" 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞"
This book might be triggered you⚠️, so read at your own risk.
"You know what the biggest mistake of my life is? Marrying you. And an even bigger mistake is loving...
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•Aaravi's pov•
I was sitting in the chair placed in the balcony, watching the scenery outside.
It was giving me a sense of peace as the wind touched my face, and when I closed my eyes, a cold yet beautiful sensation ran through my body.
I was so lost in the peace that I didn’t even realize when the door to the room opened.
"Why are you sitting here without changing your clothes? Change into something comfortable, and then we’ll have breakfast," my husband said, his voice a bit frustrated and irritated. It broke my trance, and I simply nodded and went back to the room.
"I’ll arrange lunch ," he said and left the room. I placed my luggage on the bed, grabbed a purple saree, blouse, and petticoat—and most importantly, a brush. I zipped up the luggage and headed to the washroom. After finishing my business in the bathroom, I left and stood in front of the mirror. I dried my hair with a towel, took a pinch of vermillion, and applied it to my hairline.
I wore matching bangles, took my phone, and left the room.
I came outside and looked around.
The house was beautiful—yes, a house. He booked a house instead of a hotel.
This is exactly what I wanted to do in Greece—to stay in a house where I could see the sea from the balcony.
Staying in a house instead of a hotel because a house gives you a homey warmth, something a hotel cannot.
This could just be a coincidence, but I don't know why my heart doesn't want it to be just that.
But in reality, it is a coincidence. I sighed and walked around the house.
The house was so beautiful; I was mesmerized by its beauty, with the walls painted in light colors.
I took a few steps forward when I heard some noise coming from the front. I went in that direction and stopped when I saw my husband cooking, wearing a black apron, his shirt sleeves rolled up, with his veins showing on his arms, and his hair all messed up.
I realized I was openly staring and drooling over him, but it was too late as my husband caught me watching him like a creep. I quickly looked away.
"I know I’m a good-looking husband, wifey," he said. My cheeks heated up, and I bit my inner cheeks.
It’s so embarrassing when someone catches you staring at them like a creep.
"Come, lunch is ready," he said in his usual cold, ice-like voice.
