Destiny of My Ishq

Chapter 28

The morning sun peeked through the sheer curtains of their luxurious bedroom, casting a golden hue over the couple tangled together beneath the silk sheets.

Saachi stirred first, her head resting on Adhyant’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arm was draped possessively over her waist, as if even in sleep, he refused to let her go.

A small smile played on her lips as she traced lazy patterns on his bare chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin. Her brown hair spilled over his arm, a contrast against the crisp white sheets.

He stirred slightly, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her forehead.

“You’re awake,” his husky morning voice sent shivers down her spine.

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, his fingers trailing up her spine, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

“With you beside me? Always,” she whispered, tilting her head up to look into his eyes.

Adhyant smirked. “Flatter me more, wifey.”

She chuckled. “I don’t need to. You already think you’re God’s gift to women.”

He rolled over, trapping her beneath him, his weight pressing deliciously against her. “And you, Mrs. Sherawat, are my greatest gift.”

Saachi laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Oh, now you’re being cheesy.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You love it.”

And she did. Because every moment with Adhyant felt like a dream, a beautiful illusion she had carefully crafted, hiding the storm brewing underneath.

“I want us to take a shower together….” Saying this, Adhyant didn’t wait for her response and took her to the bathroom.

“Adhyant, I am already tired and I know that if we are going to do that, then it will make us late for today's meeting.” She growled but he didn't hear anything and picked her up in iis arms.

After a slow, teasing shower that almost made them late, Saachi dressed in a pristine white formal dress that hugged her curves perfectly, exuding both power and grace. Adhyant, dressed in his signature black three-piece suit, escorted her to Shergill Publishing House, his presence commanding respect and fear alike.

The meeting room was sleek and modern, with glass walls overlooking the cityscape of Kashmir. Tahir, the head of Shergill Publishing, sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his sharp eyes studying the couple as they entered.

“Mrs. Sherawat,” Tahir greeted with a polite nod. “Mr. Sherawat.”

Adhyant barely acknowledged the greeting, his fingers tightening around Saachi’s waist. He never liked Tahir, and he made no effort to hide it.

Saachi took a seat gracefully, flipping through the contract. “Everything looks in place. Let’s get this finalized.”

Tahir nodded, but his gaze flickered toward Adhyant. “Your husband seems tense. Not fond of the idea of you working with us?”

Adhyant leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes cold. “My wife works wherever she pleases. I simply like knowing who she’s dealing with.”

Saachi placed a hand on Adhyant’s thigh under the table, a silent warning to behave. “Tahir and I have mutual respect. This deal will benefit both our companies.”

Adhyant didn’t respond, his jaw tightening. He didn’t like anyone getting too close to Saachi, especially not someone like Tahir, whom he didn’t trust.