blue eyes softened as they fell on the small figure comfortably curled up in his bed, her body half-hidden beneath the duvet. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched her nuzzle deeper into the soft fabric. But that fleeting tenderness quickly vanished, replaced by a scornful look, as the duvet slipped away and he noticed her clutching the pillow tightly to her chest with a smile on her face. His jaw tensed, a mix of irritation and jealousy flaring within him at the sight of her unconsciously clinging to something other than him

He threw the towel harshly onto the single couch, his movements sharp with frustration. His gaze darkened, fixed on the pillow she clutched so tightly in her sleep. As he stepped closer, still glaring at the offending cushion, her smile widened, a blissful expression spreading across her face

In her dream, she muttered softly, "Okay, only one kiss," and instinctively tightened her hold around the pillow. His jealousy erupted, his chest burning with an intensity that made his hands clench. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the pillow harshly, just as she puckered her lips, ready to kiss the soft fabric.

He tugged at the pillow gently, but she frowned in her sleep, her grip tightening around it, making his eyes widen in surprise and He scoffed mentally. He tried again, carefully, not wanting to disturb her rest, even though his mood was already in shambles. She wrinkled her nose in frustration and pulled the pillow back toward herself with surprising strength, her unconscious determination amusing him despite his jealousy.

"Sweetheart, for your Ganga Maiya's sake, leave this bloody moron pillow," he whispered, his irritation bubbling over as he stared down at her. Just then, her eyelashes fluttered, signalling she was slowly waking up. Panic surged through him, and he abruptly released the pillow, stepping back slightly

But then, an idea sparked in his mind, and a smirk tugged at his lips. He leaned down, hovering just above her face, and as she smiled in her dream, preparing to kiss the pillow, he swooped in. Before she could react, his lips pressed softly against hers, stealing the kiss meant for the pillow. The touch was tender, warm, and it lingered just long enough for him to ease the pillow from her relaxed grip. Slowly, carefully, he pulled the cushion away, his kiss a delicate distraction.

He gently broke the kiss before she fully woke, watching as she let out a contented sigh and nuzzled back into the duvet, completely unaware of the tender moment he had stolen. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he gazed at her, then leaned down to plant an affectionate kiss on her forehead

His gaze shifted to the pillow, and his expression hardened instantly. With fury in his eyes, he gripped the pillow so tightly that it divided in half. He looked around the room, his eyes settling on the dustbin. "Nothing has the right to exist after coming near my sweetheart," he muttered under his breath, throwing the pillow into the bin