Everything I Wanted❤ |ONGOING|

Chapter 23

Danish (POV)-

I was a man of control , and after eight fucking years, I had finally found myself losing it.

I might stay away from women and not take interest in them, act as if I didn't care and ignore them like a plague because I was sorted enough .

But it all ceased to exist when she came into the picture.

I knew Kashvi was beautiful, the first day itself , she was fierce ,innocent and full of dramatics.

Everytime I looked in her direction she made me feel something primal , as if I looked other way she would disappear some where else.

The fire that burned in her eyes whenever she glared into my dark orbs pushed me to an edge that made me want to fight her even more.

And I wanted those flames all to myself because I was selfish,no doubt.

And I couldn't let her go away so easily.

She was a freaking privilege.

I never cared about a girl but her , cause she was breaking all my walls slowly and the irony was that she was unaware of her deeds.

She was staking her claim on me without even knowing that I had already claimed mine.
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I gripped the staring wheel tightly when I felt her staring at me from the corner of my eyes.

I was beyond pissed at myself , already when she stopped me earlier.

In the heat of the moment, I hadn't realised where I was taking everything.

She's not my backup like she had said.

Only if she had any clue.

The moment I dropped her at her parents place for the wedding, I knew how my week was going to turn into.

When I got back home at night, the mansion had felt eerily quite.

My room felt the absence of her voice, it felt too silent for my liking. Without listening to her ,my day felt incomplete.
There was no trace of her dark hair in my sight , her intoxicating smell in every corner I walked to, and her gaze which followed my every move intently.

Concluding the situation,  I was used to her . I cared for her and I surely missed her when she was away.

If there was a girl who had the potential to make me go to any extent for her , it would be Kashvi Danish Singhania.
My wife. The one I had told that I would never consider this relationship anything and end it within an year .

Little did I know how swiftly she would make me go weak and unstable on my decisions and leave me uncertain of what I even wanted at this point.

But I was never going to let her know this.

Because I didn't want risks anymore .

One was enough and it had changed me for good since last eight years.

" I don't want to go home," she mumbled and I nodded ,ignoring any further discussion.

I knew she wanted answers to a lot of questions which even I was unaware of , but one thing I've always seen in her eyes is a curiosity to know about my past.

It was as if she needed it .

She has always taken Alisha's name bitterly, thinking I did not had it figured in the first place.

But I wanted to keep her away from all of it , I never wanted to have her included in anything which concerned things which didn't matter anymore.

We both were not in a stable state to have a conversation anyway.