Hello guys! So being the cosmetic and make up lover, I bought a lipstick. Guess what I got?

Nah! I know you can't guess that. Or did you?

Well, let me tell you! On the lipstick, it was written "All About The Pout!"

Reading that, I screamed out a loud! Not because it scared me or something, but because an idea hit my messy brain! A story idea! 😄😄😄😄😄

So,Scroll down!

Pardon please if you find it boring or unpleasant.😑😑

{English translations are provided for all the Hindi dialogues}

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Avni stood near the dressing table, her hands on her waist, she swayed to and fro slowly, as if checking out her own self in the mirror.

Not satisfied with her looks, she applied some lipstick on her already pink lips. Putting on the slightest of blush, she looked again in the mirror.

"Kahan jane ka plan hai meri wifey?" Neil asked, looking at her from top to bottom. Clad in a pretty lemon coloured saree, with the slightest of make up and a dark pink lipstick, she looked breathtakingly beautiful.
("Where are you planning to go wifey?")

She turned around to face him, irritated and annoyed,"Jahannum jarahi hun ! Chalo gay?"
("I am going to hell! Will you come along?")

"What? Are you alright Avni?" Neil asked, a bit concerned now.

He stepped forward. Taking her delicate shoulders in his hands, he asked,"What happened?"

"I am trying to look beautiful." She sighed, calming down a bit.

He smiled sheepishly. "You already are."

"I mean... I mean I want to capture a picture of mine. A selfie. And my pout isn't good at all!" She spat out, fidgeting.

He pressed his lips together, trying hard to control his laughter but he couldn't.

"Tum hans rahe ho?" She questioned, not wanting an answer to that. ("You're laughing?")

"I am sorry but you have forced me to laugh!" He replied amidst his giggles.

"Neil."She called out.

"Hmm.?" He managed to speak.

"You were staring those girls in the party yesterday."

His laughter came to a halt,"Which girls? And from where did they come in between?"

"The were always in between." She stated, albeit sternly.

"They were taking selfies and I saw you noticing their pouts. So I just wanted to look like them!" She continued, frowning.

"Wifey..Wifey.. Wifey! You okay na? I wasn't 'staring' at them. And I was clearly not observing their oh so beautiful pouts!" He explained, making weird faces.

"Munh na banao aur baatein bhi na banao. I know you well." She spoke, irritatingly. ("Don't make faces and don't try to cover up.")

"Oh come on Avni."

"Oh come on Neil. You made me insecure."

"Sorry." He apologized making her grin widely

"Yehi tou mein chahti thi. Sorry! I wanted to hear a sorry from these oh so irresistable lips." She laughed, not realizing what she said. ("This is exactly what I wanted.")

He smirked, looking at her face. Her expressions changed right when the realization hit her. He pulled her closer by her waist, his eyes fixed on her lipstick stained lips.

"Make a pout." He said, sounding like a commander.

"What?" She managed to speak, confusion pouring out from her eyes.

"Do as I said."

"N..no. No. Neil. I.. Noooo." She tried her best to not fumble.

"Do." His words were clear.

"No," was all she could utter.

"Do or else I will tell everyone that you were trying to seduce me." He spoke, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck.

"Haww! I. Was. Not." She stated, trying to not drown in his scent.

"As you wish." He left her, turning around to go and act upon his threat.

"No. Please. Okay. I mean I am pouting."
She stopped him, turning him around.

He smiled,"That's like my girl."

He again yanked her to him, squeezing her waist. His thumbs drew random patterns on her skin, making her go weak on her knees.

She managed to gather her lips together and shape them in a circle.

Her breathe was laboured as he observed her, or better say her lips keenly.

She tried to look at her own pout but all she could see was her nose.

She literally forgot to blink when she found him kissing her lips senselessly.

Her lips were still a pout, and she was like a statue. He was sucking, nibbling, and kissing her pout while all she could do was hold her breathe.

Melting in his hold, she slowly began to bring her lips back to their place and smiled in between the kiss as his lips lingered around hers.

She brought her lips close to his and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing him backwards. He fell on the bed with her on top of him. They didn't break the kiss, instead it grew passionate.

Finally pulling back, they looked at each others' dishevelled state. Damn! They looked thoroughly kissed. He kissed her right cheek, then her left and she turned red all over again, still resting upon him.

"If I knew life would give me so many colours I would have asked you to pout the whole day." He teased her, considering the different hues she was in.

She hid her face in his chest, hugging him as close as possible.

"And it's all about the Pout, right wifey?" He asked, kissing the corner of her lips.

"Yes. It's all about the POUT! I never thought my try to pout would make you kiss me." She spoke, rubbing his cheeks.

He flicked her nose with his and smiled. Her eyes traveled to the lipstick on his lips, obviously hers. Much to his surprise, she licked the lipstick on his lips, forcing him to smash his lips on hers again.

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So, how was it? Up to the mark or not? Sorry if it was boring. Just a piece of my imagination.

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Priya