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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ADHIKRIT'S POV
"Mr. Agnihotri, Mr. Agnihotri, wake up," I heard my sweetheart's melodic voice, but I was too deep in sleep.
"Mr Agnihotri, hum aapse shadi nahi karenge agar aap abhi ke abhi uthe nahi." she said firmly.
(Mr. Agnihotri, I won't marry you if you don't wake up.)
That did it.
I jumped and sat straight on the bed. I rubbed my eyes and looked at her standing beside me. She was wearing a mustard yellow suit.
I took a good minute to examine her outfit: a round neckline, three-quarter sleeves, floral woven design, and tassel detailing. So beautiful. Her skin was glowing today, her siren eyes glaring at me—what happened?
"Yes, yes, sorry, sweetheart. I am sorry," I apologized, unaware of what I did.
"Shut up. Are you crazy, huh? Why do you have such a comfortable bed? Do you even know how good it felt to sleep?" She heaved a frustrated sigh and looked around the room.
"Listen, it's already noontime. You need to get up and take a bath. We have a Pooja, and then tomorrow the wedding rituals start," she reminded me.
"But why didn't you wake me up?" I asked, rubbing my eyes as she walked around the bed.
"I didn't wake you up?" She snickered, pointing at me. "You were the one who wouldn't wake up. And you heavy bull! You literally squished me and my baby under you. God! I felt like I would suffocate. Can't you cuddle more lightly?"
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again," I whispered, not wanting a scolding from her in the morning.
"I've taken out a royal blue kurta for you to wear."
"You did?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes, I did. I was looking around our place and found your closet. I saw traditional clothes and thought to pick out something for you while you were sleeping."
She looked around the room and then sat down on the bed next to me. I looked at her, genuinely surprised. She never fails to amaze me.
"Mr. Agnihotri, Mom and Dad thought I killed you, that's why you were absent downstairs," she said in a slow voice.
"Oh? And why did they think that?" I asked, coaxing her, and she looked at me like a lost baby.
"They thought I hated you," she whispered, poking my hand with her finger.
"They ain't lying, though," I replied, holding her hand, and she glared at me.
Cute.
"I hate you. But I won't kill you, Mr. Agnihotri. What kind of husband imagines his wife killing him, huh?" She yelled, making my heart race.
Did she just accept me as her husband? Fuck yes.
I cleared my throat, playing along with her. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," I said, feigning sadness.
