Page 51 of The Pursuit
I melted against him, revelling in the warmth and comfort of his arms.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I assured him. “My heart belongs to you, and you alone.”
Krish smiled and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. Suddenly, his eyes twinkled with mischief. He trailed his fingers along the exposed skin of my back, where the choli I was wearing had a daring backless design.
“Why is this choli backless?” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
I shivered at his touch, feeling a spark of electricity between us. “What can I say? You should ask Meher that. She gifted me this outfit, and you even approved it.”
Krish’s eyes darkened with a mix of desire and playful jealousy. “Had I known that it was going to expose your sexy back to Meher’s cousins out there, then I would never have approved.”
Finding his possessiveness endearing, I couldn’t resist leaning in and planting a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered, “At our wedding, I’ll give you the right to choose the outfit, and I wouldn’t mind if you married me in my bodyguard suit.”
Krish’s eyes widened with surprise. “I can’t believe you just talked about marriage,” he murmured.
“Why? Haven’t you?” I smiled, caressing his face tenderly.
A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together intimately.
“Of course I have,” he breathed, his lips brushing against mine. “In fact, I’ve even thought further than that...”
“Like?” I asked.
“Like what happens between us on our wedding night.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, patting his chest playfully to stop his teasing.
“You’re incorrigible,” I chided, though my heart swelled with love and anticipation.
Krish chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, and pulled me into a warm embrace, burying his face in the crook of my neck. We stood there, lost in each other’s arms, until Meher’s voice from the living room broke the spell. Not wanting her to see us like this, I pulled away.
“Stay alert at the event,” Krish said, “Anything suspicious, inform me,” he added before leading me out.
Meher met us in the living room, all ready to leave for the event. She looked me up and down, her eyes twinkling with approval. “I knew you’d look stunning in that outfit,” she declared. “So, ready to meet my handsome cousins?”
I shot Meher a warning look, silently pleading with her not to push her luck. She merely winked at me, clearly enjoying the opportunity to rile Krish up. She definitely sensed something happening between us, just like Krish suspected Ayaan knew too. Just then, Ayaan walked into the living room, and Meher made his way to him, reaching him halfway.
Krish remained by my side, his hand finding its way to the small of my waist, a subtle reminder of his presence and his claim on me.
“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, “I believe I owe you a proper punishment for tormenting me throughout until you are back tonight from the event.”
I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.
“Punishment? For what, exactly?”
Krish leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “For tempting me with your beauty, for driving me wild with desire, and for constantly reminding me of how lucky I am to have you.”
A shiver ran down my spine at the promise in his words, and I couldn’t resist the urge to tease him further.
“And what did you have in mind, Director?”
His eyes darkened with a smoldering intensity that set my heart racing.
“Oh, I have a few ideas,” he murmured, his fingers trailing along the exposed skin of my arm. “But you’ll have to wait and see.”
With a wink and a smirk, he turned and walked away, leaving me breathless with anticipation. Did Krish really meant what he just said?
