Kshitij got Kritika

CHAPTER ~ 53

POV :~ KRITIKA

I went with my decision of wearing a saree after so many days. No actually. Months.

So, I chose to wear a maroon colored light saree while it was useless to think that I should tell my husband to wear the same colour shirt was mine, because he had already wore one. Maroon.

It was a complete coincidence. Seriously.
Liar.

Here we are, standing in between the guests after the cake cutting ceremony. I didn't knew they celebrate this way. Grand party and all. Just because you never had a great birthday party, doesn't mean anyone else will not. Beside, it's the birthday of a cutie pie. I swear, Hridya's daughter is cute, so cute. And I can't really get over the fact that the mother and daughter were twinning, and looking so adorable together.

We haven't yet talked, because I understand she has to attend other guests too, but she gave me her beautiful smile ever the other time our eyes met.

My husband hasn't left my side since we arrived here. Even right now, his hand is around my waist and he is stroking my bare skin gently with his thumb while talking to someone I don't really know. But it seems like they're acquaintance, because the woman he has his hand encircled around, looks very-very similar to Hridya.

I looked up at my husband, but he is busy talking. Seriously. Look at me, Kshitij. I'm back to being clingy and all. I need a hug. Right at this instant. 

Kshitij.

Look at me.

Ummm.

“You need to call out his name in order to grab his attention,” the look-alike of Hridya said to me, laughing, and other two pairs of eyes snapped to me leaving me embarassed. 

My husband smiled at me, “You want something, moon?” he asked me in a low voice.

I shook my head.

“Seriously guys, you both need to stop talking and focus on us,” the look-alike said to her husband — I guess, and my husband.

Wait. He isn't her husband. Her hairline is empty.

Kshitij and the man along with her, laughed.

“That's all, you'll just laugh off, Kshitij,” she turned her attention to my husband and gestured her hand between me and her, “Introduce us atleast.”

My husband squeezed my waist a little, “Moon, she is Hridya's elder sister, Aashi Di,” he gazed at...Di, “My wife, Kritika. You've already seen her before, I guess no introduction was needed.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“At your reception,” Aashi di said to me.

I gave her a soft smile. Kshitij gestured at the man, “He is her..”

“Fiancée, Atharv Sehgal,” the man finished for Kshitij and gazed into his woman's eyes with such intense. Such a strong intense gaze that I realized my husband looks at me the same way.

“You needed a hug? Didn't you?” Kshitij whispered into my ear and my eyes flew to him with a smile on my face as I nodded my head.

He grabbed my hand, “Come.”

But before I could take a step further, Hridya joined her sister and us along with her husband, and the newborn in his arms.

“Enjoying without me, guys?”

“Or more like Kshitij was about to drag his wife away to do God knows what,” Aashi di replied to which the others laughed.

“Not my mistake, you two where busy looking at each other,” Kshitij replied gesturing at Aashi di and her husband.