07

First Dance

Agastya's Pov :

Dammnn!

I never thought that Meera could look this much beautiful. Never ever in my wildest dreams. I am not saying that she is ugly. I mean, she is naturally beautiful. But today she looks very different. Usually she wears pjs or simple suits or plazo sets in our mansion but I never saw her in such dress.

She is wearing a red gown according to the dress code. To be specific, she is wearing a dark red gown with a high slit on her right leg. Which shows her dusky, beautiful, long leg. The corset makes her chest look different. The thin laces on her shoulder are almost invisible. Meera don’t have much makeup on her face like other girls. But still she is shining with her light makeup.

I didn’t saw her anywhere in mansion since morning. Mom informed me that she was in her friend's house. I'm not gonna lie but I was hurt hearing that. She is ignoring me since the shopping day. I don’t know why but it feels like I am at fault.

“ She is beautiful! ” Naksh's voice broke my thoughts. I curiously looked at the direction where he is staring deeply. I am shocked. He is staring at Meera. He is looking like a lover. For god sake she is MY WIFE. I know we don’t behave like an ideal married couple. But still she is my wife and much younger than him.

Suddenly Naksh walks toward Meera and her friends. He hugged Yug. I know they are brothers. Naksh is my childhood buddy. Then I noticed he is staring at my wife like a creep. But soon another girl dragged him to the dance floor. Now I feel relaxed he is away from her. I looked at Meera. She looked back. We both were lost in our eyes when Meera looked away at Yug. She held his hand and went towards the dance floor. My jaw clenched as he wrapped his arms around her back. They were dancing like a teenage -lover. I can't watch this. I can't.

A foreign felling is making me angry. I shouldn’t behave like this. But I couldn’t control my self and walked towards them.

They were changing partners. Perfect timing Agastya. As Yug left Meera I hold her in my arms.Her eyes were shut. Still looking divine. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked up at me.I was already staring at her black orbs. People say that black eyes are very boring. But these black eyes always make me loose my mind.

As the song stats playing I came to my sense. We started dancing. This is the first time we are dancing together. It felt special. I pulled her closer to me. She literally crashed on my chest. Then I noticed her blushing face.

Tu mera koi na hoke bhi kuch lage,

tu mera koi na hoke bhi kuch lage,

Kiya re jo bhi tune kaise kiya re

Jiya ko mere bandh aise liya re

Samajh ke bhi na samjh mein saku,

This feels so unbelievable. Meera in my arms blushing furiously. And the song made it more magical. As the lyrics hits on the chorus part Meera looked at me grinning happily.

Apna bana le piya,

Apna bana le piya,

Apna bana le mujhe,

Apna bana le piya.....

She hugged me tightly as I picked her up in my arms. Her lips intentionally touched my jaw. I can feel the heat on my neck and the redness on my ears. Suddenly everything feels like a dream. It feels as if it’s just two of us, alone in a hall room, in each other arms.

Imagine It's Meera and Agastya.

Suddenly I want to kiss her. Wild thoughts started occupying my brain. How can I control myself when my divine wife is in my arms smiling at me?

No. No. No. NO!

It’s wrong. I shouldn’t feel like this for her. Where is my self control? Oh God! She is too young for me. I need to control my hormones. I clenched shut my eyes in frustration.

I felt a warm and soft palm on my cheek. I open my eyes and saw Meera holding my cheek, looking worried. Is she worried for me? Damn! Only if she knew about my wild thoughts. She would never look this much worried if she knew it.

“ What's wrong Agastya? Are you feeling sick? Is it migraine again? What happened? Tell me please. ” Meera asked worriedly.

“ Nothing, I'm perfectly fine. When are you planning to leave the party?” I intentionally changed the topic.

“ I'll be late today. Don’t worry I brought my car with the driver.”

“ But still drop me a text when you're leaving. ”

“ Okay. ”

After our conversation we both left the dance floor. She joined her friends and I joined my colleagues.

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