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•𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹-45•

QOTD

⦾Which is the best book you've ever read and want to recommend to your friend, aka me?

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ख़ूबसूरती न सूरत में है न लिबास में,
निगाहें जिसे चाहें उसे हसीं कर दे
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Aviraj Singh Rathore's POV

I was waiting for Khushi to arrive at the party. I just hope she wears those ankles again and gives me the opportunity to correct my mistake. I was busy listening to Kabir when the music stopped and the door opened, revealing my Emerald, looking glorious as always, the way the vermilion and the nuptial chain show everyone that she now belongs to me, but today is different; her face shines just like her smile. Her smile and shine seemed to have vanished over the last few days.

She approached me with the same smile as I looked at her. Her eyes lowered, and she flushed. Standing beside me, I thought she would never look at me again, and that made my heart sink, but she looked at me and smiled beautifully. That smile helped me relax.

Following that, she takes a sip from my glass, and the party continues. It made me smirk, and her eyes are fixed on the glass, which has her lipstick mark on it. Turning the mark towards me, I place my lips on it while keeping my gaze fixed on her, and the way her eyes continue to look into mine tells me that she is my death, and being with her is death. Then I'll gladly choose death with a smile. Following that, we made our way to our family. I was speaking with her father when a guy her age approached her tall, curly brown hair with good boy vibes.

I hated him at first sight.

Then he fucking called her darling. He fucking flirted with her-my wife-and something unpleasant curled in my chest. No, I'm not jealous. When he held her hand, my irritation increased, along with the unpleasant sensation of tendrils snaking through my veins. My jaw tensed when I saw them whispering something to each other as if I weren't there, and then she kissed him-on his cheek, but that doesn't count; she doesn't kiss me for a few days, but she kisses him right in front of me.

I want to punch him and relocate his pitiful face, but doing so will cause a scene and upset her. I don't care about the scene, but her being upset with me is impossible since she is speaking to me with a smile after fucking four days. If he meets me outside the party, I'll show him, asshole.

She continued on, and I followed her, but a friend of mine stopped me and spoke with him uninterestedly because all my attention was on the woman in front of me, whose eyes made my heart race simply by gazing at her. I remember being about to tell her that I loved her, but I didn't. The disappointment in her eyes broke my heart, but I tried. I see Rakshit lead her to the dance floor and begin to dance. They were talking intently, so I clenched my jaw and interrupted them.

Both of them looked at me before Rakshit walked away with a nod to Khushi. From there, I took her hand and gently drew her towards me. Her right hand fell on my chest, just above my abnormal heartbeat, as it had the first time I saw her. She looked at me, and we both fell into the rhyme, with my arms wrapped around her and her body pressed against mine. I tried to ask in a normal tone,

"Who was that guy?" keyword try because, as the world escapes my mouth, her lips convert into a smirk, raising her one eyebrow.

"Who? Karthik?" She turned her head toward him, who was conversing with a woman in a red dress. I rolled my eyes and nodded, keeping a poker face.