#2 in The Shaktawat Sisters | Completed
Avantika Kanwar Shaktawat x Garv Singh Chauhan
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He falls for her when his best friend mentions her name during his final year of college life. He was unaware how she looks and how she speaks until he met...
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My morning routines weren’t distinctive until she moved in. I looked down at her figure, deep in sleep. Her dark brown hair masked her face, her closed eyelids silently embraced sleep, her hand finding a reason to stay on my chest, and her melodious murmuring in between.
“Ava,” My thumb traced her cheek. “Good morning, sweetheart,” I whispered, brushing off her rebellious hair.
Her lips slightly lifted as she nestled her face in my neck. “Wake up,” I said, my arms grabbing her back, and my fingers correcting her half-raised top.
“I don’t want to go,” she complained in her sleepy voice. Her cold fingers dug into my shoulders.
My hand reached to get my phone from the nightstand. “If you don’t wake up, I’ll click our selfie. Are you hearing me? See your condition first.”
“I won’t mind.” She raised briskly and tilted her head to brush our nose tips. “Set the angle high,” she instructed, hugging and waiting for the morning snap. Taking a picture, I planted a kiss on her forehead. I moved out of the bed after handing my phone to her.
“Let’s go to the closet.”
I turned back after hearing her demand. “Why?” I stared in confusion.
“For better view.” She pulled away the comforter. “Mirror pictures, Jaan-e-mann,” she said, getting out of the bed. Her hand splayed in the closet direction and I followed her without any disapproval.
The unplanned morning photoshoot was accomplished with her mandatory instructions on hand positions and several poses. She ordered me to leave as she wanted to get ready for her department. Agreeing to it, I grabbed my bath essentials from the wardrobe and headed towards the bathroom of another room. After half an hour, we met again at the dining table for our breakfast.
“Are you free tomorrow?” I asked, pulling out the chair beside her.
“No idea. Depends on my work,” she answered, taking the lid away from the casserole.
“There’s an event tomorrow. Mr. Dixit has invited us.” I informed, serving myself an omelet.
“Oh,” she waited a moment, “I’ll let you know by evening.” She offered an assuring smile and cut down the space between us.“But if I’m joining you, what am I wearing then? Tell me the dress code.” Her words were joined by a chuckle witnessing my blush due to our close distance.
“I’ll handle it.” I ensured, returning to the half-emptied plate.
After breakfast, I wished her a good day as I watched her walk outside. I glanced at my watch. It read the time as 8:30 a.m.
