Kshitij Gupta is the owner of VV groups of Hotels and a self made businessman. The only regret of his life is, he wasn't able to confess his love to the only love of his life, and was not able to play his part in doing her life normal, not once but...
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POV :~ KRITIKA
"Kiss me, moon," he whispered right over my mouth and my heart beat paused for a second.
What did he just call me?????
He called me moon.
And why the hell I already love this nickname so much?
"Why 'moon'?" I questioned, gazing into his eyes. I need to know the reason, right?
He smiled, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "You really want to know?"
I nodded, leaning in closer, eager to hear his explanation.
He took a deep breath, his gaze drifting to the moonlit sky.
"The moon has always fascinated me," he spoke softly. "It's constant, yet ever-changing. It goes through phases, but it's always there, providing light even in the darkest of nights. It has a calming presence, a gentle glow that can soothe anyone who looks at it — Just like you."
He tapped my nose twice, like always, and I felt my heart skip a beat as he continued.
"You, Kritika, you feel like my moon. Your presence in my life brings me peace and comfort. No matter ...how tough things get, knowing ...you're there makes everything better. Your presence feels like that gentle light, illuminating my world even when everything seems dark. And like the moon, you're beautiful, serene, and mysterious in your own way."
His words touched me deeply, and I felt a lump form in my throat. I had never thought of myself in such a way before, and hearing it from my husband made it all the more special.
"And just like the moon," he added, his voice tender, "you have phases too. There are times when you shine brightly, full of energy and joy, and other times when you might feel a bit dim, but you're still there, still as beautiful and essential as ever. Your phases make you who you are, and I'm so," he palmed my cheeks, "so proud of you, my moon."
"You know you're making me feel emotional, right?" I chewed on my lower lips, but he freed my lips from my own clutch and shook his head, "You'll end up drawing out blood from your lips someday."
I replied sensually, knowingly, "I would like it more if you draw my blood out from my lips by using your teeth."
He held my waist and pulled me closer, "Don't do that, Kritika." His voice came out sensual.
"For your information, I've a nickname now."
"Don't do that ...moon." He whispered.
"Then what do you want me to do, my moonlight?"
"Fuck. Kritika," he groaned.
"What? Baby?" I teased.
He chuckled, but shyly, "You're making me feel shy. You know that, don't you?"
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