DESTINED WITH YOU

CHAPTER-14

-Reyansh's pov-

"No means no," I said strictly.

"Please" she pleaded.

"No, Sneha. You haven't recovered yet," I said, leaving no room for argument.

"It's been eight months, and you haven't let me do anything," Sneha ji said.

It had been eight months since that incident, and she still wasn't fully recovered. And yes, I didn't let her do any work. I even wrote her diary myself, which somehow helped me understand her better.

So, today was Maha Shivratri, and I hadn't let her fast. But now she was asking to join the puja.

In these four months, I hadn't even let her go downstairs for dinner or breakfast.

How could I possibly let her go to the temple for Maha Shivratri?

"Sneha, Bhabi promised she would do a video call during the puja," I said.

And there it was, my queen went silent, which meant she was either sad or angry.

I sat beside her.

"Love?" I said, cupping her cheeks, but she still wouldn't look at me.

I sighed, placing my index finger under her chin and my thumb on the other side, gently lifting her face.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Are you angry?" I asked softly. I already knew she'd refuse, but I could bet she was either angry or sad.

She shook her head as expected, making me smile softly at her.
After a long moment of her silence, I decided to grant her wish.

"Are you going to keep pouting like that or are you going to get ready?" I said.

At first, she didn't realize what I meant "Where-" Her eyes sparkled.

"Sachi?" she asked.

"Muchi" I said dramatically, and... my heart skipped a beat, making me pause.

D-did she j-just-?

I unconsciously touched my cheek where she had pressed a soft kiss. Even my inner voice was shuttering .

I blink and look at her . Wait, where is she?

"S-Sneha?" I speak.

"L-Love?"

"I'm in the dressing room. I'm getting ready," she said, making me slightly angry. I don't even let her eat by herself and she walked into the dressing room alone?

"Oh no, not alone, wifey. You're not going to do anything by yourself," my voice was protective...I mean possessive.

I walk inside without knocking.

I look at her, she was standing and adjusting her saree.

Wait... when did I give her permission to wear a saree?