Inside the luxurious designer section of the mall, Asra’s eyes were sparkling with excitement. She moved from one rack to another, carefully touching the soft fabrics, her long skirt swaying and jhumkas making soft tinkling sounds with every step.
Ather sat on a plush black sofa in the VIP private viewing area of the high-end boutique, legs crossed, looking every bit like a king observing his kingdom. His sharp gaze never left Asra. One of his bodyguards stood discreetly nearby, but Ather had told the staff to keep other customers away from this section.
Asra picked up a beautiful deep green lehenga and turned toward him with a bright, hopeful smile.
“Sir, how is this one?” she asked, holding it against her body. “It looks pretty, right?”
Ather leaned back slightly, his dangerous eyes slowly roaming over her. He gave a small nod.
“Try it on.”
Asra blushed but nodded happily and disappeared into the changing room. A few minutes later, she came out wearing the rich green lehenga. The short choli top accentuated her small waist while the heavy skirt flowed beautifully. She twirled once in front of him, open hair dancing around her.
“Sir… how am I looking?” she asked again, in that same innocent, child-like voice, seeking his approval.
Ather’s jaw tightened. She looked breathtaking — innocent yet incredibly tempting. He didn’t speak immediately, just stared at her with dark, intense eyes.
“Come here,” he finally commanded.
Asra walked closer until she stood right in front of him. Ather reached out, his large hand resting on her waist, pulling her even closer between his legs. His thumb traced the bare skin of her midriff exposed by the lehenga choli.
“You look too good,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Too pure for a place like this.”
Asra bit her lip, feeling shy under his burning gaze. “Then… should I try something else, Sir?”
“No,” he replied instantly. “We’re buying this one. And the pink one you tried earlier. Pick whatever else you like.”
Asra’s face lit up with joy. She leaned down without thinking and placed a quick, soft kiss on his cheek — like a happy child thanking her father.
“Thank you, Sir!”
She immediately went back to browsing more clothes, completely unaware of how dangerously Ather’s eyes darkened with possessiveness as he watched her move around happily.
He sat there the entire time — cold, silent, and powerful — while his little wife enjoyed her shopping spree. Every time she came back to show him a new outfit, he would simply nod or give short commands.
But deep inside, the ruthless mafia boss was already imagining peeling every single dress off her the moment they returned home.
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