Kashi X Adhikrit
✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙
"And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards him. He's too skilled wit...
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ADHIKRIT'S POV
"Kashi's husband, I got you this." Vyom tossed a box in my direction. I caught it effortlessly and threw it back with the same intensity. He frowned as he caught it.
"What the fuck," Arhaan cursed, walking away as he looked at the box of condoms. Seriously?
"You might need it," Vyom said, patting my back. "Fuck off, Vyom," I spat, walking away from him as he took a drunk Ranvijay away.
Ranvijay was deep in his dreamland, enjoying every bit of my wedding. To be honest, I felt happy for him. Seeing him enjoy himself was something that had definitely made my parents happy as well.
The boy had gone through a lot, and there was no doubt he would come out stronger and perhaps a bit stranger.
I walked back to my room with a fresh glass of kiwi juice. Our wedding had ended, and now it was our wedding night. Sweetheart was changing her clothes while I fetched a glass of juice for her from downstairs, as she had been craving it.
I didn't expect to find Arhaan, Vyom, and Ranvijay messing around in the kitchen. It was quite surprising to see Arhaan not with Eyana since he usually follows her like a shadow. Never mind —not my concern.
I walked into the room and shut the door. I paused for a moment, closing my eyes and inhaling the intoxicating feminine scent of my sweetheart—the henna, the body wash, the rose petals. What intrigued me the most was the sound of her bangles and anklets.
I opened my eyes and saw her sitting on the bed, her legs twirling in the air while the clinking of her anklets created a melodic sound. I silently approached her and set the glass of juice on the table beside her. She was quiet, perhaps lost in deep thought.
I walked around the bed and took a seat on the other side, knowing that's where she preferred to sit.
Minutes passed as I watched her back while she remained absorbed in her thoughts. She looked like a serene baby, glowing softly.
"Kashi, bas ab," I muttered quietly, leaning over to rub her back soothingly.
(Don't think so much, Kashi.)
She turned to look at me, and for a moment, I lost myself in her gaze. Her golden skin had a natural glow, free of makeup, with only the red vermillion in her hair partition, the nuptial chain around her neck, and her long waist-length hair flowing down.
She looked like a goddess.
"Will you force me?" she asked, standing up. She took the glass of juice, sipped it, and then settled under the duvet.
I swallowed hard, shaking my head in denial, and moved down towards her legs. Holding her feet, I gently massaged them, feeling her intense gaze on me as she drank the juice.
Her feet were swollen.
"I may not be the perfect human, but I promise to be the best husband to you. You can behead me instantly if I overstep," I whispered softly, hoping to make her feel relaxed during the massage.
