Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 35

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POV :~ KSHITIJ

By the time we reached home, only after having our dinner right at our hotel, it was 10.

Everyone had already resigned to their rooms, so there was no space for teasing and all by my cousins and I was successfully saved.

They really are a big headache.

I can't believe I slept for so long. To be honest, past three days were really hectic for me and grabbing a peaceful sleep was almost impossible. But today, it seemed as if I took a sleep sufficient for next one week.

And the most important detail is - I slept in her arms during the other half after she woke up.

She is sweet.

She is - beautiful.

And she is caring.

To sum up, she is the perfect wife material.

She knows what I need at the exact time, and also what I will need in future. I was totally stunned when she ordered the food back at the hotel, and everything accoridng to my health.

Also, did I mention that she almost had fired that waitress - who according to my wife was batting her eyelashes on me? Yes, she did. I was stunned, because I never noticed that I had such a staff at my hotel.

She is changing her clothes, inside the walk-in closet, while I'm resting on my bed with all my grace. Just saying.

Since morning, she has been giving me hard-on again and again.

Firstly I got a hard-on this morning when she was pressed against me. Then, when she came outside from bathroom after taking a long bath, her hair wet. Then- ofcourse, when I saw her deep neckline, I mean, deep cleavage. Thank God she changed that dress otherwise I would have ended up doing something hot with her.

I also felt myself hardening when at the hotel room, she slipped her leg in between my legs while sleeping. Thank God, again, that she didn't realize it.

One day of coming close, and this is your condition? Seriously, Kshitij?

What really happened to the previous Kshitij who didn't even allowed her to touch him?

She came outside of the closet, in a loose tshirt and pajamas, but she didn't come to me, instead, she walked towards the window. Standing infront of the window, she was gazing outside and, she crossed her arms against her chest.

I wondered what she must be thinking.

Sometimes I want to ask her a lot of questions. I want to ask her about her childhood, about her school days, about her exes - not my fault if I end up murdering them, and also about her...family, about if she misses her father, or has she even seen him? I know this question will piss her off, but I want to know what she feels.