𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
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Is man one of God's blunders, or is God one of man's blunders?
• V I R A J •
The sun filtered through the window, casting a soft ethereal glow upon me. I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning as the rash sunlight hit my face directly.
"Close the window, Yuvika," I murmured, hoping she would hear and do as I asked. But minutes passed, and still, nothing happened. It was unusual, just like Yuvika. If I could utter anything, she would have done it before I even said it a second time.
Then, I heard the loud bell voices, and my eyes snapped open. If there was a bell, it meant it was already eight. My eyes fluttered as I took in my surroundings, frowning and sighing.
I found myself in my study, just like so many other nights when I ended up falling asleep while working. My muscles were sore as I gazed at the table, where papers were scattered about. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle upon me.
As I picked up each paper from the table, I took my time to carefully place them in the file. With my phone in hand, I scrolled through the remaining emails, making sure not to miss any important ones. Finally, I made my way towards the door, only to find it locked from the inside. It dawned on me that I must have fallen asleep in the study instead of my bedroom. If only the door hadn't been locked, Yuvika would have surely come to disturb me.
With a sigh, I unlocked the door and stepped out, my eyes catching a glimpse of her adorned in a resplendent red saree, which was a sight to behold. Her lustrous ebony locks cascaded down her back, intertwining with delicate jasmine flowers. The saree, intricately woven with golden threads, embraced her slender frame, accentuating her every curve. With each step, she exuded an aura of grace, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those fortunate enough to witness her ethereal beauty.
As her eyes slowly opened, they sparkled like countless stars scattered across the vast night sky. Her eyes landed on the heavenly statue of Lord Ganesha. With utmost reverence, she held the thali in her hands, adorned with vibrant colors and delicate flowers, and began to move it in graceful circles, offering her heartfelt prayers and seeking the blessings.
I turned my head away from her, admiring her intense devotion. Approaching our room, I entered and was welcomed right away by the alluring aroma of roses filling the space. Her signature scent never failed to pique my interest; it was always sensual and alluring. My eyes were drawn to the bed, where a suit had been thoughtfully laid out for me to wear, accompanied by my purse, watch, and socks, all neatly arranged in perfect order. It was as if she had anticipated my every need.
Taking hold of the towel placed on the bed, I made my way towards the bathroom, where the lingering scent of her favorite body wash still hung in the air. It was a scent that had become intertwined with my own, a beautiful reminder of us. As I reached for the tap, I noticed her black rubber band delicately tied around it I smiled. On my rack, her shampoo and conditioner stood side by side,And there, hanging on the hanger, was the wet towel she had used earlier.
