Destiny of My Ishq

Chapter 23

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The morning sun filtered through the large glass windows of the luxurious kitchen, casting a golden glow on the marble countertops. The air was filled with the sound of the blender whirring as Saachi, draped in a stunning red georgette saree, worked meticulously on preparing breakfast.

The soft pleats of her saree swayed gently with her movements, and the open-back blouse she wore highlighted her graceful frame. Her delicate hands moved swiftly, chopping fruits and pouring protein powder into the blender, completely immersed in her task.

She didn’t notice the faint creak of the kitchen door as Adhyant entered, in his grey workout tee clinging to his muscular frame, damp with sweat. His sharp gaze softened as it landed on her. Setting his water bottle aside, he walked up behind her silently, wrapping his strong arms tightly around her slim waist.

Saaci jolted slightly, gasping, but immediately relaxed as she felt his familiar presence.

“Adhyant!” she exclaimed softly, a pretty smile lighting up her face. 

“My wifey,” he murmured in his deep, husky voice, nuzzling her neck. Turning her around with gentle insistence, he cupped her face and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. 

Saachi pulled back, scrunching her nose. “Ew, Adhyant, you’re sweaty!” she said, playfully trying to push him away. 

He chuckled, holding her even tighter. “Sweaty or not, you can’t escape me, and don't forget that you enjoy this sweaty look of mine in bed” he teased and wink, his mischievous grin making her heart skip a beat. 

“You shameless person. Let me go!” she protested, laughing. “I have to give the protein shakes to Avdhaan bhaiya and Adhyay bhaiya. They’re waiting.” 

Adhyant frowned dramatically, his grip on her growing possessive. “Avdhaan, Adhyay, why are you always worried about them? I’m your husband, Wifey. So, worry about me only.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “I don’t like sharing you.” 

“Adhyant!” she scolded, though her voice held no real anger. 

Ignoring her protests, he began trailing kisses along her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. 

Just then, the kitchen door swung open. “Bhabhi! Where’s my protein shake?” Avdhaan’s loud voice echoed through the room. 

Saachi froze, her cheeks flaming red as she tried to wiggle out of Adhyant’s hold. But Adhyant, irritated by the interruption, tightened his grip on her and shot a glare at his brothers. 

Behind Avdhaan, Adhyay entered, looking equally confused. Both brothers halted abruptly as they realized what they’d walked into. 

“Oh God!” Avdhaan exclaimed, immediately covering his eyes. “Could you two keep your *
romantic scenes in your bedroom, please?” 

Adhyay turned his back to them, groaning. “We just wanted our protein shakes, not a front-row seat to your… whatever this is.” 

Saachi finally managed to free herself, her face a deep shade of crimson. “I told you to let me go!” she hissed at Adhyant, who looked utterly unbothered. 

“I told you not to worry about anyone but me,” he shot back, his tone laced with mock annoyance. 

Avdhaan smirked, peeking through his fingers. “You’re really setting the bar high for a couple goals, Bhai. But next time, can you make sure we’re not around?”