𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉: 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝟓𝟐.

The chapter has adult language and high adult/Sexual content. that is not suitable for certain age group. if you are not comfortable, feel free to skip it. Recommended for 18+. Read on your risk.

KASHISH

After taking a shower, I walked outside the bathroom, wiping my wet hair with one towel while the other was wrapped around me. I draped the towel on the chair and picked up the body lotion from the dressing table. Thank God, my skin healed.

Pink blossomed on my face when my eyes landed on apples lying on the table near the bed. Take every bit of this inside your mouth now. I might've been embarrassed by his filthy words last night, except I was beyond caring. Ranvijay was the only man I'd ever truly fantasized about.

Kashish, Stop fantasizing about him. You have to get ready for Pooja, or Aaji will kill you. Today is Basant Panchami. Technically, it was our wedding anniversary, as we got married on Basant Panchami last year. But for the record, our wedding anniversary will be in three days.

I thought time would separate us, but our souls were connected. Our hearts connected. So, no one could separate us. We'd truly meant for each other. I sprinted toward the bed and picked my saree up. Everything was so perfect in my life except this saree.

Why do I have to wear saree all the time? Fuck!

The yellow raw mango silk saree was drop-dead gorgeous. No heavy work, just plain silk fabric; the border was adorned with golden crystals in the shape of teardrops. And the blouse was also pretty. Plain yellow with thin straps.

What else do I have? Jewellery. After ten minutes, I decided to wear oxidized earrings. Long-sized chandbali jhumkis and Kundan-encrusted kadas. I will be looking gorgeous.

Idiot, but how? In order to look gorgeous, you must have worn it. I need someone's help to drape this 6-meter fabric. Should I take help from the tutorial? No, it didn't help me much last time. Think Kashish! Think!

I looked at the watch. Shit! I'm running out of time. Idea, I can take Divya's help. I made raw plates and tucked them inside my shapewear. I took quick steps towards the door while grabbing my saree plates so I wouldn't fall on the floor.

I was looking down at my saree when I bumped into something hard. I was two seconds away from falling to the floor with the object's force when a firmer hand gripped my waist. My eyes were closed, and body was still dangling in the air.

Thank God, I didn't hit the floor. I lifted my eyes and moved up to the source that was holding me. "Why do you always do this to me, Ran?" He pulled me back up into a standing position. Closer to his chest.

I planted my hands on his shoulders. I could look straight into his eyes. My heart pumped fast. "Why are you walking unsighted?" His grip tightened around my waist. Our gaze deepened.

Can I just adore him for a few seconds? He was in a yellow kurta and white pajamas. His hair was messy. He didn't comb his hair. He looked irresistible in traditional attire. "Where am I?" I didn't realize I was staring at him until he made his witty comment.

"At doorstep," Ranvijay raised an eyebrow. "Enlighten me. Where am I in your fantasy?"

"Don't read my mind too much." Ranvijay ran a hand through his hair, which of course was still perfect. "You aren't there." Liar. Ranvijay yanked me toward him, and I gulped, holding his kurta in my fist. "I am."

I trembled when he leisurely ran his finger over my bottom lip. "Even your wildest fantasy has my presence, Jaan." I tried not to stare at his collarbones, but it was difficult to ignore. "Stop making assumptions and leave me." He quickly removed his hand from my waist. Asshole! But I didn't fall down.