Two strong arms wrap around my waist as I tuck in my saree, fixing it properly. With a smile on my face, I look at the mirror in front of myself and stare in the coffee brown eyes of my husband. Chiseled jaw, jet black hair, soft lips, sharp features, with all that he looks nothing but the god of beauty and sex. One look from those brown orbs and I’ll be ready to get on my knees for him. He is the man any girl would desire to have in their life, rich, caring, rough and gentle in bed, according to the situation.

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