Sanjiv's POV Combining my hair for the last time, I looked at myself in the mirror to make sure of my appearance. The white formal shirt matched up with sandal color pent goes well on me. Buttoning up shirt sleeves I walked out of the guest room as Koushalya took our bedroom to get ready, and I know women and their time to get ready will never come to an end so I decided to get ready in the guest room. I was right though because Koushalya hasn't opened the room door yet. Leaving a sigh Sanjiv turned to leave from there but stopped at mid-track when I heard the room door clicking sound. Turning back I held my gaze straight on her. There stood my beautiful wife all ready to torch me with her elegance and sexy smile. I like the confidence that she carries in every outfit. She can pull off her looks effortlessly whether it's trendy or traditional. She was busy arranging her saree plates while I ente
Ram's POV " ram, gate up otherwise I'm gonna throw a bucket of water on you. right now" I wake up with an annoying chik chik of my devil sister, who is constantly eating my head and not letting me sleep. " you're such a pain, Varsha '' I groaned while sitting up straight on my bed. making a grumpy face I smudged my eyes to get rid of blurry vision of morning. As I opened my eyes I saw the devil smirking at me. my hand automatically reached out for a pillow which was misplaced on my bed, not breaking the moment I threw the pillow at my sister, who just ran out of my room not before showing her tongue. such a pain in the ass. yawning lazily I stood up from bed and walked towards the bathroom while ruffling my messy hair. I don't know why Varsha is very keen on taking me to her friend's marriage, this doesn't make any sense. It's been a few days since I recovered from a major
Author's POV When Ram heard his sister's voice in that crowd, he turned around and found her standing at the corner of the hall, narrowing his eyes. Ram asked her 'what' with his questioning gesture. Varsha waved both hands at him, showing her all teeth to him she pointed her index finger at koushalya and mouthed " she is Koushalya". At first, Ram couldn't understand what was his sister blabbering in the middle of the crowd, later when he gave attention to her lip syncs he understood only one word. koushalya! As soon as Ram's eyes fell on Koushalya, a wave of nervousness hit his soul. The mixed feelings were dancing on his nerves. He didn't expect the sudden meet from anywhere, he was roaming being perplexed when today morning his sister Varsha forcefully brought him here, now he got the clarity why his sister attempted this kind of forcing thing, the moment he saw Koushalya.
Koushalya’s POV Humming on my favorite song which was playing on the e radio, I took a moment to adore the climate outside of the window. the evening hours of heavy clouds were moving slowly in the sky, the peach color tone of sunset gave chills to the soul. Everything looked calm, the breeze I felt on my face was so soothing to my soul. I felt the inner beauty when my hair was floating due to the air. Blinking my eyes with a smile I looked at Sanjiv who was driving with his full focus on the road. I’m sure something is running in his mind. The way he’s avoiding my gaze conveys everything. Adjusting his color with his left hand, he smoothly handled steering with his other hand, pulling my gaze out of his figure. I blankly sat my gaze in front. I always wonder why we aren’t like other normal couples? I love him, and maybe he too loves m,e or at least he likes me. Yet we couldn’t be like those lovey-dovey cou
Authors POV Koushalya grabbed the bathrobe from the hanger in mili second speed and she wore it before Sanjiv can get his sight inside the bathroom. "You should have knocked on the door " koushalya stammered with words when her shaky hands were trying to knot the bathrobe rope around her waist. Not even for once, she looked up at him as Her eyes were unstably looking down out of nervousness. " and you should have locked the door" biting her bottom lips she looked up following the source of the voice. Sanjiv was standing at the entrance of the bathroom, wrapping his hands with each other to his chest he stood there leaning on the wall. A devilish smirk was playing on the corner of his lips.Scanning her from bottom to top, his eyes finally held on her face. Her few wet hair strands were covering most of her face. Yet he could see her intense does look at him like a scared kitten. He cants ignore those water
Author's pov After almost sucking her soul out Sanjiv decided to end the show with the fourth round where Koushalya almost cried out in pain and pleasure. She couldn't take the amount of senseless release he gave her. For him, every moment of their make-out was cherishable for a lifetime. He would say it the best sex they had ever till now. Her moan, her touches, her smooth skin, and the way she screamed his name multiple times, everything was worthy to recall for Sanjiv. Perhaps after today's sex, he would begin to love her more in bed than her! somehow he too realizes that he loves her physically more than how he loves the actual her. But he never minds that everything is the same for him. Trying to have control of her trembling legs, Koushalya wrapped the sheets around her chest and lay down beside him. Gulping saliva to nourish her dry throat she snuggled close to him. Sanjiv held her close to him by putting his arm around her. Bot
Author’s pov Koushalya wasn’t expecting him, heck she didn’t even have a thought of him at all. Her mind was filled with other sets of things. She had other things to worry about rather than Ram. roaming her eyes here and there she took a deep breath and calmed her overhyped nerves. She mentally prayed for herself, not to get into any trouble because of ram. Cause She is aware of Sanjiv's over-possessive side. But at the same time, she can’t avoid a person like Ram who’s just genuinely being himself. Ram was quite pleased to meet her, his eyes were sparkling from the moment he saw her. He didn’t know that a simple grocery shopping will lead him in front of Koushalya, who left such a strong impact on him in the first meet itself. Flashing a wide smile he waved his hand to her and greeted her. “ hey, how’re you? “ “I’m fine” koushalya faked a smile and ended the conversation with her one-word an
Authors POV tuk, tuk, tuk ,tuk Tapping her foot constantly on the floor, Koushalya impatiently waited for the elevator to reach the ground floor, biting her lower lips. She looked behind and saw Sanjiv walking towards her, keeping a stern face. Turning her head back, she glanced at the elevator's current floor on screen, she saw the arrow lowering slowly, reflecting that the elevator is reaching the ground floor. Her mind was occupied with so many things that she needed a moment of pause to rewind what she was thinking and why she was thinking too much. It's high time that she needs someone by her side, someone with whom she can share all her thoughts and confusions, which keeps her mind always busy that she misses living the present. Either she keeps thinking about what happened in the past or she thinks about what will happen in the future. This cycle of overthinking between past and future sn