LOVING ACP SIR - PART 2

Agathiyan's POV

I was almost lulled to sleep waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom. The downpour outside had eased into a soft, rhythmic drizzle, a soothing backdrop to my growing drowsiness. My eyes flitted to the clock on the wall-it had been well over an hour. Madam still wasn't out. I yawned deeply, the weight of the day pulling at me, and for a moment, I considered abandoning my plan of convincing her tonight. Perhaps it would be better to join my daughters in their cozy slumber, nestled together in the bed, and deal with everything tomorrow. Just as I was on the verge of surrendering to sleep, the bathroom door creaked open.

There she was. She stepped out, her slender figure wrapped securely in a towel, another towel meticulously twisted around her wet hair. A faint wisp of steam followed her into the room, carrying with it the delicate fragrance of shampoo and soap. I was right-she'd taken a head bath. She paused for a moment and cast a tender glance toward the bed, her eyes scanning our daughters. She seemed to check that neither was precariously close to the edge of the bed or tangled in the side rails. Satisfied that they were both sleeping peacefully, she released a soft sigh and walked toward her wardrobe.

But then...she didn't even acknowledge me. Did she not see me sitting here, watching her? Or was she pretending I wasn't here at all? The thought simmered in my mind as I leaned forward slightly, scrutinizing her calm demeanor. Unable to contain my curiosity, I pushed myself up from the couch and followed her into the walk-in wardrobe.

Leaning against the doorway, I crossed my arms and observed her. She reached for a small box, her brows furrowing in confusion as she opened it. I couldn't help but wonder what was inside. My curiosity was short-lived, though, as the answer unfolded before me-she was carefully deciding which nose ring to wear. Oh, she was changing her nose pin. A faint smile tugged at my lips as a memory floated to the surface-the first nose ring I had ever bought for her, which also happened to be my first gift to her.

Just then, she picked up that very same nose ring, her lips curving into a shy smile. I knew instantly that she was likely thinking about the same moment I was. That small gesture of hers stirred something warm within me. Suddenly, a thought struck, and I frowned slightly. Patting the pocket of my pants, I let out a breath of relief when I felt my wallet. I took it out and opened it, revealing a cherished family photo-me, her, and our daughters, all smiling together. My heart swelled as I gazed at it, but then my fingers moved instinctively to the photo tucked behind it, the one I treasured most.

It was one of my favorites, a single snapshot that captured something only she could manage to create. I didn't know how many tries it had taken her to get that perfect shot, but the effort had been worth it. I pressed a gentle kiss to the photograph, savoring the memory, before lifting my gaze back to her. She had just finished adorning herself with the nose ring, and my eyes trailed involuntarily to her collarbone, searching for the little tattoo etched there.

But I couldn't spot it. She was standing sideways, her hand resting near her neck, and the delicate chain of her Thali hung prominently in place, obscuring the view. The sight of it, shining against her damp skin, stirred a possessive pride in me. Draped only in her towel, with the Thali resting at her neck, she was a vision-a reminder that every part of her, heart and soul, was undeniably mine. All mine.

Arghhhh Fuck my wife......

"Okay, control yourself, Agathiya," I murmured under my breath. "You're going to do exactly that, so just calm down and watch." I fixed my gaze on her as she paced back and forth, rummaging through her wardrobe in search of something to wear. She opened one section, only to make a displeased face. With visible disinterest, she moved to another compartment, opened it, and inspected its contents with a frown. After a moment of pause, she shook her head in disappointment. Clearly, madam wasn't satisfied with those options either.

Wait-wasn't that the section with her kurtis? My curiosity piqued as she shifted to yet another section of the wardrobe. This time, my eyes lit up. Of course! It was her saree section. The moment her hand touched the fabrics, a smile of satisfaction spread across her face. Her fingers caressed the sarees with an unmistakable admiration-something I never fully understood. She had an undeniable fondness for sarees, and her process of selecting one was nothing short of meticulous. She never picked one at random. No, for her, choosing a saree was almost ceremonial, a task that demanded deliberation and care. I wouldn't be surprised if the minimum time she spent selecting one was a solid three hours. When it came to sarees, her reconsiderations and dilemmas far outweighed any other decision she had to make.

She finally picked a blue saree. Wait a minute-what shade was it exactly? The name would sound similar to an animal, isn't it? Tortoise? No no, that's not it. Oh, turquoise! Yes, that's the one-a turquoise saree with a thin dark blue border. And no, I am absolutely not going to dive into the depths of my mind to figure out what that colour is officially called again. Turquoise will do just fine.

Oh, wait...why is she biting her lower lip while picking up that saree? I looked closer and discovered the reason right away, she didn't took any panties or a bra. I could see where this was heading. I took a deep breath when she returned and stood in front of the mirror again. She set the saree aside and smiled at herself.

Wait, did she truly not notice I was here? Her calm, unbothered demeanor made me second-guess myself. Should I announce my presence, make her aware that I was standing right here watching her every move? Or was this all intentional-her playful way of teasing me, knowing full well I wouldn't be able to resist her charm?

I lingered in my thoughts, but the answer came quicker than I expected, cutting through the haze of my questions. Without warning, a towel sailed through the air, landing squarely on my face. The soft, damp fabric clung to me for a moment, carrying with it her signature mix of soap and shampoo.

"Alright, Agathiya, get ready... it's going to be a loooong night," I muttered to myself.

Author's Note

Thanks for not considering target people....

Anyway for past 3 days wattpad web and app is testing my patience it still the web page isn't working at all....

I typed it in scrollstack and copied that and now pasting it in app because... Typing in wattpad app is also not happening as it get closed suddenly and what ever I type down disappears I don't want to rely on this till wattpad sort out the issues...

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