I realized something. I grab brown lipstick and draw around my soft lips.While I pressed my lips, spreading the lipstick even over my thick lips, I remembered his lips. desi sex Isn’t this a kind of cheating, seeing a stranger with my husband next to me?I pulled the small mirror from my handbag. We walked into the bride’s room filled with relatives, mostly cousins.The bride was dressed to kill. I comb my husband’s messy hair with my fingers, “It’s ok, hon. My husband knows that. I felt a nudge on my shoulder to come back to reality.Rachu nudged me to answer my phone, which was ringing. He was hidden from the view and watched my desperate search all along.The moment my eyes met with his, he smiled smugly, staring at me. I, too, love him for caring for me so much.
