𝟰𝟭. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧

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The next day, Varshini woke up in an empty room. She could hear the sound of water coming from the washroom, from which she understood that Devadriptya was inside.

She got up from the bed rubbing her eyes when her husband came outside wearing only a black trousers. His bare chest was clearly visible in her eyes.

A pleasant scent of a luxurious shower gel lingered from his body. The little hair clung to his forehead in a messy manner. His brown skintone and the masculine posture made him a man straight out of a dream.

The little drops of water traced their way down his broad shoulders and chest, then went down towards his trousers. The scene was teasing her senses.

"I have a mole on it"

His deep and husky voice broke her trance.

"Huh?"

A frown appeared on her face.

"I said, I have a mole on it"

Devadriptya confessed but she still didn't get his words.

"I didn't get you"

"I was talking about the thing where your eyes were till now"

He clarified her doubt.

Varshini looked at him with a horrible expression. Was he trying to mean she had her eyes on his ahmm and he had a mole on it?

"Exactly"

He confirmed her inner thoughts while settling his hair.

She gulped down her saliva getting caught red-handed. Her entire face turned red. She quickly looked away from him to hide her embarrassment.

Okay, she was clearly not watching that. Her eyes accidentally went in that direction. She fought with her inner soul and prepared herself to answer him.

"I_I wasn't looking at it. Y_You are wrong"

Varshini placed her hair strands behind her ears in nervousness.

"Is it?"

"Yes"

She uttered confidently.

Devadriptya smirked and took slow and steady steps towards her.

She quickly lowered her head not wanting to look at his eyes. She couldn't let him see her red face. This man was too dangerous.

He sat beside her and whispered near her ears.

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