The Charade

18| 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕬𝖜𝖐𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘

ADHIKRIT'S POV

"Why aren't you washing your face?" Ranvijay asked while I was shaving.

"Teri bhabhi ne kiss karra tha islie." I confessed, blushing with a stoic expression. What does my sweetheart want me to do? She keeps pushing me into new experiences.

(Your sister-in-law kissed me, that's why.)

It's been two days since she did that. Oh, and my cheeks—they still feel her lips lingering on them. It's as if her petal-like lips are still there.

"Gross, man. Have you lost your mind?" He glared at me.

I raised an eyebrow, looking at him. Isn't he talking a bit too much?

Never mind, he should enjoy his rights as well. After all, it's my wedding with my sweet siren.

"I've finished my work, and I'll take the day off tomorrow," he announced. Oh, he's been working so hard for the last three months; dealing with that situation was worth it.

"Okay," I waved my hand in the air as I looked at myself while he got up to leave. It was evening, and I was free from meetings.

"Wait, did I send an invitation to the Kingstons?" I asked. He paused, turned back, and nodded.

"Zeeshan Roy Kapoor, your best friend, has gone on vacation to Paris, so he can't come. The Oberois are caught up in some messy family issues, and the Romanos are involved in the same mess. I don't think they can make it."

"Hm."

He left while I took a shower. I didn't waste much time and wore a T-shirt and pants before coming out. As soon as I stepped into my room, someone threw a jar of water on my face. My eyes shut tight, and I felt the water sliding down my skin.

What the heck, my sweetheart's kiss got washed away.

My fists clenched, and I opened my eyes. This person is de-

"Sweetheart?" I asked with shock.

There she stood like a siren holding the jug in one hand while the other was on her waist. She was glaring at me with her siren eyes. Her pale caramel skin enhanced the beauty of the cream floral silk co-ord set. She looked stunning.

"Mr. Agnihotri," she yelled, snapping me from my thoughts.

"I have been yelling at you for the past five minutes. Where are you lost!" She snapped, pointing the jug at me.

Five minutes?

I could spend my whole life just gazing at her; after all, she is the most exquisite creation of the entire universe. I doubt anything else could compete with my Kashi? Tsk, there is nothing.

"Hume aapse shadi he nahi karni hai!" She yelled, making my eyes go wide.

(I don't want to marry you.)

"Nahi, Nahi, Kashi aise mat kahiye." I abruptly held her hands, stopping her from leaving our room.

(No, no, Kashi, don't say that.)

She glared at me and bit the inner skin of her lower lip.

"Toh aap humari baat kyun nahi sun rahe hain?" She asked, offended.

(So why aren't you listening to me?)

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Can you please repeat what you were saying? And why did you throw water on me?" I asked her softly.

Soft? I learned soft the day I saw, heard, and touched the small inch of her skin. But my softness is just for her. And even my hardness as well. Wait-shit, fuck. Eww, stop being a pervert! I scolded myself, shaking my head, and looked at the woman who was screaming that she was just a few seconds away from smashing the jug on my head.