" 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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• 2 MONTHS LATER •
"Where is my MacBook, Diya!?" Advait inquired, his voice slightly irritated and loud as he flipped everything upside down from the couch to his bed.
Diya returned from the bathroom with a towel in her hand, which were rubbing off the excessive water in her hair as she took a fresh shower. She was rubbing the ends of her hair as a sigh fell between her lips.
She was about to enter the walk-in but her husband glared at her, to which she narrowed her eyes.
" You need to go to the doctor to check if your brain is still functioning properly or not! " She smiled sweetly at her husband and he clenched his jaw.
That's their daily routine. Bickering, competing against each other, annoying each other and... relying on each other. At least, Diya has made that man secure about the future they are going to behold and he knows that quite well, Even if love is not involved, they can pull off the relationship in a healthy way.
They have discussed everything in these 2 months. Do they want a child? If they want anything certain,? If the other person is comfortable or not,
Advait trusts Diya. He always did, and now it's a point of having blind trust in someone.
Husband and wife come second; first, they have learned to become friends with one another, a person whom you can rely on.
"I am getting late, Diya," Advait grumbled.
"None of my concern," she flashed him a smile and left the room, turning around on her heels, her hair jerk-flying in the background, causing the droplets of water to sprinkle on his face, and he closed his eyes in sheer displeasure as his lips were pressed in a thin line.
This woman has mastered the art of getting on his nerves.
Diya did not bother to close the door behind her as she walked a few steps away from her bedroom to her husband's study.
Entering the room, she found his MacBook on his table, and she shook her head, but her lips curled at the end with a pleasing smile.
He let his guard down around her; that's the fact she adores and respects the most.
She picked up his MacBook in one hand and moved back to her husband before he destroyed the entire room.
She entered the bedroom, placed his laptop on the bed, and then jerked at her husband to look at the bed.
He sighed, took the MacBook to place it inside his office bag and walked inside the walk-in without speaking a single word.
"Seeshh, Rude," Diya muttered under her breath, which did not go unnoticed by him, but he chose silence. She will be wearing her formals, so that won't affect her make-up, as it won't smudge if she wears her shirt and blazer.
