Hey everyone!
As the votes and views are steadily increasing, I've decided to set some fun targets for us! I've also rescheduled the chapter releases-now it's twice a week instead of once! 🎉
Here's the deal: to keep the chapters coming on the new scheduled days, we need to hit some targets. If the targets aren't met, I'll have to hold back the chapter until we reach them. Let's make this interactive and exciting!
✨ Target:
Votes: 75+
Comments: 15+
"Now you should sleep," Avantika said quietly, tying her hair back into a messy bun, feeling the weight of the evening on her shoulders.
Avyansh, still lounging on the bed, gave her a teasing smile. "You're tying it again? I just opened it, Mishti," he said, his voice slow from the alcohol.
Avantika's fingers paused briefly, but she ignored his words. "You need to rest. You've had too much to drink," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Who cares?" he muttered, sitting up slightly. "Kuch aur baatein kar le? Aap hamesha aise serious kyun rehti ho? Thoda muskurao na".
Avantika's heart skipped a beat, but her mind quickly pulled her back. He's just saying this because he's drunk, she reminded herself. This isn't real.
"Avyansh ji," she started, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy. "Please... you should sleep. We shouldn't be talking like this."
He tilted his head, his gaze softer now. "Like what? I just want to talk to you. Why do you always keep yourself so far away?"
His question struck a chord, making her uneasy. He doesn't care... he said it himself on the first day. He doesn't want this. Avantika swallowed hard, her thoughts racing.
"I'm not far away," she replied, her voice quieter now, almost as if trying to convince herself. "We're just... not like that. And you should sleep this off. It's just the alcohol."
Avyansh chuckled softly, shaking his head.
Avantika bit her lip, her hands trembling slightly. She turned her back to him, trying to escape the moment. "We'll talk tomorrow when you're sober," she said, her voice sounding distant even to her own ears.
She closed her eyes for a second, steadying her breath. Don't get carried away, Avantika. Remember, you're nothing more than a duty to him.
Next day
Avyansh's POV
I wake up to a pounding headache. What the hell happened last night? My mind feels foggy, and I can't remember a thing. I sit up slowly, groaning as I rub my temples, trying to piece together the events from the previous night. The room feels strangely quiet.
Just then, the door creaks open.
"Bhaiyaa, wakey wakey!" Devika chirps, peeking in with a wide grin. Her energy is almost too much for my aching head.
"Your wifey, Bhabhiii ji..." she adds playfully, holding up a plate. "Has sent something for you!"
I squint at the soup she's holding, noticing the steam rising from it. "Isse waha rakh do," I mumble, my stomach churning at the thought of food.
As I try to get my bearings, I suddenly realize I'm not wearing a shirt. I quickly pull the covers up, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Now I'm going. Be downstairs in less than 20 minutes-Bhabhi's strict order for you," she says, giggling as she steps back. I can't help but wonder what Avantika is thinking after last night.
