DESTINED WITH YOU

CHAPTER-17

-Reyansh's pov-

In night, and I felt that she was uncomfortable and tired because she had walked too much today after a long time.

Stubborn! My stubborn wife.

I got up to sit while she was sleeping. I sighed and started massaging her feet and legs.

She would've never let me touch her feet if she were awake.

I smiled at the thought.

After an hour of massaging her feet and legs, I felt her relaxing. I got up from the bed, walked into the washroom, and filled the bucket with warm water, dipping the towel in it for a while until it was warm.

I drained the water, making sure it was warm and with no water leaking from it.

I cleaned her feet with it to help her relax. Then I walked downstairs to the kitchen.

Suddenly, I heard a noise in the kitchen. Mom and Dad were in their room, and Bhai and Bhabi were gone for their 'trip'.

Who was it then?

I tiptoed to the kitchen, my brow furrowed and movements careful. As soon as I saw the person, I sighed.

"Di?" It was Roshni Di who was in the kitchen.

"Aap toh kal subah aane wali thi? Aur kitchen mein kya kar rahi hain?" I crossed my arms, raising one eyebrow.

(You were supposed to come tomorrow morning? And what are you doing in the kitchen?)

"Bhukh lagi mujhe aur ghar sirf tera nahi hai" she said sarcastically.

(I am hungry and the home is not only yours)

"Bhukh lagne par ice cream kaun khata hai?" I asked.

(Who eats ice cream when hungry?)

"Teri badi behen." she replied.

(Your elder sister)

"Five se ten minutes badi behen" I corrected.

(Five to ten minutes elder sister)

"Height phir bhi itni si hai." I muttered and laughed.

(Your height is still short)

"Tu pitega ab. Aur meri chhod. Tu kya kar raha hai yaha?" she asked.

(You will drik now. And fuck me. What are you doing here?)

I bit my tongue, uncrossing my arms, and slapped my head.

"I was here to find the oil Mom uses to massage my body," I said.

"Aur...kyu?" she asked.

(And..why?)

"Sneha ji ke liye," I replied.

(For sneha ji)

"Oh..." she gave me a dirty look, teasing me, and I gave her a warning glare not to tease me further.

"Mere room mein hoga. Lekar aayi mein." she said, and I sighed in relief.
As soon as she gave it to me, I thanked her and went upstairs to my room.

(It should be in my room. Let me bring it)

Entering the room and closing the door softly behind me, I sat on my side and massaged the oil on my sleeping beauty's feet.

After some more time, when I was done, I slept beside her.

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In morning, the ring of my phone yanked me from sleep. I picked it up, not wanting to wake my sweetheart.