Warning: 18+
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VEDANTI SHIVYA RATHOD
She is the perfect example of beauty with brains, a woman who loves to talk and is the center of Shivya's universe. Strong and confident, Vedanti has her own secrets, including a profession her husband is unawar...
As I descended the stairs, my eyes were immediately drawn to the living room, beautifully adorned with flowers. The vibrant colors and delicate arrangements were mesmerizing, and I found myself completely lost in admiration. But in my daze, I bumped into someone. "Sorry!" I exclaimed, looking up.
It was Roop, Shivya's younger sister, rubbing her head and glaring at me. "Can't you see where you're going?" she snapped.
"I'm really sorry, I was just looking at the decorations. They're so pretty," I tried to explain, but Roop had already started walking away, acting as if she neither saw nor heard me.
"No, Vedanti, don't," my brain warned me, but of course, I didn't listen. I hurried after her and gently grabbed her hand, asking again, this time more politely, "What's the occasion?"
Roop turned around, glaring at me as if I'd just asked the most ridiculous question. "My elder sister's engagement," she spat out.
"Misha Didi?" I asked, my excitement bubbling over. "Oh my God, when is it? Why didn't you tell me before-"
She cut me off with a smirk, "Do you have an invitation to the ceremony?" And with that, she walked off, leaving me standing there, stunned and hurt.
I made my way back to our room, feeling utterly deflated. I sat on the bed, pouting like a child. Why was everyone in this family so secretive? It was as if they enjoyed keeping me in the dark. I flopped onto the bed, half lying down with my legs still dangling off the side. As I turned my head to the left, my breath caught in my throat.
There he was-my husband, my own personal Greek god-standing half-naked in front of the mirror. Shivya was casually applying some sort of serum to his face, his muscles flexing with each movement. The way water droplets slid down his chiseled chest, tracing the contours of his abs... it was almost too much to handle. My heart raced, and I bit my lower lip, frustrated by the sudden surge of desire.
Yaar, God, why do I have him when I can't have him? I thought to myself, pouting even more.
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Just then, Shivya's voice broke through my thoughts, teasing and amused. "Baby, if you want to see it clearly, should I come closer?" he asked, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I quickly sat up, crossing my arms in mock anger. "No you can stay there and waste your jawaani (youth) standing in front of the mirror," I snapped back, trying to hide how flustered I was.
Shivya chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. He walked over to me, his half-dried hair falling slightly into his eyes, making him look even more irresistible. "Why are you so grumpy, Vedanti? Did something happen?" he asked, his tone gentle yet laced with that teasing edge I both loved and hated.
I huffed, turning my back to him as I flopped back onto the bed. "It's nothing. Roop told me about Misha didi's engagement, but it's like no one wants me to be part of it. Why is everyone like this, huh?" I complained.
