𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
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• YUVIKA •
21 July 2020
The rainy night. One room. And our drenched clothes that were all about that night.
He gently pushed the door open, and I hesitantly stepped into the room, feeling a rush of nerves. He stood close behind me, his warmth enveloping me. Taking a moment to take it all in, I realized we were in a honeymoon suite.
“ This was the only one available," he murmured softly, avoiding my gaze.I tentatively explored the room, my feet brushing against rose petals scattered on the floor, leading the way to the bed. There, a big heart made of rose petals adorned the pristine white sheets, and two towel ducks leaned in for a kiss.
The room was dimly lit, with flickering candles casting dancing shadows across the walls, and the gentle glow of the fire added to the ambiance.
“ I hope you don't mind.- I mean you don't feel uncomfortable” I heard him saying and I kept silent.
"It looks so magnificent," I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from the romantic scene before us.
There were tables with two bottles of wine and glass. And cozy chairs. The bed was dropped with white curtain and with lighting around it. A large chandelier hung above, it was all luxurious and beautiful.
I walked inside and could hear the heavy raindrops drumming against the window as I stepped inside, and he followed closely behind. With a cautious hand, he closed the door, checking to ensure it was securely locked. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the chill of the damp air seeping through my white saree, which clung to me like a second skin. His wet blazer draped over me, offering warmth and shelter.
As I moved to push his wet blazer aside, signaling my intention to freshen up, I could sense his presence lingering behind me.
"Wait, Yuvika," his voice called out, but I avoided meeting his gaze. Instead, I watched as he passed me and disappeared into the washroom. I wondered if he wanted to change first.
Standing there, I noticed he didn't close the door behind him. Curiosity piqued, I observed his reflection in the mirror, watching as he delicately checked something with his finger. Then it hit me, he was making sure the mirror and bathroom were secure and unalarmed by secret cameras.
His small gesture, his silent concern, made my heart skip a beat at that very instant.
He gestured for me to go ahead, urging me forward with a gentle motion of his hands. I entered the washroom and I was stunned
