Siblings who had solace in the presence of each other, get trapped in the web of fate and luck, embark on their saga how they battle through the game of destiny called life, shielding each other from any problem hurled towards them.
This twenty seve...
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Taut body lifed up itself, hands and toes pinned on the floor. Few sweat beads dropping in the process, the butterflies in Niharika's stomach, fluttered. With every push-up of Agastya, his wife, found her breaths deeper and deeper. A heave escaped her mouth, when her hotter than the sun husband stood up, with just black joggers and same coloured sport shoes on his body. She could feel the heat all over her face, her light brown eyes enlarged as she gazed at his abs, toned chest, his muscular biceps, his veiny forearm, Adam's apple that bobbled up and down when he drank water, his long fingers gripping the black bottle tightly, he adored multiple rings in his right hand, their wedding band in his left. He had a pearl ring along with other gemstones. Her head shook he had to wear a pearl ring, his anger issues often came.
"Done ogling?" Niharika startled from the deep, husky voice of his. Oh damn, he saw her gazing at him. Averting her eyes, she checked the house's gym room and jiggled her at head, "No. I wasn't checking you." Being the horrible lair she was, she giggled to cover her nervousness.
A smug smile appeared momentarily on his handsome face, Agastya, raised a brow, "take a picture it would last longer."
Niharika's sight travelled to him, her mouth parted, she couldn't believe ears, did he seriously said that cliche line. The multi billionaire- managing director- said such words, thinking of responding back with the only reply that suited this line was, 'I've seen better,' though it wasn't the truth, she hadn't seen a better specimen than him. But she would have lost the argument if she didn't respond with a more savage counter back, all ready to say this, a realisation hit her, she wasn't standing in front of a random guy, but in front of her husband.
"No, I just came here to ask, what would you like to have for breakfast?" She bit her lip, and mentally gave herself an applause for finding a good counter.
"Here the maids and chefs are very well aware of the things I would like to have for breakfast, so you don't need to worry about what I prefer to eat and cooking it." Giving her the last look, Agastya went to the shelf with weights in it, picking up two, hundred kilograms dumbbells in each his hands, he worked out with them.
"The chef is on leave." Niharika silently face palmed, with at least twenty five something staff members and a team of chefs, with most of them staying in his staff quarters, they all could never be absent on a same day. Without even turning his face towards her. Agastya shook his head, his broad back, made her want to run her fingers on it, caressing and feeling it. Running into his arms to feel all safe.
"Then ask Roshni." He spoke, putting on his t-shirt, he headed to the door, "tell someone to clean the gym." Adding, he soon was out of her sight.
"Then ask Roshni." Her heel stomped on the wooden floor, she mimicked what he said before leaving. "Why why would I ask her? I asked you. So you tell what you want to eat. I don't even want to know what your so called sister what like to have." She muttered, heart heavy with sadness, anger weighted her voice.
