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"And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards...
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ADHIKRIT
"Pagal hain aap!" Sweetheart exclaimed in that heavenly voice of hers, the one that always manages to bring me to my knees, no matter how much of a big shot I think I am.
(You are crazy.)
I grinned and pulled her closer—again. "Loving my wife isn't a crime, madam!"
"Budhe ho gaye hain ab aap, sharam kar lijiye!" She tried to sound stern, but her laughter slipped through.
(You should be ashamed old man.)
I nuzzled into her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her favorite jasmine oil. "And yet this 'old man' kept you awake the entire night," I teased, my lips brushing against her skin.
"Shut up, Mr. Agnihotri! We're outside Reyaan's school!" she hissed, her cheeks turning that beautiful shade of crimson I can never get enough of.
Reluctantly, I let her go and leaned back in my seat, though my hand still held hers. I couldn't help it. Even after all these years, the need to touch her was as natural as breathing.
It's strange, isn't it? How time flies and yet seems to stand still. One moment, she was just Kashi, the woman who was crying with a sprained wrist and the next, she was Kashi Agnihotri, the beating heart of my home.
Life gave me Kashi, and I made her my wife. Amazing, really.
Reyaan is ten now. Ten fucking years old.
It feels surreal to even say it. My boy, the same one who used to cling to Kashi's chest and sob into her neck whenever someone hurt his ego, is now a little man. A little man with opinions, a smart mouth, and an uncanny knack for driving me insane—just like his mother.
I glanced at Sweetheart sitting beside me in the car, her face glowing as she fiddled with her hair in the visor mirror. She had worn one of her favourite saree, I mean my favourite.
The years hadn't dulled her. No—scratch that—they'd made her even more radiant. She was still the same woman who'd stolen my heart with her fiery eyes and sharp tongue.
She caught me staring and narrowed her eyes. "What now, Mr. Agnihotri? Another one of your filmi dialogues?"
I shrugged. "Just admiring my wife. Last I checked, that wasn't a crime."
She huffed, though I could see the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Budhape mein zyada chaav mat dikhaiye. Focus on your son for once, not me."
(Ignore your old age enthusiasm and focus on your son.)
Old age, my foot. Reyaan was the only one constantly reminding me of it. That little devil loved calling me "dinosaur dad," claiming I was practically ancient compared to the dads of his friends. As if I didn't have enough stress dealing with his teenage-in-the-making antics.
