𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐇: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄

Chapter Forty-Six

A D V I K ' S   P O V

It's midnight, and the road is silent, with only our cars running—two in front of mine and two behind. 

I turned my head and noticed the serene figure beside me. 

My lips curved into a small smile as I saw her resting peacefully against the window glass.

I gently withdrew my hand from the back of her head and pulled her closer so she could sleep more comfortably. 

She must be exhausted, the dress and jewelry look beautiful but seem heavy for my little jasmine. 

I pressed my lips to her forehead, marveling at the fact that we are married. 

It's hard to believe she's mine.

She's so fragile and vulnerable. 

I'm afraid I might hurt her if I hold her too tightly. 

I can't believe it myself—I'm madly in love with this girl. 

Love seemed foreign to me just a few months ago, but suddenly, a girl barged into my life and made me obsess over her with her endless bickering.

We finally reached our destination—a three-story house with a small garden in front. 

Sankalp had insisted I move here, despite my attempts to decline, as I already had a great apartment near our office. 

He insisted it was a wedding gift, so here I am in front of our new home. 

It's just ten minutes, or even less, from Rathore Mansion.

We parked the car in front of the house. 

I glanced at Jasmine beside me before stepping out. 

I opened her door and lifted her into my arms, trying not to disturb her sweet sleep. 

She nestled her face against my neck, her slow breaths tickling my skin.

One of the guards opened the door, and I walked inside, stepping lightly up the stairs. 

As I gently nudged open the bedroom door, a fresh blend of jasmine and rose scent washed over me. 

The room was bathed in candlelight and decorated with flowers. 

Looking at my wife sleeping in my arms and then at the romantic setup before me, a chuckle escaped my lips.

I walked inside and gently placed her on the bed, still deep in slumber. 

Then, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

After changing into something comfortable and taking a quick shower, I came back and sat beside her, carefully undoing her heavy jewelry. 

I removed the maangtikka, took out the pins from her hair, and unfastened the heavy necklaces, bangles, and anklets without waking her.

"Jasmine," I called softly. 

She didn't move.

"Jasmine," I said a bit louder. 

She squinted her eyes in her sleep. 

"Sleep after changing your clothes," I whispered, bending close to her ear. 

She slowly opened her eyes, and her small, round eyes met mine, looking confused.

I stayed close, and she seemed to be trying to process something in her sleepy state. 

Did she forget that she's married?