𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒆

•𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹-51•

QOTD

⦾Do you prefer mafia or stalker romance?

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तेरे खामोश होंठों पर मोहब्बत गुनगुनाती है
तू मेरी है मैं तेरा हूँ बस यही आवाज आती हैं।

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Author's POV

After taking a shower, Khushi applied lotion to her arms and legs before picking up her phone to call her husband, as it had been a long time since he had left the house and she needed to sleep. While her phone rang, she collapsed on the bed and closed her eyes. She sighs and hears Aviraj's rough voice on the other end as he deals with the man who has the audacity to touch his wife and cause misunderstanding between them. He understands that he is not the mastermind behind everything, but that does not give him the right to hold his wife the way he does.

"Hello," she said, flipping to her front.

"Kitna time aur lagega apko? Do ghante ka naam liya tha chaar ghante ho gye hai ghar aana hai ya nhi, apko?" (How much more time will it take? Had taken the name of two hours, it has been four hours, whether you want to come home or not, you have to decide.) He smiled as he heard her complaining tone and looked behind him to see the man covered in blood. He gave Rakshit a curt nod, wiped the blood from his hand with a towel, and stated

"Probably in forty-five minutes; don't sleep; I will be there soon." He ended the call and placed his phone in his pocket. No one can claim that he was the same man who nearly killed that man. He walked toward his wife's house, shaking his head as he attempted to kiss her. Khushi, on the other hand, was waiting for him to arrive, and to keep herself awake, she began listening to music while swiping her hips to the beat, closing her eyes, and losing herself in the moment.

She tried to forget her worries and began to enjoy her moments, unaware that someone else was also enjoying her. Every moment of hers, she felt someone sneaking his arms around her waist, and a gasp escaped her lips at the unexpected act. Turning around, she saw the same bluish green eyes that she thought were scary and now made her weak on her knees. She kept one hand around his neck as she removed the ear pod from her ear and handed it to him.

"Do not tell, Adriti. I share my music with you." Both were caught up in the moment, and he smirked as he placed his lips on her shoulder.

"I remind you, you don't share your music with me either." Her hands moved towards his hair, and she felt them wet. She knew he'd showered before coming here. Getting on her toes, she brushed her nose against his jaw. He smells nice, just like an addict.

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Aviraj was lying on her bed, and after dimming the light, she crawled towards him and laid her head on his bare chest. She kept drawing the patterns as her feet rubbed against his. He took her hand in his, and their eyes met. He brought her hands up to his lips and kissed her fingers, lingering his lips on her fingers longer than necessary before saying something he knew she would say.

"Ask whatever you want to ask."

"That man, what did you do with him?" She inquired, playing with his fingers.

"Everything, everything he asked for." He replied, his grip tightening around her waist. She kissed his chest, attempting to calm him with a hum.