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Sometimes women love more.
"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fi...
Enjoy a little romance before the DRAMA begins !!!
Any predictions on how the story will turn after this ?
This one's another lengthy chapter before I go on a short break for my presentations coming up.
How long ?
Maximum 14 days, not more than that. I could even uplaod in between, I will notify you guys about it.
HAPPY READING ! 💫
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*Third Person's POV*:-
The room was wrapped in a cloak of comfort and peace, Ranvijay was sprawled on the sofa with his feet one over the other. He had allowed his guards down acknowledging the privacy and the comfort of their bedroom and Nishtha's presence.
Ranvijay had his eyes focused, going over each and every word, registering them in his mind.
His left hand was on the headboard of the sofa, supporting his head while his right hand held the book expertly between his index and middle finger, meanwhile the thumb held the page from fluttering.
Ranvijay was sight for painting, handsomeness oozing from his poised figure as the the soft golden hue of the setting sun fell on him, enhancing his sharp features while he was lost reading another book he had borrowed (read-stolen) from Nishtha's 'po*n collection'.
Nishtha would bet that no other person could read sm*t like Ranvijay did- a calm and collected self with a blank look as he read perhaps the most obscene descriptions without any blush creeping on his face.
As if the timing had clicked, Nishtha stepped out from the closet. Her eyes flickering towards Ranvijay the very moment as she observed him even through the mirror.
"And you say that I am obsessed with them.," Nishtha muttered.
The timely jab grabbed Ranvijay's attention, his brows quirked with a smug look as he heard the well anticipated taunt from her.
His eyes met with Nishtha's, she was already looking at him with her eyebrows perked up.
And because Ranvijay had no come back or explanation onto why he was reading the book, he just laughed it off. Closing the book with his thumb holding the page he was reading on.
His attention now grabbed by his wife who, just a few seconds ago had come out of the closet wearing the classic black, sleeveless, body-hugging onepiece that ended a few inches below her knees.
The dress had a square neck and a cut crossing her waist, giving a glimpse of her abs, her years of hard work.
Imagine that oh-so pretty Deepika Padukone black dress, the Koffee with Karan wala.
