Kashi X Adhikrit
✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙
"And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards him. He's too skilled wit...
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ADHIKRIT'S POV
The serene beauty lay peacefully on her bed, sleeping as soundly as a baby. Her long black hair cascaded in a loose braid, partially veiling her face. With a faint pout on her lips, she shifted to her side, not the still sleeper who stayed confined to one spot on the bed. She would roam on her bed like a baby trying to find warmth.
If I had known my parents were taking me to this place where Kashi resides, I wouldn't have messed up.
I sighed heavily, slumping onto the couch that had been my refuge for the past ten days.
Kashi. My Kashi.
I smiled softly as I gazed at her sleeping form.
Mom and Dad arranged our marriage because we were getting too old. Dhir and I are twins, with me being nine minutes older. But there's no twin bond between us. We're opposites.
Why would I like my brother? The brother who betrayed me by sleeping with my own girlfriend on my bed.
I've never been with any woman, but he beds them left and right. Whatever he does is no longer my concern. The last thread of our brotherhood snapped the moment I caught him in bed with my girlfriend.
I felt no remorse for the breakup, but I mourned the loss of our bond. The girl I dont blame her because she was just a namesake relation.
I never interfered in his affairs, even when he was ruining his life. I kept silent to preserve our relationship, but he never cared.
Mom and Dad have been distant due to my busy schedule, while their other son is busy messing up his life. It's fine, it always has been. And I'm not complaining.
But looking at Kashi, everything feels different.
I need her.
I've never felt this desire for someone before, the longing I have for Kashi.
Why can't I control myself around her? Why?
Her tears—they captivate me. I fell for her the moment I saw her crying. She yelled through her tears at her cousin, and those tears—they're like pearls.
Soft pearls I wish to preserve by keeping her with me, I wont mind staying with her too but she would not like me with her.
I never expected to become addicted, obsessed, enthralled, and ultimately attracted to my sweetheart at first sight.
I chuckled softly, feeling warm tears welling in my eyes.
Sweetheart? How cheesy it sounds, everyone called her Kashi and I wanted to call her something unique-something that was our thing, and then I concluded to this- sweetheart, sweet at heart. Though with every moment I find myself calling her with other endearments as well, maybe sweetheart aint out thing. Whatever she is my sweetheart.
