Bound by Fate | [✓]

50. My Fate

My legs are  trembling. My legs are trembling hard and all I want to do is pull Atharva back into the room and eat him up alive.

Dear Krishna, is this the side effects of the medicine? Or is it because I haven't had touch Atharva for three weeks?

I knew I was in habit of Atharva's touch but now, I realized I'm addicted to his touch. All I could think when I wake up is to trail my tongue on Atharva's bare torso, dig my nails on his structured back and shove myself on his hard-

Evara Acharya Roy?! What is wrong with you?! When have you become this.. um... sexually attracted or I might say sexually frustrated?! Where's your sane thoughts? I blame the medicines, it must be the side effects. I'm sure-

Atharva passed from near me with boxes of spice and his back brushed on my torso. That beautiful man here is using all of his focus to crush a single walnut, chopping the almonds like they were the finest diamond and sprinkling the Kesar on Rasgulla like he is the Tinker bell, sprinkling the fairy dust on flowers.

Dear Krishna, why is he moving in the slow motion? Or is it me who see him moving way slower than the world works?

I don't usually curse but fuck. I think I have a crush on my Husband.

A huge crush.

Doctors aren't supposed to look this good, are they?

Six feet and three inch man, all covered with athletic muscles... what kind of doctor works out like Christian Bale?!

And that face, fuck again.

How could god be so partial when it comes to making human like him? It's illegal to look this handsome while crushing the walnut.

Definitely. I have a crush on my husband.

Krishna, help me, I have a huge crush on my Husband.

"Darling?" Atharva glimpsed at me, holding the crushed walnut in front of me. "Do I have to crush it more?"

"You're definitely a crush." I said and cleared my throat a second later to,

"I mean, you should definitely crush it more."

"I can't believe how many skills it takes to cook the food, huh," Atharva sighed, looking at the mess he made on the kitchen top. "It's easier to cut open the human skin than cut the almonds."

He looks even more handsome when he talk about his doctor stuff. Oh I just want to grab him by the collar and do him on the very kitchen top until I forget what it feels like to taste other food than Atharva-

Am I daydreaming about my own husband?! Something is definitely wrong with me. I'm getting flustered by my own husband's talk in my own house while I'm supposed to focus on my pehli rasoi.

I should stop-

I should seriously stop thinking-

"Atharva?"