Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 27

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POV :~ KRITIKA

We were alone, sitting in the living room, when suddenly, he stood up, and shifted to sit beside me, silently.

"Uh-you didn't tell me, that I was supposed to stay back, according to rituals."

"I thought... you have a hectic schedule and all," I replied in a low voice.

He let out a low chuckle, "I'm not going to..vent my anger upon you. You can stop acting — awkward."

I gazed at him, "You're acting awkward, not me."

"I-I'm sorry, then," he replied, in a low and gentle voice.

Sorry? I didn't mean that. I didn't want him to apologise without any reason. I mean, okay he acted awkward, but sorry?

"You don't need to say that," I spoke with a neutral expression on my face.

"You don't want me to stay back?" He asked, in a very low — seducing — no, I'm not going there — in a very low voice.

When I stayed silent, he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head left and right slowly, "Have your fun along with your friends, and mother... Text me, whenever you.. feel like.. and.. call me when you want me to pick you up, okay?"

I gave him a short nod, but I don't know why, the following words rolled out of my tongue, "I wanted us to talk more, like last night."

He chuckled and whispered into my ear in a deep tone, "Do you have a balcony in your room?"

I frowned, "Why?"

"So that I could climb up and sneak into your room every midnight while you stay here," his gaze, was so intense and I couldn't believe that he was serious.

How can he.. say that?

Then suddenly, he laughed, "Relax. I was kidding, Kritika."

I exhaled out the breathe that I was holding back. Oh. God.

Trust me, if he is going to pull such stunts on me, I'm surely going to get a heart stroke or something.

"Kshitij," I called his name after a long silence between us, and he immediately looked at me and replied, "Yeah."

I gazed into his eyes for a bit, and then shook my head, "Nothing."

Because, I cannot just say on the third day of my marriage that I'll miss you, and stay back, and leave your work and blah fuxking blah.

"You do that often?" He narrowed his eyes.

"What?"

"Calling my name and then shaking your head as if nothing happened."

"No. Just occasionally. I get attacks — I think."

"Seriously?"

Oh well. I didn't wanted to sound serious. I get attacks, but not in that way. Did he really take me serious? If yes, then he'll seem me to be a mad woman.