Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

What Taste Is This?

Dirga returned to the room and found Dhatu who was fast asleep. He smiled at the woman who was finally able to rest without him. Maybe he was the one who tortured the woman too much, so he could not fall asleep. He knows, their togetherness is not easy for Dhatu, as well as for him. There was a forced gulf present between them, no one could pass through. Must stay in place so that no one gets hurt.

Dirga walked over, then laid down slowly beside the woman. He tilted his body and observed the innocent face of Dhatu. In fact, the woman's face was quite beautiful, with round eyes, a pointed nose, and also small lips that looked tempting. Only, the appearance of the woman was too simple, making-up was rare, so not many eyes were aware of the beauty of the woman before him. It felt like Dirga was stepping over the abyss they created, negating the distance that distanced. Can he do all that?

Regardless of what pushed Dirga, he now thinned the distance between their faces, scanned each side of the woman's face and unconsciously had his lips pressed against Dhatu's lips. His heart was pounding erratically, foreign vibrations permeating his bath, sending out a strange taste that ruled the heart. Long his lips were there, not moving at all, timid Dhatu woke up and angry because he was presumptuous to steal the woman's kiss. If they are a couple who married for love, maybe he does not feel as afraid as this tasting the lips of a woman who is indeed his legal wife.

A second later, Dirga distanced her face. He looked back at Dhatu's face. Why did he ignore Dhatu? Maybe because his request makes Dhatu a shadow makes him unable to realize the advantages of the woman. He should have let Dhatu walk by his side from the beginning, not just behind, so that he could realize such a precious thing. Dirga smile. I don't know what that woman did to him?

Slowly all the attitude of Dhatu who always served him patiently, doing his duty as a wife, made Dirga began to pay attention to him. Strange, how could he realize a shadow he shouldn't have cared about? Is it really so great the influence of habituation on one's heart?

"You're weird, Tu," he murmured softly. He linked his fingers between Dhatu's fingers, before long drowsiness picked him up. Her vulnerability made her feel comfortable on her side, something she never got from anyone else. It was as if he had found a place to go home and the warmth he had long sought. I don't know, it should be called what this raging feeling is. To be sure, he was getting used to the presence of Dhatu. Dhatu who made his heart start to calm when they were together.

Minutes by minutes passed. Dhatu opened his eyes slowly, then his gaze shifted to the hand that felt someone grasped. Their hands are intertwined, whether since when and do not know who started it. Smiles were engraved on both corners of Dhatu's lips, then he set his eyes on Dirga who looked to be fast asleep, visible from the man's regular breathing. He was like an innocent boy, innocent and adorable. Dhatu's gaze fell on Dirga's thin lips which somehow seemed so seductive. Dhatu ventured to touch the man's face with his free hand. The foreign tremor made his hand tremble as it landed on the man's cheek. It was too beautiful to be just a dream that would soon disappear once he woke up from sleep. I wish I had never woken up if this was all a dream.

Some days they slept together, but not once did Dhatu dare to look at the man. He often keeps their positions, backs facing each other. Now he knows, staring at the innocent face of the man is dangerous for his heart health. From then on his heart could not be calmed.

His hands gently stroked Dirga's face, not wanting the man to wake up because of his touch, then his fingers carelessly touched Dirga's lips, rubbing her carefully. Dhatu gulped with difficulty, wanting to taste how the lips of the man who had been legitimate as her husband. Surprisingly, the legitimate relationship between them, unable to make him feel possessed, to not dare to touch the man.

I don't know which demon possessed Dhatu. Unknowingly his lips had already stuck to Dirga's lips. His heart felt like dislodging, racing wildly, until shortness of breath. A second later Dirga opened her eyes while Dhatu's lips were still attached to hers. Dhatu was about to pull his head away, but Dirga prevented it. He moved his lips, devoured Dhatu's lips, a gesture of tenderness that made Dhatu's lips follow the rhythm that the man offered. His eyes were closed enjoying the kiss that made his heart feel like it was going to explode.

Dirga releases their kisses when they feel that Dhatu will be out of breath. The breaths of the two hunted down, their foreheads clinging to each other. Dirga hands cupped both cheeks Dhatu. The hearts of both are troubled, the passion wants to be released, but consciousness slowly begins to take over.

"Sorry, I was ... I mean .. anu ..." really Dhatu didn't know what to do.

"I'm enjoying our kiss." Dirga stared into Dhatu's bead, "this is your first time?"

Dhatu's cheeks are hot. This was the first time he had acted determinedly, the first time he had first kissed the lips of the opposite sex, and also felt a hot kiss that made his heart churn. His heart was pounding again. He did have lovers several times, but their relationship was never this deep. Just hold hands and a brief kiss on the lips or cheeks, but not him who starts all the touches. Dhatu has never been this determined.

"What's so visible? Stiff?"

Dirga. "You want to teach me?"

Dirga's words increasingly make both cheeks Dhatu heat up, he released Dirga's hand on his cheek. Wanting to drown in the excitement created, but the fact that the man had another woman waiting in their town made Dhatu give up. He was afraid he could no longer control himself. He also did not want to do what was actually his duty as the legitimate wife of Dirga without feeling among them. Doing the must is really hard.

"We should not be lulled," said Dhatu smiling softly, "your eyes are on the others" he continued as he got out of bed.

Dirga was fixated, staring at the sad back of Dhatu who had disappeared behind the bathroom door. He felt his chest tight. Can one heart be able to love two different people at the same time? Dirga. It is impossible that his feelings are love. They were simply carried away, there was no way a feeling was present among those who were forced to be together.