The sudden change in Priyank’s demeanour caught Priya off guard. Just moments ago, they were trying the dresses, and now he was behaving in a way she hadn’t anticipated.
“I have hands, even if I’m tired, I can help myself,” Priya responded, trying not to provoke him but rather to assert herself with her words, refraining from physical contact.
She couldn’t understand how he could suddenly turn into a pervert whenever he felt like it, especially when they were out shopping together.
It was a complete waste of time and utterly embarrassing for her.
“Sweetheart, I told you we have a lot more shopping to do, so don’t worry. I can certainly help with this; your hands don’t need to do all the work when your soon-to-be husband can lend a hand,” Priyank said softly, gently taking her another hand in his.
Her hand felt so soft and small in his, making him realise how rough his own hands felt in comparison.
He felt as though Priya’s delicateness was something he wanted to savour and enjoy, like plucking a delicate flower from a tree.
Some flowers weren’t meant to remain on the tree, and that’s how he felt about Priya. She was delicate, but she was made for him to cherish and enjoy every aspect of her being.
He couldn’t shake off the desire to unravel every bit of delicacy within Priya, to explore every nuance of her being.
“I don’t think you have to help, because I can totally help myself. Please sit back and let me check out the dresses,” Priya rolled her eyes, feeling irritated by his efforts to undress her.
She doesn’t know about other things, but clearly she is sure about one, that he likes seeing her naked. That’s why he bathed her, and did that disgusting thing to her last time.
Remembering it, she felt it in her bones, and never wanted to experience that feeling again, no matter what.
“Then don’t complain that you’re tired, because I already offered help. If you don’t want it, then I don’t think you should blame me,” Priyank answered, dropping her hand and taking a few steps back.
Of course, he was teasing her. He wouldn’t change her clothes here, knowing how embarrassed she would feel. But if she agreed, he clearly wouldn’t mind taking his time with her.
He settled back onto the couch and summoned the saleswoman.
She hurried inside at his call, selecting several party dresses and bringing them over to Priya.
Priya began trying them on one by one, emerging from the changing room each time to show him.
“No, it’s just not flattering.”
“It’s unattractive.”
“Too dull.”
“Not fitting right.”
“The colour doesn’t suit you.”
After trying on more than ten dresses and finding none that Priya liked, she grew increasingly weary and frustrated.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing this deliberately because she had refused his earlier offer of help.
The tension between them simmered as Priya’s frustration piled up. She couldn’t help but wonder if his criticisms were fueled by their previous disagreement over his insistence on helping her.
Priya’s annoyance grew with each dismissal of her choices.
As she stood in the dressing room, surrounded by rejected dresses.
Her body ached, but she couldn’t show it, fearing he’d use it as an opportunity to offer his unwanted assistance once again.
She slipped into the last dress, a white straight gown that struck the perfect balance between elegance and modesty, accentuating her curves without revealing too much.
Emerging from the changing room, she braced herself for his reaction. If he rejected this dress, she’d lose her patience; she had no energy or inclination to try on more.
He had insisted they had more shopping to do, but if he continued wasting time here, she doubted she’d have the energy to go anywhere else.
The exhaustion weighed heavily on her, having already tried on over twenty dresses in total-ten for the wedding and now over ten for the party look.
Priyank’s gaze lingered on her, his admiration evident as the red colour of the dress captivated him. Feeling himself grow aroused, he couldn’t help but think how irresistible she looked in red-it suited her perfectly.
Priya sensed Priyank’s gaze lingering on her, and she felt a mixture of discomfort and frustration. She had hoped for his approval, but his reaction only increase her confusion.
As she stood there, waiting for his verdict, to get over this .
“How does it look?” Priya asked, breaking the silence.
She couldn’t endure the weight of the dresses any longer; they felt like a burden, especially compared to the comparatively lighter wedding gown she’d soon wear.
Despite her fondness for the red dress she wore, its heaviness threatened to overwhelm her, making her fear she might collapse on the floor and embarrass herself.
“I like it. No, I fucking love it. It’s devouring,” Priyank commented, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe, taking in every inch of her.
It felt as though he was devouring her with his eyes, igniting a desire within him to tear the dress from her body and fulfil the carnal urges that consumed his mind.
His words sent a shiver down Priya’s spine, his intensity overwhelming her despite her efforts to remain composed.
“So, is this the final decision?” Priya asked, seeking reassurance.
“Yeah, this is it. Final!! Fuck,” he affirmed, his choice of language making Priya inwardly cringe.
‘You don’t have to swear so much,’ Priya thought to herself, puzzled by his unnecessary use of coarse language. If he liked the dress so much, couldn’t he express his approval in a more respectful manner?
Priya couldn’t help but feel unsettled by his brash language, wondering why he felt the need to express himself in such a coarse manner.
“Have this dress packed,” he instructed the saleswoman before turning to Priya. “I’ll be at the counter, sweetheart. Change back into your own clothes,” he said, then left.
Relieved, Priya sighed and retreated to the changing room. As she slipped back into her original outfit, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders.
“Follow me, ma’am,” the saleswoman guided her towards the counter, and Priya followed, feeling lighter with each step.
‘Hope this is over soon’