Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 39

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POV :~ KRITIKA

We stood on the deck of the luxurious cruise ship, feeling the gentle sway beneath my feet as the cool ocean breeze tousled my hair.

It was New Year's Eve, and Kshitij and I had decided to celebrate in style, aboard this magnificent vessel cruising along the sparkling waters of Goa's coastline.

The ship was adorned with shimmering lights and festive decorations, creating a magical ambiance that seemed straight out of a dream. Soft music floated through the air, blending with the rhythmic sound of waves lapping against the hull.

Couples and families mingled around us, dressed in their finest attire, anticipation and excitement lighting up their faces.

Kshitij looked dashing in all his glory, his eyes reflecting the glimmering lights of the ship. He held my hand firmly, his touch comforting and reassuring as we explored the different decks and lounges. Everywhere we turned, there were smiles and laughter, the air filled with a sense of camaraderie and joy.

We found our way to the ship's elegant dining hall, where tables were beautifully set with sparkling silverware and candles flickering in golden holders. The aroma of delectable dishes filled the air, enticing our senses and whetting our appetites.

We settled into a cozy corner table with a panoramic view of the ocean stretching out before us, dotted with distant lights from the coastline.

My husband, not for a minute he was able to keep his hands off me. Either his hand was on the small of my back, or around my shoulder — especially when some men used to eye me and he used to make sure that he showed them that I belong to him.

"I'm telling you, staying back at the hotel was better idea," he whispered into my ear.

I chuckled, "Then staying at home would have been the best, isn't it?"

"Worse, at home, I would have to share you with my cousins." He rolled his eyes back.

"Don't tell me you're jealous of your own cousins."

"I'm. Sue me," he rolled his eyes again, and asked the waiter to bring us something which I didn't hear because I was too busy in feeling his touch upon my belly.

When the waiter left us alone, he turned his attention back to me.

"Why do you always touch my belly in particular?" I bombard him with my first question.

"You don't like it?"

"I do, but...you know, I would like to know the reason."

"No particular reason." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my shoulder, stealing my heart away.

I narrowed my eyes to him.

He smiled slightly, "Okay. Maybe I keep on touching your belly, because I feel the rhythm of your laughter ...and the warmth of your smile, filling me with a happiness ...that's probably beyond w-words. Besides, um — your belly is cute."

"You know you can't just say those words and not make me fall in love with you, right?"

He laughed, "By all means, go on. Because I'll never break your heart."

"You're being a pookie bear today, I just want to hug you tightly!!!"

He frowned, "What does that mean?"

I laughed loudly, and pulled his cheek, "You're cute."

He tapped on my nose twice, as always, "Not more than you."