After the makeup counter, Asra’s excitement continued as she spotted a section for western wear. She looked at Ather with pleading eyes.
“Sir… can I try some western dresses too?”
Ather, who had been watching her like a hawk the entire time, simply nodded. “Go ahead.”
Asra happily went through the racks and picked a few elegant yet modest western outfits — a soft off-shoulder midi dress, a cute crop top with high-waisted jeans, and a simple black bodycon dress. She tried them one by one and showed Ather each time. He approved most of them with short nods, though his eyes darkened noticeably when she came out in the bodycon dress.
After western wear, Asra wandered into the lingerie section almost by accident. Her cheeks turned pink as she realized where she was. She was about to turn back when Ather appeared right behind her, his tall frame casting a shadow.
“Sir… I think we should go,” she whispered shyly.
But Ather placed a hand on her lower back and guided her further inside. “You need new ones.”
Asra stood nervously in front of the bra section, picking up a few pretty pieces but looking confused. She had no idea about sizes — she had never shopped for these things properly before.
“Sir… I don’t know my size,” she admitted in a small, embarrassed voice, cheeks burning red.
Ather stepped closer, his body almost pressing against her back. He leaned down, lips brushing her ear as he spoke in a low, intimate voice only she could hear.
“32C,” he said calmly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Asra’s eyes widened in shock. She turned her head to look at him, completely flustered.
“H-How do you know that, Sir?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper, face turning deep crimson.
Ather’s hand slid possessively around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. His fingers traced lightly over her side.
“Because I know every inch of your body, butterfly,” he murmured darkly. “I’ve touched it. I’ve claimed it. I remember exactly how you feel in my hands.”
Asra shivered at his words, her heart beating wildly. She felt extremely shy and exposed even though they were in a public store.
Ather personally picked out several elegant and sexy bras in her exact size — some lacy, some soft cotton — and handed them to her along with matching panties. His expression remained cold and arrogant, but his eyes burned with dark desire.
“Try them,” he ordered quietly.
Asra nodded obediently, too embarrassed to argue, and went into the changing room. When she came out after trying one set, Ather was waiting right outside. He gave her a slow, approving look that made her knees weak.
“We’re buying all of them,” he declared.
Asra could only nod, clutching the clothes tightly while feeling extremely conscious under his intense gaze. The powerful, ruthless man who ruled her life even knew her bra size… and that realization made her feel both scared and strangely warm inside.
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