" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 "
Advait Agnihotry... He was my pride.
My heart.
The reason I breathed.
But now... now for the first time in my life-I qu...
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I woke up to the beeping sound of my alarm. My eyes squinted open as I tapped my hand on the night stand to grab my phone. But my attention was grabbed by something else.
The colour of my nightstand.
Last, I remember, it was white.
I don't remember changing them into black. A frown made its way to my head as confusion seethed into my brain. Sliding the duvet off my body, I sat straight, studying my surroundings as my left hand automatically came up to my eyes out of habit to squeeze my eyes, but the dangling sound of my chooda caught my attention, as did my hennaed hands.
FUCK! I am married.
To my husband:
But where the hell is he?
I looked at the left side of our bedpost, and he was nowhere to be seen. Its 4am in the morning—a time when normal human beings sleep—but that's not the case with that man, I guess.
Does he even sleep?
I slide off the bed, only to have a better view of his bedroom. Its all black and white. No colors.
In other languages, it is completely bland.
How does he even live here? His room almost looks gothic. Shaking my head, I moved to the place where my luggage was kept. Taking the necessity, I moved to the washroom to change into my gym clothes. Just the sports bra and my yoga pants, taking my Nike jacket in my hands, I left the room, closing the door behind me.
Did I mention that my mother-in-law is a sweetheart? Shweta Maa literally talked out with Maa about my daily needs and my habits, and that's when she told me to use my husband's personal gym for working out. The Agnihotry mansion has a total of two gyms. One is on the second floor, which Advait and Aarav use, and the other is basically reserved for twins or any guest.
Unlocking my phone, I closed the distance between the gym and myself, my attention still on my phone as I got a few texts from my siblings. The first one was from Samaira. She attached a JPG with a Band-Aid heart emoji. I clicked on the file, and it was by Rishi. He was sleeping with some dried tears on his cheeks as he held my frame close to his heart and slept, curling in his bed like a newborn foetus. His face tensed and became red. My heart clenched the moment I saw his picture.
He literally spends his entire day with me, yet he brawled his eyes out as if he would never get to see me again. I smiled at the silly boy.
