Part 35
As she walked out of the bedroom wearing black pants and teaming up with a white kurta, which was sticking to her body like a second second highlighting her curves, his eyes snapped at the direction. He so wanted to feel every nook and cranny of her. The black duppata was hanging on her shoulders making her look more beautiful.
She doesn't need revealing clothes to look hot; she can ace any outfit, and Indian outfits were always the cherry on top for her.
"Sit wifey," she said quietly, and he served her her favourite masala dosa for breakfast.
"I made your favourite dish, wifey, now have it." he said, lovingly staring at her.
"Neil, you got me right and you know that I can't escape, so please release Maa," she requested, softly staring at him.
"I promise I won't disobey you.
