The world lays at his feet but his world is her.
The king bows to no one except his queen.
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" How could I want anyone else when I am only because you are ? I exist for you just as I exist because of you Inayah "
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♡Arhaan's pov ♡
I am floating on a cloud.
No seriously I am floating on a cloud.
A gentle warmth spreads throughout my entire being. My heart feels light and vibrant, filled with an overwhelming sense of love and joy.
Every breath I take feels like a sweet caress, filling My lungs with invigorating energy.
This fucking pillow beneath me is so fucking soft.
I can sleep on it for an eternal slumber. Definitely asking Kamla Aunty from where she buys it.
I nudge myself into it more, and hear a soft moan the moment I do it. Weird. So so weird.
And It smells so fucking good, like what the heck. Something so sweet, Something which feels so close to home.
Why am I even taking about a fucking pillow?
My head moves a little and I feel a hand on the side of my head.
What?
I slightly open my eyes, Bright lights blinding them.
Groaning I lift my head up and my eyes are blessed with the most beautiful person sleeping in front of me.
What the fuck? I say a little dreamily.
Wait. What the actual fuck.
It- I was not sleeping on a fucking pillow.
Heat surged through my body. I was not sleeping on a pillow, rather on Inayah's chest.
Holy fuck.
We were not sleeping like we did yesterday, our legs were intertwined , my arms tightly wrapped around her waist. Inayah was still fast asleep, her hand laying softly on the back of my neck.
Somewhere in me, there is a typical teenager boy that tells me that this was the perfect moment to smirk like a complete moron.
My lips almost comply with that thought, but I push them back down before they can fanthom lifting.
Nonetheless, the facts were facts. I did had my face between her boobs.
Fuck this will sound so perverted but Inayah did have great fucking boobs. I am not exaggerating that I slept like a baby Between her girls. It felt like I was sleeping on a cloud.
Best. Sleep. Ever.
She slightly squirms beneath me and my grip gets tighter subconsciously.
She tries to wiggle again, her 5'4 height not being able to handle my 6'3 height and weight. But Mr Arhaan junior couldn't Handle all her squirming. And now I have got a very big problem downstairs.
Oh fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
I carefully remove my hands from her waist, she protests a bit and I am so still right now. I can't let her wake up. Removing one of her legs, I try to sit but when I hear her groan a little I dive to the other side of the bed. Falling flat on my chest. I quickly close my eyes pretending to sleep.
