Asra stepped out of the changing room after trying the last set Ather had chosen for her. She was wearing a soft baby pink lace bra and matching panty under a silk robe the store provided. Her face was already flushed with embarrassment.
The two female staff members standing nearby couldn’t stop stealing glances at Ather.
He was standing tall and imposing right outside the changing area — arms crossed over his broad chest, sharp jawline, dangerously handsome face, and that cold, powerful aura radiating from him. Even in a lingerie boutique, he looked like he owned the entire mall. The staff girls were visibly blushing, their cheeks turning pink as they tried (and failed) to act professional.
One of them whispered to the other, “Oh my god… he’s so hot. Is he really her husband?”
The other girl nodded, fanning herself slightly. “The way he’s looking at her… I can’t even breathe properly.”
Asra noticed their reaction and felt a strange mix of shyness and jealousy. She walked closer to Ather and tugged at his sleeve gently.
“Sir… they are all staring at you,” she whispered, pouting a little. “And blushing…”
Ather glanced at the staff with his usual cold, indifferent expression. He didn’t care in the slightest. His attention was only on the small girl in front of him. He placed a possessive hand on her waist and pulled her closer.
“Let them stare,” he said arrogantly. “They can look at me all they want. But only one person gets to have me.”
He leaned down and kissed her forehead right there in front of everyone, making Asra’s cheeks burn even hotter. The staff members blushed harder, some of them quickly looking away.
Ather spoke to the staff in his deep, commanding voice without even glancing at them properly, “Pack everything we selected. Bras, panties, nightwear — all of it.”
“Yes, Sir!” both girls replied almost in unison, their voices slightly shaky as they hurried to pack the items.
Asra hid her face in Ather’s chest, feeling extremely shy. “Sir… everyone is looking at us,” she mumbled against his shirt.
Ather stroked her open silky hair with one hand while the other stayed firmly on her waist.
“Good. Let them see who you belong to, meri bacchi.”
Once everything was packed and billed (Ather paid without even checking the amount), he took the shopping bags in one hand and Asra’s hand in the other, leading her out of the store.
As they walked through the mall, Asra kept glancing back at the blushing staff and then up at Ather.
“Sir… you made them all nervous,” she said softly, half-teasing, half-complaining.
Ather smirked slightly and squeezed her hand.
“They should be. Because the only person allowed to blush in front of me… is you.”
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