ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT

23. I can look at my wife all I want!

Mayura's hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her dress, her eyes darting up to meet Abhimaan's gaze. He stood across the room, his piercing stare fixed on her, his eyes burning with intensity.

She felt a flutter in her chest, her heart racing with a sudden excitement. Abhimaan's gaze didn't waver, his eyes tracing every curve of her face, every strand of her hair. Mayura's blush deepened, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

The air was heavy with tension, the silence between them palpable. Abhimaan's eyes seemed to see right through her, to the very soul of her being. Mayura's breath caught, her lips parting slightly, as if inviting him to come closer.

The room faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of each other's eyes. Abhimaan's gaze was a gentle caress, a soft whisper of admiration, and Mayura's heart responded, beating faster, pounding harder.

Time stood still, the moment suspended in eternity, as Abhimaan's eyes devoured every inch of her beauty, and Mayura's soul surrendered to his love.

Mayura's curiosity finally got the better of her, and she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "Why are you looking at me like that, Abhimaan?"

Abhimaan's smile was devastatingly charming, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "My wife," he said, his voice low and husky, "I can look at you all I want. You're mine, and I can't get enough of your beauty."

Mayura's blush deepened, her cheeks flushing a vibrant pink. She couldn't help but smile, her heart skipping a beat at his possessive words.

As they sat down to breakfast, the tension between them was palpable, but it was no longer awkward. Instead, it was a sweet, playful energy, like the hum of a harp string. They teased each other, their banter light and easy, like a gentle summer breeze.

Abhimaan stole glances at Mayura, his eyes lingering on her face, her hair, her lips. Mayura giggled, her eyes sparkling with mirth, as she tried to focus on her breakfast.

The servants, too, noticed the change in the king. He was more relaxed, more at ease, his smile more frequent. They exchanged knowing glances, their faces creasing into happy smiles. The queen had brought joy to their king, and they were grateful for it.

As they finished their meal, Abhimaan reached out, his fingers brushing against Mayura's. She felt a jolt of electricity, her heart racing with excitement. The king's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity, and Mayura knew that this was just the beginning .

Mayura turned to leave, but Abhimaan's grip on her hand tightened, his fingers intertwining with hers. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice low and playful.

Mayura tried to pull her hand free, laughing. "Abhimaan, I'm just going to my car. I can drive myself, really."

But Abhimaan wasn't having it. "Oh, no, no, no. I'm dropping you off today. You're not going anywhere without me."

Mayura rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing. "Abhimaan, you're the King. You can't just drop me off like a normal person. You'll be noticed!"

Abhimaan's grin was mischievous. "So what if I'm noticed? I'm the King, and I can do what I want. Besides, I want to spend more time with you."

Mayura tried to reason with him. "But think about the security, the protocol...it's not worth the risk."

Abhimaan's grip on her hand only tightened. "I'm not listening, Mayura. You're my wife, and I'll do what makes me happy. And right now, that's dropping you off at your destination."

Mayura's laughter was music to his ears. "You're impossible, Abhimaan!"

Abhimaan's eyes sparkled with amusement. "That's it , let's go , Jaana."