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"But if I'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us"

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"No, that's too shiny," Maxwell said, scrunching his nose at the dress Delilah was trying out, which looked annoyingly itchy and way too shiny.

Currently, both of them were at a high-end Indian dress store, purchasing a dress for Delilah to wear at the ball being held tonight by one of the big shareholder's of Delilah's dad's company. They had no choice but to attend the ball; its not like they mind it, though. Rather, Delilah was very excited to meet new people, while Maxwell was excited to see Delilah in Indian clothes.

Its been more than an hour, and Delilah has tried more than 8 dresses, but Maxwell always kept finding faults in all the dresses, saying they were "too simple," "too much," etc. Normally, Delilah would have stopped listening to him, but she found herself secretly agreeing to everything he was saying.

It was almost as if she wanted to be dressed in a way that he liked, but she dismissed those thoughts as soon as they came.

After what felt like hours, she finally came out, and what he saw in front of him made his heart stop. It was as if his eyes were stuck to her and he could feel romantic music playing in his head. He felt the same way he felt on his wedding day when he saw her walking down the aisle wearing her wedding dress.

The dress was a long gown made of delicate white silk that flutters in the slightest breeze. It is trimmed with intricate golden threadwork along the neck and hems, adding a luxurious touch. The thin straps are adorned with golden beads and gems, echoing the opulent details of the dress. A delicate tulle overlay rests on the top of the dress, adding a light and airy vibe while revealing bits of the dress underneath. A delicate sheer panel drapes over the left shoulder, emphasizing the soft shape of the shoulder and neckline.

Maxwell was taken aback by the sight of his beautiful wife in a stunning Indian dress. He watched as her curves were accentuated by the dress, and the color complimented her perfect skin tone. His eyes were drawn to her sleek hair, and he couldn't help but marvel at her elegance. He was awestruck by the way she carried herself with grace and confidence, and he could feel his heart beating faster. 

She became increasingly anxious as she waited for him to say something, but he remained silent, his eyes fixed on her with a stare that was almost too intense. She had never seen him look at her like this before, and the longer the silence went on, the more nervous she became.

She struggled to read his expression, which remained stone-like, staring unflinchingly at her. It was as if time stood still, as all she could do was wait for him to address her. The tension in the air grew thicker, making her feel as if she couldn't breathe.

"F-fuck," he stumbled out, as if finally finding the words to truly express his thoughts. "It... You're perfect," he repeated, still in a daze but now his heart beating quicker. The urge to hug her suddenly became more prominent, as did the urge to hold her, touch her, and be near her. It overwhelmed him, and he felt his breath quicken as the urge became stronger.

"So... I'll finalize this dress," she responded nonchalantly, trying to act like it was no big deal to her, like she felt no butterflies in her stomach as he continued to look at her in that way that made her melt internally.

But her resolve was crumbling as she felt her face warm up, and she saw the look of admiration on his face, making her feel as if her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She felt like her resolve would crumble, as if all she could do was surrender herself to his admiration.

As they came out of the store after buying the dress, Delilah could feel her heart soften as Maxwell gently intertwined his fingers with her and held all the shopping bags in the other hand. He tried to act like he wasn't affected, but in reality, she could see him trying to control his smile and blush as they held hands and walked on the busy streets of Mumbai.

After reaching the hotel room, Delilah rushed into the bathroom to wash her face, then hurriedly unpacked all the accessories and clothing that she had gotten for the ball. Maxwell watched her from the bed, not bothering to pretend that he wasn't watching her. 

As she began to do her makeup, he watched her every movement, drinking in the sight of her. His eyes followed every gesture she made as she applied her makeup, unable to look away. His heart pounded in his chest, overwhelmed by the beauty of the woman in front of him.

"When does the party start?" she asked suddenly, breaking the tension that was formed in the room. 

"Around 6" he asked quietly, his eyes entirely focused on her face and the way her makeup brush was moving on her skin.

"And when do we need to leave?" She looked down at him, lying on their bed, enjoying watching her.

"We can leave at 6, Take your time getting ready, baby." His voice came out as gentle as he smiled softly at her. His eyes roamed over her form as she continued to get ready, taking in her delicate curves and exquisite beauty. "I'm in no rush," he promised, wanting to spend as much time as possible in her presence, drinking in her sight, and reveling in her flawless beauty.

She sighed and sat on the corner of the bed. "Maxwell." Her heart was beating so fast, but she managed to utter his name sternly. "We will leave at 5, okay?" She did not want to be late to the event and ruin their reputation in front of the hosts, but she knew he meant well when he told her that they could leave whenever she is fully ready.

He nodded and continued to watch her as she changed her clothes and came out again, once again taking in her stunning figure with his gaze. When she held tightly onto the top of her dress, he frowned slightly and asked, "Is something wrong?" His voice was gentle and concerned as he studied her face, unable to tear his eyes off her for even a moment.

"Can you please zip the top?" She asked nervously. This was intimate—way too intimate for her liking, as she felt him get closer to her back. She looked at them in the mirror right in front of her, and she felt her breath hitch in a way that had only happened because of him. She felt his fingers softly touch her back as he zipped up the top for her, and he even fixed it properly on her so she was comfortable. Delilah knew that he didn't know a thing about Indian dresses, but seeing him being so focused on adjusting the top for her, she felt herself smiling as she looked at them in the mirror.

"Thank you," she whispered softly as he looked up suddenly and watched them both in the mirror in front of them. He was focused on her, his eyes studying her beauty, unable to tear himself away from her. She felt his gentle hands slide off of her, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of butterflies in her stomach, overwhelmed by the sheer intimacy of this moment.

"Always," he whispered as he leaned down next to her cheek and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, making her gasp with surprise. He pulled away swiftly as he noticed the sound of her gasp, his lips curling up into a small smile. The touch of his lips on her cheek felt like a shock of electricity through her body, sending a jolt of pure pleasure and excitement all the way to her fingertips. She was speechless; all she could do was stare at him, unable to deny this spark of chemistry and intimacy between them.

He took her jewelry from the table and began to put her necklace on her sleek neck. Then he took her diamond earrings and turned her around, making her face him as he tilted her chin up with his finger. He put the earrings in her ears, brushing her hair out of her face as he did so. He leaned down and whispered, "You look absolutely stunning. If it was up to me, I would not let anyone see you, Delilah." The way he held her, brushed her hair, and complimented her made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

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After the long car ride from their hotel to the hotel in which the ball was being held, they entered the room hand in hand. The room was lavishly decorated, with gold accents and marble floors. Candles illuminated the room, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere.

As they walked in, Maxwell could feel Delilah's hand tighten around his, as if for support. It was clear to him that she was a little nervous, and he wanted nothing more than to reassure her and make her feel comfortable. He continued to hold her hand tightly as they walked further into the room.

As they were talking to one of the CEO's from another multinational company, Delilah thought she saw someone familiar walk by, but she wasn't very sure, so she just continued to hold her conversation along with Maxwell by her side. She tried not to let the distraction interrupt the flow of their conversation, yet she couldn't help but search for that familiar figure again, trying to figure out who exactly it was she had seen.

Suddenly, Delilah felt Maxwell's hands tighten around her, and the feeling of a firm grip startled and surprised her. She looked up, and her breath caught in her throat as she was confronted by the sight of someone she never thought she would see again. She couldn't believe her eyes as her gaze met his, and she instantly felt a rush of memories and emotions surge through her body.

"Damien,"

GUYS 905K+ READS WTFFF??? INSANE LITERALLY!! 

Okay Hi again! its been like half a year, I KNOW, and I have so many excuses, but that won't help anyways. 

Yes, I am very much alive just trying to survive my senior year of high school because, wtf?? I did not sign up for this.

I hope the chapter was nice, ngl I kind of forgot how to write. Anyways, do you like third pov's or should i change the next chapters to first povs instead?

Comment here if you wanna be reminded when the next chapter is up<3

Also please keep Palestine in your prayers. Jokes apart, it breaks my heart that it has been 75 fking days and still there are people that still support Israel?? I would like to put my platform to use and raise as much awareness as I can. Keep praying, protesting, posting and boycotting<3 Palestine will be free, Inshallah.

Until next time,

-Alishba♡