Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 23

POV :~ KRITIKA.

I stood at the threshold of Kshitij's room, my heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside, and my eyes widened in astonishment. The room before me was nothing short of magical, a blend of opulence and romance that took my breath away.

The walls were painted in deep, rich shades of black and charcoal grey, exuding a sense of modern sophistication and luxury. The dark colors created an intimate atmosphere, softened by the warm, golden glow of numerous candles placed around the room. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows, adding a sense of enchantment to the space.

My gaze traveled around my new room, taking in every meticulously chosen detail. The centerpiece was the king-sized cozy bed, draped in crisp white linens that contrasted beautifully with the dark walls. The headboard, an elegant piece of tufted velvet. Scattered across the bed were delicate rose petals, their vibrant red hues standing out like tiny flames against the pristine sheets.

Above the bed, a canopy of sheer, diaphanous fabric hung gracefully, creating a dreamy enclosure that seemed to float in mid-air. Interwoven with the fabric were strands of tiny, twinkling fairy lights, their soft luminescence resembling a sky full of stars, casting a gentle, romantic light over the bed.

The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of fresh flowers. Bouquets of roses, lilies, and orchids were arranged in elegant vases on the bedside tables and the dresser, their fragrant presence adding to the room's allure. Each flower seemed to be carefully chosen and placed, creating a harmonious blend of colors and scents.

I walked further into the room, my feet sinking into the plush, deep-pile carpet that felt like clouds beneath my toes. The windows were draped with heavy, luxurious curtains in a dark shade that matched the walls, adding to the room's sense of privacy and intimacy.

In one corner of the room, a small seating area caught my eye. Two velvet armchairs, in a rich shade of emerald green, were positioned around a low, glass-top coffee table. On the table, a bottle of champagne rested in an ice bucket.

This was another level unexp—

"I knew this was going to happen. My cousins, they're really very naughty," he muttered to me, his hands on either side of his waist.

My eyes caught a photo frame kept on  the nightstand and when I saw that it was a photo from kur wedding ceremony, just after pandit -ji had announced us as husband and wife. We were looking into each other's eyes and I never would have realized, that very moment took place if I haven't seen this photo.

"Um - you want to change into something comfortable?" He asked. And I nodded my head. Ofcourse. I wanted to.

He showed his fingers towards the other side of room, "Closet — washroom."

I nodded my head, standing up and walked towards the closet. Entering inside, I noticed that the closet was spacious and meticulously organized, with dark mahogany shelves and drawers lining the walls. Soft, recessed lighting highlighted the neatly arranged rows of designer suits, shirts, and shoes, each item perfectly in its place. An elegant island in the center displayed his collection of cufflinks, watches, and ties, each piece reflecting his impeccable taste.

I looked around for my own suitcases but they were no there. Peeking outside, I saw Kshitij clearing the bed.

I muttered, "My things– suitcase isn't here."

He turned around to see me, "Yeah. It would be probably downstairs. I had asked Shreya to keep something comfortable for you, look into the third shelf, maybe."