Kashi X Adhikrit
✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙
"And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards him. He's too skilled wit...
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KASHI'S POV
"Bhabhi, can I wear this blue skirt to the function?" Ira asked, holding up the tiniest piece of cloth I've ever seen.
"Ira, at the wedding, people don't wear skirts. They wear traditional clothes," I pointed to the clothes scattered on the floor.
"What does Ranvijay like?" She asked, picking up a busy Saira as they both climbed onto the bed.
Saira looked at us. "Jaiii. Jaii. Jaii." Saira began singing the music that she made from Ranvijay's name.
"Ira, he's quite conservative. I don't think he'd tell us what he likes," I replied.
"Yeah, he's so stubborn. He doesn't have to be like those angry young men. God knows why he's like that," Ira sighed, frustrated, hugging Saira. Saira cooed, giving her cuddles.
Ira had a thing for Ranvijay. Or, to be more precise, they slept together, and she liked him, but he didn't reciprocate. So, she tried to pester him, and he rejected her. This had been happening since she arrived here.
How do I know this? Because the day she figured it out, she took me and Eyana to a room and told us everything. The three of us, who never talked much, felt shy when this teenager shared her dramatic life with us. We were relieved she didn't tell anyone else.
I realized Ira is a fun-loving and extroverted child. Even though she's just eighteen, she's quite mature for her age.
Where's Eyana? She was absent. Maybe she was busy with the preparations for the Haldi ceremony.
Yes, it's our Haldi ceremony today, and I am here passing the time.
"Saira," Ira called, making Saira pause her singing.
"Aye Ira, shh." Saira replied, scrunching her nose and wiggling out of Ira's lap. She sat alone and resumed her singing, while no one paid much attention to her.
Mr. Agnihotri entered the room without knocking. Ira looked at him and then at me, winking before running out with Saira, who was babbling in gibberish.
Mr. Agnihotri approached me, patting my head, making me look at him submissively. "The priest said we shouldn't meet after haldi." he whispered slowly.
I looked up at him, tilting my head. He's already so tall, and now he seemed even taller. "Okay," I said, shrugging my shoulders. Whatever anyone says, I'll go to his room to sleep, and I'll drag him with me onto the bed.
His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing tightly and causing me to gasp. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. I felt a rush of embarrassment. How could I react that way?
"You always surprise me," he chuckled, his knee pressing into the bed as he leaned in closer to me. His face was buried in the curve of my neck, his hand still firmly on my throat. I bit my lip, determined not to make any more sounds.
