Everything I Wanted❤ |ONGOING|

Chapter 35

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Third Person POV-

Kashvi was in a mode to kill Danish literally. She was literally throwing the candles in the box while she glared at him.

She picked up the last candle cursing him for the nth time keeping the box in a corner with a loud thud.

"  It's done, your highness do you have another wish?" She asked in a bitter sweet voice glaring at him . Her words exact opposite of her voice octaves.

"Those fairy lights, it's not Diwali,"

She wanted to break his teeth right now.

" Bloody asshole. I wish I could freaking punch him right now," she muttered glaring at him.

She turned around to remove the fairy lights when suddenly two hands wrapped around her waist making her freeze for a second.

She was pulled into a hard chest , " Leave me," she mumbled trying to free herself from his grip.

He had ruined her perfect date idea and now he was hugging her after riling her up so much.

" Just let me go!" She wiggled in his arms trying to get away from him but his arms tightened more around her.

" Calm down my tigress ," he whispered in her ears slowly only for her to glare and stomp her foot on his.

" I'm done with your attitude , when I was apologising yesterday you didn't even listen to me. You ruined my date idea and now you are telling me to calm the hell down?!"

She bursted out turning around as his grip loosened around her after she hit his foot.

" So? Only you are allowed to be a drama queen? I have equal rights to act whatever way I prefer," he said narrowing his eyes at her.

" Haa to jaaiye na! Dikhaiye nakhre. Meri Bala se circus mei kaam Kar lijiye !"

He controlled his urge to laugh at her and maintained his stern face.

"Akele thodi jaaunga, meri sherni bhi toh jaayegi apne maalik ke saath," he teased only to earn a death glare from her.

She started running in his direction, and taking as a cue Danish ran away from her.

A part of her was surprised with the sudden change in his demeanor but she was mad for his prior actions, meanwhile Danish had never felt so lively with her .

If someone else even in his own family would see him like this they would be shocked but this version of his was solely for his lovely wife.

She was the reason he could express himself so freely, the only woman who could tolerate his anger, tantrums , his attitude and his whole being.

He laughed at her failed attempts jumping on the bed, she huffed resting her hands against her hips glaring at him tired from all the running.

" What happened chudail? Ready to give up so soon?" He teased her, the boyish grin not faltering even a bit.

Kashvi sighed and made a move to sit and lie down on the bed, which made him think that she actually gave up so he  came towards her.

" Caught you," in a swift movement she turned pulling his collar and the sudden jerk disbalanced his position making him fall over her.

There nose pressed against each other , changing the energy of the room, their proximity shifting the mood.

" You caught me a long time back," he mumbled removing her fingers from his collar and wrapping them against his neck.