loveseries#3
Cover credits: @AMBER_0501
Diya's eyes turned red with humiliation. Her doe eyes held the liquid of agony and her character assassination.
She looked at her husband, the king with a smile which spoke how he let her down.
"Diya wait!" K...
Days went on and a few days were so surreal while a few were like walking on eggshells. It felt like Karthik was pregnant having those mood swings every other day.
There was this sudden urge in Diya to wear something modest and get dolled like a proper married woman.
She looked at her husband on whom she sleeps daily and he chose not to react to it as Diya was not the one who listens to him.
She looked at his no-so-innocent face and chuckled as his face was covered with his lush black hair. Diya gently slid them away with the tip of her fingers and it was like a feathery touch that made him groan in irritation. A small chuckle escaped her lips seeing his facial features change from being soft to cranky.
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They used to be so clear before but it feels like he covered all his face with his beard and hair just like his emotions. His shirtless chest, filled with a few marks and scars here and there rose up and down giving out a nice view of his muscles.
And she remembered once what her mother said. Never marry a man with abs, that will fetch you nothing. Marry a man who knows how to cook. And she is proud today. He has both abs and cooking skills.
Slowly the Devil on this Angel's shoulder popped up and peeked at her sleeping husband.
" Wanna disturb him?" She asked innocently and Diya looked at her with a smirk.
No. Diya mouthed.
" But he looks so peaceful to let him be in that state." She said offended.
Will you just shut up and let me admire my husband? Diya mouthed irritated.
The trident of Diya's Devil urged her to poke Karthik but she was quick to stop and in that process, she fell on him hard which led him to open his eyes.
" What's wrong with you woman?" Karthik chided in his early morning voice.
" Umm... that's not me Karthik. It's the Devil of...." Diya tried to justify but looking at her side, she found her Devil nowhere around.
Bitch... She mumbled and Karthik frowned.
" Get up now." He barked and she sat up on his stomach looking at him like a stupid.
" I'll join you at the gym." Diya grinned and Karthik huffed in irritation.
" Do whatever the fuck you want. Don't involve me." He mumbled and looked at his stomach where she occupied. She chuckled sheepishly and got down taking his chest as her support.
They together brushed her teeth while picking little fights with him now and then. She sneezed and the toothpaste got onto her nose making him mumble a few colourful words which turned Diya furious.
" Did I sneeze on you?" She asked and Karthik ignored.
" Fucking talk to me Karthik." She screamed taking his brush and throwing it away.
