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Shayra kept all her hair on one side as the make-up artist finished her make-up; her nails were done; her heels were waiting for her as she took her sweet time in getting ready.

“You look, beautiful man,” the make-up artist told her as she smiled and nodded; she is waiting for someone else’s jaw to drop.

The only compliment she is seeking is his, her husband’s.

Everything was finished so the make-up artist took her to leave; Shayra had just stepped into her heels as her eyes fell on Yash who was leaning against the door.

He whistled at her as she smiled; her red lips made him want to kiss her badly.

“Let’s cancel the party,” Yash whispered against her skin as he kissed her neck; his arms encircled around her waist.

She chuckled as she looked at him through the mirror; “I am tempted too, you look hot in black,” She said as she turned around and kept her arms on his shoulder.

Yash started to move a little as Shayra moved along with him; they were having their own priva