TANGLED WITH YOU~Destined Love

3|•Sleeping on the same bed

"What...you first told me these two don't stay in the same room, and now I find out they didn't even have their wedding reception after six months of their marriage..." Dadi Sa's voice echoed with annoyance and frustration, her tone revealing her exasperation with the situation. I sat on the couch, my hands resting on my thighs, while my husband was seated next to me, and my uncle and aunty occupied the seats nearby, with Dada Sa on the sofa. The drawing room was enveloped in a tense silence.

"Here are your medicines, Dadi Sa," Kirtee said softly, passing her a glass of water and her pills before settling down next to me. "This will gonna go all the way long," she whispered in my ear, but I couldn't quite grasp the significance of her words.

I mean This wedding wasn't supposed to happen in the first place, and then he left for his business trip to Australia the day after our wedding, returning only after two months. Clearly shows how much the importance this wedding held for him.

"And where is Rudraani? I haven't seen her since I got here," Dadi Sa inquired. "Mom went to Songagadh for a few days," Kirtee replied. It wasn't surprising; my mother-in-law, Rajmata Rudranandani Devi, was a businesswoman through and through. Her dedication to her business and the reputation of the Rajgharana were paramount to her. Despite her busy schedule, she managed to excel in her endeavors.

"I think now I have to fix everything," Dadi Sa declared, calling for the servants. Two of them promptly appeared, standing before her, awaiting her instructions. , she commanded, determination evident in her voice.

Sir ka saman guestroom se inke room me pahuchao jara
"But dadisa- he grinned and tried to say "

"No if no but and tomorrow we will have your reception and call the press and all Pratapgarh should be aware about the arrival of their new Queen.

She said and dismissed us
she seems too much
like mahesmati types
Mera vachan hi hai sasan
(My words are my order)

I could sense the discomfort in his eyes. Why would he want us to stay together when the marriage doesn't even mean anything to him? I shouldn't get my hopes up because it was never meant to be. Speaking of sleeping on the same bed for once, he could sleep on the couch, but that couch is too small for him to fit, considering he is 183 centimeters tall.

"Do we have to share the bed?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. "No...no...no...no, I can't. We can't share the bed, nope, never gonna happen. Avni, it looks like you'll have to sacrifice your back and shift to the couch," I muttered to myself.

"I love seeing bhaiya helpless, Yuvan," Kirtee said, hiding behind me when Avivansh shot him those deadly glares. He looked away when our eyes accidentally met, a behavior typical of him, except for this morning when he was breathtakingly close to me. That Avivansh was totally different; he even smiled a little, which is rare. It should be considered a UNESCO World Heritage site because it's rare and endangered.

I had never heard or seen him smile before. He was always in his "if looks could kill, it would kill you" mode, famous for his cold personality and anger issues back in the days when he freshly returned from London. Don't ask me how
I know that much; all the girls from my school had a huge crush on him. They used to talk about him all the time, even making a social media group to share his current photos or news about him. I was a secret member of it. No wonder he has so many Instagram followers, while mine is just a small circle of friends. And now, he's family.

After dinner, everyone went to their rooms, while I walked slowly. I didn't want to go to the room, even though I was tired and would fall asleep the moment my back touched the mattress. But there was something beyond everything waiting for me inside the room, and that was "my husband."

I had to face him, no matter what. I couldn't stay in the kitchen all night, making excuses to make coffee for Yuvan. He liked my coffee ever since he had it for the first time, so I've been making it for him every day, even though he never asked for it.

I stopped right in front of the door of my room, took a deep breath, and mentally prepared myself before pushing the door open. He was sitting on the bed with his laptop, working on something, wearing his reading glasses. He looked so contained, like a beautifully carved sculpture.

The sound of the door knob clicking made him look up, and there he was, wearing a gray t-shirt and black bottoms. He did wear normal clothes-I always thought of him in formals, a full suit and tie. His hair was slightly wet, suggesting he might have taken a shower. The background was filled with awkward silence as I locked the door; the sound of locking it was even louder.

I didn't say anything and went to the bathroom to change. After spending an hour in the shower, hoping he might fall asleep to make things a little less awkward, I stepped into the closet. As I took out my night suit, my eyes fell on the red lingerie, a purchase encouraged by Kirtee and Kashis for obvious reasons. The mere thought of wearing it in front of him sent a cold shiver down my spine. I shook my head and hid it under a pile of clothes.

I wore the night suit-a soft satin shirt and pants. I dried my hair and walked out of the closet. He was still working on his laptop, now on the couch. Should I tell him to move from the couch, or should I sleep on the bed? Both would be rude, I thought to myself as I stood at the side of the bed. A few minutes passed, and he shut his laptop, getting up from the couch. Now, our eyes met.

"The bed has enough space for both of us," he said, standing on the other side of the bed. "What?" I muttered. I knew what I heard, but it was not believable. He could have suggested I sleep on the couch and he could take the bed, like in movies and books. "If you don't have any problem sharing a bed, we can sleep on the bed," he said to clarify, and I couldn't resist, so I just nodded and said, "Oh, okay." The bed was big enough to fit ten people.

We both settled down on the bed, awkward silence following between us again. But I mustered the courage to wish him good night. I turned to him as he dimmed the light and was now reading his novel. I couldn't manage to see the name of it, so I just muttered, "Good night." As I turned the lamp off to my side and lay down, turning to the other side, my back facing him, a smile crept on my face when he replied, "Good night." It was not rude or cold, but again, it was his soft and tender voice, the same one I heard in the morning. And I didn't know when I slowly drifted into sleep.

As I woke up, I was too tired to open my eyes. The pillow felt different, but it didn't bother me because I have a habit of cuddling pillows to sleep. But this didn't seem like a pillow; it felt hard and soft at the same time. As I felt a heavy weight on my waist and a familiar fragrance in my nose, I realized it was him. I opened my eyes hurriedly only to find myself in his embrace.

I was sleeping on his arm while his other hand was on my waist, pulling me closer to him. Our faces were deadly close, and as I saw him sleeping peacefully, his breath fanning my face, I realized he was intoxicating, just like his fragrance. I took a closer look at his face-fair skin, handsome features, a little mole near his eyes, perfectly messed-up black hair. My whole body collided with his, and I could feel his toned muscles as my fingers traced his biceps. He was the hell of a gorgeous man-a mixture of perfect genes.

I was too busy analyzing his features when realization hit me hard. I shook my body to get out of his hold, but his grip was stronger. All my ruffling and shaking made him wake up. As he opened his eyes and met mine, a smirk formed on his lips. He said in a deep, husky, and the sexiest voice, "Good morning sunshine"