#1 of Mafia Chronicles
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬, the powerful billionaire family. They strike fear into the hearts of the people, their cruelty and love for torture and murder echoing through Delhi.
Two brothers, with their captivating beauty, ha...
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A U T H O R
At Agastya's Room>>>
Navya carefully applied her eyeliner, her hand steady as she finished the final stroke. She then reached for the orange diamond necklace. An extravagant gift from her mother-in-law, especially for the evening's party.
The cool weight of the jewels against her skin was a stark reminder of the expectations she now carried as an Agnihotri.
Tonight would be different. Her family would be there and despite the tension that hung between her and Agastya, she was looking forward to seeing familiar faces.
As Navya turned to grab a few safety pins from the drawer beneath her, she suddenly felt a cool draft at her back. Glancing in the mirror, her eyes widened when she realized that the strings of her blouse had come undone.
She stretched her arm behind her, struggling to reach the loose ties, but it was futile. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips. She considered calling for Kavya, who had helped her get ready earlier, but before she could move, the door creaked open.
Agastya entered, his eyes briefly sweeping over her. His brow arched, clearly surprised to see her still in the room. He'd assumed she'd already gone downstairs with Kavya.
Without saying a word, he grabbed a towel, heading straight to the bathroom, intending to shower and wash away the fatigue from his day at the office.
Navya clenched her teeth, watching his retreating figure. Of course.
Not even a glance of help. He didn't even care that she was struggling. She turned back to the mirror, the knot in her blouse still untied.
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A G A S T Y A
I tied the bathrobe around myself, grabbed a towel, and wiped my hair as I stepped out of the washroom.
In front of me, I was surprised to find my wife, my fierce little kitten, standing in front of the mirror, muttering curses under her breath as she struggled with her blouse strings. The frustration was clear as day on her face, twisting and turning, trying to get the stubborn fabric to cooperate. I couldn't help but smirk at the sight.
