𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄

Chapter - 18

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.

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SIYA

The first rays of sunlight crept through the curtains, casting a soft golden hue across the room. 

I groaned as the warm light kissed my face, pulling me from the last threads of sleep. I tried to open my eyes but my lazy ass was not supporting me

I opened my one eye, scanning the room, and spotted him by the dresser, buttoning up his shirt, his back to me.

"Are wahh, aap to jaldi uth gaye" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. 

[ Oh wow, you woke up early ]

He glanced over his shoulder, a smug smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Someone has to be responsible around here."

I pushed myself up on my elbows, my hair a tangled mess of curls. "Responsible? Aap kab se itni gahri bate karne lag gaye?  

[ Responsible? Since when did you start talking about such deep things? ]

He chuckled, his deep voice filling the room. "Jab se mujhe nasamajh biwi mili hai"

[ Ever since I got a foolish wife ]

"Nasamjh? Or Me?" I threw a pillow at him, which he caught effortlessly, spinning around to face me. 

[ foolish ]

He leaned against the dresser, arms crossed, the grin on his face growing wider. "Yes Aap, meri shrimati Ji"

[ yes you are my wife ]

Haye ye banda subah subah meri jaan lega

I was melting but glared at him. There was no real malice in my gaze. "Oh, is that so? Well, next time I'll make sure to push you out of the bed entirely."

He smirked, taking a step closer. "You wouldn't dare."

"I absolutely would," I said, my lips twitching in amusement. 

"Agar aap mere karib aana chahti hai to aa sakti hai, lekin ye pillow line bnakar use raat ko hatane ka kya matlab Shrimati Ji?" He leaned closer to me. His voice was husky and looking handsome.

[ If you want to come closer to me, you can do so, but what is the point of making a pillow line and then removing it at night, Mrs.? ]

He laughed and my smile faded. He is teasing me.

Brahmarakshas kahin ka 

I grabbed the pillow and hit him but whom I am joking he didn't feel anything. 

My face is red. What is happening with me? Why I always feel something inside my heart when he is around me.

"Aisa kuch nhi hai. You are not.... Khubsurat para" I told him and try to sly in front of him 

[ There is nothing like that. You are not.... beautiful man ]

Digvijay, now standing by the bed, leaned down, his face inches from mine. "And yet, here you are, unable to resist my charming face."

I scoffed, though my cheeks flushed slightly. "Oh, please. I just tolerate you so that you will not cry."

"Is that so?" Digvijay widened his eyes, and in a swift movement, he scooped me up in his arms, making me squeal in surprise.

"Dusht mujhe niche utaro Varna me mummy se kah dungi" I said, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

[ you wicked one put me down or else I'll tell mommy ]