Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 24

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POV :~ KRITIKA

I opened my eyes and the first thing I noticed was his eyes. His eyes that were looking directly into my eyes and my head was lying on his chest, my hand around his torso and legs over his legs.

His hand moved a little, only to brush his knuckles lightly upon my cheek and I closed my eyes feeling his touch.

"You look absolutely beautiful, baby," he whispered over my cheek and pressed his lips on my temple.

My cheeks turned red as the blood rushed in my veins.

He called me beautiful? Baby?

"Kshitij," I whispered, snuggling closer to him.

He held me tightly by my waist. Goosebumps eradicated all over my body. I could feel my wetness when he replied over my lips,

"Yes, baby."

"Will you—" he cut me off as he pressed his wet lips against mine, and his palm roamed between my thighs.

"What baby?" His voice was so hot along with his breathe too. His hold was powerful. So powerful.

And in another second, he pushed me on my back and hovered over me, his lips roaming on my neck and I was moaning so badly, clawing my nails on his back.

He licked the skin of my neck — *Alarm ringing* — with his tongue and my wetness increased ten folds as it dripped down my — *Alarm ringing* — thighs.

My hands moved towards the nightstand to turn the alarm off but nothing came in my hand, I was too engrossed with my husband's body all over me.

"Turn off the alarm," I whispered to him somehow as it was turning me off. When he didn't listen, I whispered again, "Please, turn the alarm off, Kshitij."

No reply. Oh God!!!

My eyes opened with a jerk to turn off the alarm that was ringing on my phone and I almost was going to throw the phone away when I realized no one was over me.

Damn.

I looked at my east and west. No fuxking one.

Shit. That was hell of a arousing dream. Thank God no one is here. Shit shit shit.

I stood up from the bed immediately, my surroundings new. My husband wasn't in our room on the first morning of our marriage.

I inhaled deeply to calm down my fast running senses and stepped down from the bed. The room was clean, unlike yesterday.

No candles. No fairy lights. No bottle of champagne. No flowers. Only a bunch of roses in a flower vase on the nightstand just beside our sweetest photo-frame.

Maybe I should get ready, take a bath, wear one of those sarees, and step down just like a disciplined bahurani.

Sighing, I did as I thought.

~

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the pleats of my sky blue saree, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The saree was exquisite, its delicate fabric shimmering in the soft morning light. The intricate silver embroidery along the borders added a touch of elegance to it. I paired it with blouse whose its neckline was adorned with tiny pearls that complemented the silver work.

I styled my long hair in soft waves, cascading down my back, and I had pinned a few strands delicately to one side with a jeweled clip. A simple yet elegant necklace rested against my collarbone, and I wore matching earrings that dangled gently as I moved. I applied a hint of kohl to my eyes, a touch of blush to my cheeks, a soft pink lip color and ofcourse, a very new part of my life, vermillion.