Mina's SNS Index: 1/24 NEW Dheera TS 'Disclosure' p4

When Ahem saw Gopi that morning, it was all he could do to keep his mouth shut. His jaw was at risk of dropping to the floor, and only his teeth-gritted determination kept him from doing something foolish like grabbing her by her too-visible trim waist.

Her teal lace kameez hugged every curve of her figure, which, after eight years and two pregnancies, was far lusher than he remembered. Her silky hair fell past her shoulders. It did strange things to his stomach to see her tresses unbound as she stood in front of everyone in the hall; before, she'd always had her hair braided and covered by her pallu when outside of their room.

There was no question about it, Gopi had changed. The only thing that looked the same about her was the bold, wide streak of sindoor on her maang. Even her mangal sutra was different - simpler than the ones he'd put on her, in any of their three ceremonies. It was almost like she was someone else's wife.

Ahem ignored the shock of revulsion that coursed through him at that thought. It shouldn't matter to him if, some day, she did become someone else's wife. For the moment, she was still his. And no matter how delectable she suddenly looked, he didn't want her.

Which is what he kept telling himself every time he caught sight of her that day, looking damnably touchable at every turn.