Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 33

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POV :~ KRITIKA

Last two weeks was miserable for me. Because my husband wasn't coming home. I wasn't seeing him. He knew I was upset, still he wasn't doing anything for it and it was literally pissing the hell off me.

I mean we used to talk on text, but it didn't feel close enough. I wanted to share my feelings with him. I wanted to be in his vicinity. I wanted to be with him.

I had truly cried last night, thinking about the fact that I've no one.

My mother wasn't here and her health problems was disturbing my mind even more.

And my husband, let's not talk of him.

I just cried my heart out and I didn't even realize when did I sleep.

When I woke up, my eyes couldn't believe themselves about what was happening. I was sleeping on his arm.

And after that, he didn't just let me hold him, he held me back too. He hugged me.

I wouldn't lie, I needed this hug way too much.

Oh, did I mention how he cooed me? And how he whispered such beautiful words into my ears? And how he described my appearance the first time he saw me?

Also, did I also mention that he is taking me out for lunch? To his own hotel. Lmao. But I was the one to suggest him the place, seeing that I wanted to hangout at the same place where we first met as fiancèe.

I stood in front of the mirror, a smile tugging at my lips as I slipped into a simple yet elegant maroon dress. It was one of my favorites-knee-length with delicate embroidery around the neckline and sleeves. I paired it with a set of pearl earrings and a matching bracelet. The soft fabric felt comfortable against my skin, and the color made me feel both confident and beautiful. I left my hair loose, letting the natural waves frame my face.

Honestly, It wasn't just any lunch; it felt like a date, a chance for us to spend time together outside the confines of our daily routines.

"Ready?" I heard his voice from behind me and almost got startled. When I turned around, he was leaning down against the wall at the entrance of closet, his arms folded against his chest and legs crossed around ankles.

I walked towards him, and stood just infront of him.

"How do I look?" I asked, my eyes probably shining.

For a few seconds, his eyes moved from my face towards my thorax and again to my face. Then he leaned down a little, and lined his lips with my ear. I could feel his hot breathe fanning over my skin.

Oh God. What is he doing?

He whispered in a very low voice,

"Don't you think the neckline is somewhat ....deep?"