I woke up early today, and I found myself sleeping on his chest.
I gasped a little, and then my eyes fell on his face—his face was shining.
I remembered he hadn't come home for the last three days because of work, so I slept last night without placing a pillow line in the bed between his side and mine.
But he came home late, and now I'm in his arms sleeping on his chest without realizing it.
His arm was around my waist.
I slowly tried to come out from his grip, but he just pulled me back into his arms in his sleep and buried his face in my neck, making me jump with the feeling of electricity rushing through my body.
His lips were dark pink.
My finger unknowingly brushed his lashes, then his nose, and then it stopped at his lips.
'Itne bure bhi nahi ho aap,' I said slowly, unknowingly.
When I realized what I said, I left him and ran inside the shower.
In the shower—
It's been months since I've been here. It's starting to feel like home. I do miss my family, but not that much. I'm starting to feel comfortable here.
He never did anything wrong to me after marriage.
Honestly, I thought he would force me, abuse me, or maybe torture me, as he behaved before marriage.
But it's not like that.
He never even raised his voice at me.
I came out of the shower and saw that he had already left the room.
I dried my hair, made the bed, and then started combing my hair.
After that, I decided to go downstairs to make something for breakfast, even though there are cooks in the house.
Still, I like to eat what I make for breakfast.
It's afternoon, and I was busy talking to Juhi while walking in my room.
Then I thought to make something for lunch myself, so I decided to ask Sankalp what he wanted to eat for lunch. I went downstairs and headed to his office.
Advik: "News is clear that he will go to meet his friend taking this way tomorrow."
I overheard Advik saying this to Sankalp.
Thinking they were busy with work, I turned around.
Then I heard Sankalp's voice.
"Isn't this the same highway where I killed Dheerendra?"
My feet stopped, my body froze upon hearing this sentence.
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