Continues.....

A few days later

Siya stood in the bustling kitchen, the air thick with the rich aromas of simmering spices and fresh ingredients. She was engaged in a delightful dance with the cook, their energy intertwining as they crafted an array of enticing dishes for the evening's dinner party.

As he stepped into the kitchen, he was immediately struck by the sight of her expertly slicing vibrant vegetables, her focus unwavering. The cook, a whirlwind of activity, tossed sautéing garlic and fragrant herbs in a gleaming pan, creating a melody of sizzling sounds that filled the room.

He felt a rush of pride as he watched her in the warm glow of the kitchen, the light accentuating her features and determination.

Clearing his throat, he stepped forward. She glanced back, her gaze meeting his with a spark.

"Good evening," he said, a playful smile on his lips. He moved beside her, taking in the vibrant array of fresh ingredients on the counter.

"What are you making?" he asked, drawn in by the tantalising aromas that filled the air.

"You can see," she said. He let out a small chuckle.

He leaned against the counter, captivated as she skillfully chopped vibrant vegetables, their colours contrasting against the stainless steel surface.

"I'm preparing a variety of vegetable dishes," she said, "while the cook handles the meat over there."

He nodded, enveloped in the rich aromas and the rhythmic sounds of the bustling kitchen.

"I see," he replied, appreciating the energy around him.

He was silent for a moment, taking in the bustle of the kitchen.

"You're quite good at this." He said, his compliment genuine. She glanced over her shoulder at him, slightly surprised by his compliment.

"Oh, thank you." She said, a small smile tugging at her lips.

She returned her attention to the food, continuing to prepare the dish. He watched her for a few moments, studying her every move.

"You know, I've never really taken the time to appreciate your cooking," he said softly, his tone shifting.

"You should really go now. I need to focus," she replied, clearly indicating she preferred solitude.

"Okay, okay," he conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender.

As he took a few steps away, he paused and turned back.

"But there's one condition," he said, catching her gaze.

"Just remember the cook is here, don't forget," she reminded him. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at her insistence.

"I see the cook just fine; I'm not blind, you know." He paused, his expression growing more serious.

"I just have a request."He took a step closer to her, lowering his voice so only she could hear.

"I need you to wear something specific tonight."

He paused, studying her expression for a moment. "No, I'll wear a saree only," she said quickly. He sighed, feeling a pang of frustration at her refusal.

"No, I need you to wear something else." He said, his voice firmer now.

He took another step closer, towering over her.

"Just for tonight." She eyed the cook. He followed her gaze to the cook, who was preparing the food nearby.

He leaned in closer, his voice a whisper.

"He won't see. Just... trust me." " You go from here."

He felt a mix of frustration and annoyance at her stubbornness.

"Damn it." He muttered under his breath.

He took a step back, running a hand through his hair.

"Fine." He said, his voice gruff. "I'll leave."

He turned and walked out of the kitchen. After a while, she went to the bedroom and

After a few minutes, he saw her leave the kitchen and head towards the bedroom.

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath.

He waited a few seconds before knocking on the bedroom door. He slowly entered the room, closing the door behind him.

He took a moment to take in the sight of her in the room.

"I hope you're dressed properly." He said, his voice firm. I was just going to wear the saree.

He sighed, frustrated by her response.

"I told you I wanted you to wear something else."

He took a step closer to her.

"Don't play dumb." He said, his voice firmer now. "What is it?" He paused for a moment, his eyes locked with hers.

"Close your eyes." He commanded. She did He saw her close her eyes.

"Good." He said, his voice a little gruff.

He walked closer to her, stopping right in front of her.

"Don't open them until I say so." He said again. She nodded, keeping her eyes closed.

He reached out and placed a hand under her chin, tilting her head up slightly.

"You're obeying me." He murmured. "Don't test," she replied. He couldn't help but smirk at her words.

"I'm not testing you." He said, his voice low. He let go of her chin, taking a step back.

"Now, lift your arms." He slowly removed her saree, watching as it dropped to the floor.

He couldn't help but let his eyes roam over her now exposed body, taking in every curve and inch of her skin.

He felt a mix of desire and anticipation building within. "What are you doing exactly?" Paused, his eyes still fixed on her body.

"You'll see." He said. His voice was rough with desire.

He took another step closer, closing the distance between them.

"Now, stay still." He reached out, his hands gently running up her bare arms, savouring the feel of her skin. He made her wear a long gown. He watched as he helped her slide on the long gown.

He couldn't help but appreciate how the fabric hugged her curves, showing off her figure in a new light.

He let his hands run over her body, feeling the smoothness of the gown under his fingers.

"You look beautiful." He murmured, his voice gruff with desire. He saw her open her eyes, her gaze meeting his.

He took a moment to take in her appearance in the gown.

"You look absolutely stunning." He said again, the words escaping his lips in a low, appreciative tone.

He couldn't resist the urge to touch her, so he took a step closer, his hands reaching out to gently touch her waist.

She gazes into the mirror, a mix of surprise and vulnerability washing over her. "This is so revealing," she muses, taking in the reflection before her.

His eyes roamed over her reflection, taking in the way the gown hugged her curves and revealed her figure.

He couldn't deny that it was quite revealing.

"Absolutely, it is," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "But that's precisely the point." "What do you mean? I'm not comfortable with this," she retorted. He let out a frustrated sigh, the tension evident in his tone.

"You're not comfortable?" He asked, his eyes still fixed on her reflection. "You won't mind if other men steal a glance," she teased, her smirk playful yet challenging. A sharp pang of jealousy surged through him at the image of another man admiring her beauty.

"No, I do mind." He said, his voice firmer. He took a step closer, towering over her.

"You're mine." He said, his tone possessive. "No one else gets to look at you like this."

"Then I will wear only the saree," she declared. He let out a deep sigh, caught in a whirlwind of frustration and longing.

He knew he shouldn't be feeling this possessive, yet he couldn't help it.

"Fine." He said, his voice begrudging. "You can wear a saree." "Don't worry, I won't waste this dres. I can wear it in private some other day."

He felt a mixture of relief and disappointment at her words. He wanted her to wear the dress in public, to show off her beauty to the world.

But also knew he wouldn't be able to handle other men looking at her.

"You promise?" He asked, his voice huskier than usual. " Well, yes, only because I like this dress, not for you". He couldn't help but roll his eyes at her words.

He knew she was stubborn, but he also knew he couldn't help but be drawn to her.

"Of course." He said, his voice slightly sarcastic. "Just for the dress."

As the party progressed, he was engaged in conversation when his attention was suddenly captured. She appeared at the top of the staircase, wearing a stunning blue organza saree with a shimmering silver border that flowed elegantly around her.

The English frill blouse added a modern twist to her traditional look. Her hair was styled in a neat bun on the left side, adorned with a single rose that enhanced her graceful appearance.

As she descended the stairs, he found himself momentarily speechless, completely entranced by her beauty.

The moment his gaze met hers, he was entranced.

She was breathtaking in a blue saree with a silver border that accentuated her curves, while the modern blouse added flair.

His heart raced, and he noticed the other men in the room, equally captivated by her stunning beauty.

Jealousy flared up within him, and he felt an overwhelming urge to possess her, to make her his own. He watched as she made her way over to him, trying to control his possessive urges.

He took a deep breath, trying to remain composed.

"You look... beautiful." He said, his voice huskier than usual.

"Thanks," He couldn't take his eyes off her, his gaze roaming over her curves.

He found himself wanting to reach out and touch her, but he knew that wouldn't be appropriate in public. Instead, he took a step closer.

"You're making quite an entrance." He murmured, his voice low.

"Ohh, I see. Doesn't this look better than that dress?" He felt torn between appreciating the way she looked in the saree and remembering the revealing gown she had worn earlier.

He cleared his throat, trying to keep his thoughts in check.

"You look stunning in both." He said honestly, his eyes roaming over her. She smiled for the first time. He felt a surge of satisfaction upon seeing her smile, his heart skipping a beat.

He couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked when she smiled.

"You should smile more often," he said, his voice a soft murmur in the lively atmosphere. "You don't let me easily," she retorted, a playful smirk on her lips.

"Can you blame me? You're so stubborn," he teased, chuckling at her response. As they mingled with the guests, he tried to focus on the conversations around them, but he found his gaze constantly drifting back to her, enchanted by the sparkle in her eyes amid the crowd.

"In a hall full of lords and ladies, she was the only crown he saw."

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