Her Path of Thorns のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

  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

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

  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

  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

  Author's pov   Her throbbing heart wasn't ready to ease even for a moment. She didn't get time to catch her uneven breath. She was drained out of energy, mentally and physically both! the most mental traumas were eating her up that she lost her peace. The puzzlement between good and bad was chasing her all the time. That one slap made her question their whole relationship. She was hurt. No more than hurt. Hurt would be a lessen word to express how worst she was feeling. How bad her mental health was. She was feeling naked in front of him. Yes, naked. He turned the piece of self-respect that she used to wear and now when he made her feel like the rust of his foot she was regretting her existence. Life changes in moments, so do the people. Not even in imagination, she expected that one day her husband