Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 37

POV :~ KSHITIJ

I came home early today, wanting to meet my wife. I've been missing her so badly since last two days.

Yeah, well I'm surprised too upon missing her this bad, but the urge to hold her, hug her and sleep with her in my arms is so strong that it's fucking up with my mind.

The problem is, I can only smell her flowery scent in the room, and she is not here.

So, I dialled the driver to ask him about my wife's whereabout, because her phone wasn't reachable and he informed that she had went to visit her mother's house and they are on their way back to home.

And here I'm, standing inside the closet to surprise her.

I heard the creak sound of the opening of door and at that very right moment, I called her.

She recieved the call.

"Where are you, Kritika?" I tried to sound a little innocent and worried at the same time.

"Just reached home," I heard her footsteps approaching me, and her eyes fell on me. For a second, she paused. I paused too. She was wearing a saree. She only wears it occasionally. But that wasn't the point, the point was she was looking so freaking beautiful in blue colour.

After realizing that I was actually there, she took her slow steps towards me. My lips curved into a smile.

"But you were going to return back tomorrow morning, right?"

I stepped forward, held her arm, and pulled her towards me, leaning against the wall. Snaking my hands around her waist, I leaned down and whispered into her ear,

"But I can return back before time if I miss my wife, can't I?"

She placed her hands on my chest and pushed me away. Thank God, my hold around her waist was tight because we didn't even budge.

"You are being bipolar." She whispered against my mouth.

"In the sense?"

"You say you miss me, but at the same time you choose to stay away from me for days."

"Do you by any chance think that I do it on purpose, Mrs. Gupta?"

"Don't call me that!"

I chuckled. "What? Mrs. Gupta? Aren't you my wife?"

She crossed her arms against her chest, "No, my name is Kritika Verma."

I tapped her nose twice with my fingers, "You're too cute to forget the day we got married, a month ago, Mrs. Kshitij Gupta."

"I have forgotten nothing, including the fact that you asked me to stay away from you."

I frowned, "Wrong choice of words. I never said that."

Not even in my dreams would I ask my wife or fiancèe — who happens to be Kritika, luckily — to stay away from me.

She rolled her eyes, "Okay, maybe you asked me not to touch you and all."

"Time change, so do us."

"I can't believe you're the same Kshitij."

"Welcome to reality, wife. This is the new phase of your — our marriage."

She gazed intensely into my eyes and asked, against my mouth, "Does that mean you will love me someday?"

I replied without hesitation, "Someday —yes."

Her lips curved into an instant wide smile and she hugged me tightly, almost strangling me. I caressed her back and pressed my lips on the crown of her head.