Kshitij got Kritika

CHAPTER ~ 59

✿ Four months later. ✿

POV :~ KSHITIJ

I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping outside the window, the sun shining brightly through the curtains.

I stretched languidly, my arms reaching out for her, "Baby," I called out softly, my voice hoarse from sleep. When I didn't feel her beside me, I called out, "Where are you, moon?" My eyes still closed.

"Good morning, patidev," I heard her voice from somewhere distant.

I sat up on bed slowly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. The first thing I noticed as I opened my eyes was the soft light filtering through the curtains, painting the room in shades of gold. And then I saw her, my beautiful wife, standing by the dressing table.

Moon, freshly bathed, her hair still damp and clinging in soft waves around her shoulders, like a halo that caught the morning light. She was draped in a saree—a deep emerald green, with delicate gold embroidery along the edges that shimmered with every small movement she made. The fabric hugged her curves, flowing like liquid silk, clinging in places and draping in others, with just enough to leave me mesmerized.

Her skin seemed to glow, warmed by the sun's first rays, her cheeks still slightly flushed from the heat of the bath. A few water droplets clung to her neck, trailing down to where the fabric started, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Her eyes were focused on the mirror, a soft concentration there as she adjusted the pleats of her saree with fingers so delicate they seemed to dance. I watched her as if seeing her for the first time—her lips curved slightly, almost like a secret smile, the kind that makes you wonder what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling in that exact moment.

She was beautiful in a way that words fail to capture, more than I’d ever seen her. The kind of beauty that makes everything else disappear, leaving only her—standing there, the embodiment of grace and elegance, with an ease that seemed almost ethereal. I wanted to reach out, to pull her back into bed, to hold her close, and tell her how breathtaking she looked right now. But for that moment, I just sat there, watching her, unable to do anything but drink in the sight of her, like she was the most precious thing in the world… because, in every way that mattered, she was.

I grinned widely, my face lightening up with joy.

"Good morning, my ardhangini," I got out of bed and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, "You look stunning."

"Hmm, Dhanyawad patidev. Now, go and freshen up, we've to reach downstairs for puja ceremony, remember?" she said to me, holding me back with her arms.

I nuzzled into the crook of her neck, kissing her soft skin, "I know, moon.." I paused, my hands tightening around her waist possessively, "But first," I spinned her around, backing her up against the dressing table as I leaned in for a kiss.

She put her palm infront of my mouth almost immediately, "We have to attend the PUJA CEREMONY. No kissing. Go and freshen up, Kshitij."

I pouted playfully, my lower lip jutting out in a faux-pout, "Um- just one little kiss?" I begged, my eyes filled with mock puppy dog eyes.

"NO," my wife ordered strictly.

I let out an overdramatic sigh, my shoulders slumped. "Fine."

I turned around and stomped towards the bathroom, muttering under my breathe, "Mean wife, no kisses for poor husband," while I heard the voice of her laughing behind my back.

"I heard that," she muttered.

"I said it out loud so you can hear it, my dear wife," I spoke back to her as I entered the bathroom,"Please take out something good and traditional for me."