"Every beat of my heart echoes your. Name; loving you is the most thrilling diagnosis I've ever encountered".
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𖤐Evan Oberoi is a cardiologist. "He knows how to cure hearts but also knows how to d...
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It's been a week since I was in France enjoying my time with my dad and Nathalie, but it looks like my husband is not enjoying his time because he always gets those death glares from my dad. He makes his dinner and breakfast.
He borrowed my laptop and talked with his patients online. Dad is not letting me go back to India he is saying that one week is not enough for him.
But sometimes I think that I am troubling Evan. But he looks so cute when he tries to ignore my dad who calls him a tailor.
I don't like the nickname, but I laugh mentally whenever Dad calls him that.
I am sitting on my bed with my laptop, and it's already 11 pm. I shut my laptop and put it on the table.
I do my skincare and change my clothes into shorts and a T-shirt. They are my comfort clothes. I already took out my anklets when I came here. I will wear them when I go there.
I covered myself with the duvet. And ran my bare legs on the cold duvet. It's feels so good. Haha!
I covered myself to my head and tried to sleep. But throw the duvet from my body in frustration. Because I am unable to sleep.
I collect my duvet back and cover myself; otherwise, I will catch a cold.
I closed my eyes and felt the bed pressed from the other side. I opened my eyes in fear.
"Don't worry, it's me, your only husband"! He says and lies beside me.
"Don't sleep beside me. I need to sleep carefree".
"Liana, you sleep carefree daily on me".
"No, I don't. It's you who hugs me in sleep".
"Oh really wifey? I came here jumping from the balcony daily so you feel safe to sleep but now you are blaming me"?
I sat on the bed and crossed my hand over my chest.
"Liana, don't cross your hands," he says, and I raise my eyebrows in question.
I cross my hands more tightly. He closes his eyes and rubs his forehead.
"Stop"! He says and covers himself to the head with the duvet.
I looked at myself and crossed my hands just to see why he was saying this.
Oh shit! I am not wearing a bra and whenever I cross my hands over my chest. It pressed them more. I shut my eyes and lay on the bed.
"Evan, you are smelling good"! I say, and he turns his head and looks at me.
"Your hair always smells so good. I want to dig my head into your hair and smell it until my head starts spinning because of the fragrance. But I never said that so close your eyes and sleep".
