Page 209 of One Hellish Love

“If you’re not going to give me the details, don’t tease me with half the story. Now I’ll just be thinking about it all night.”

Rudra chuckled. “Alright then, how about we do something that will take your mind off everything?” His grip on her waist tightened suggestively.

She swatted at his chest playfully before snuggling closer.

“Stay with me tonight,” she whispered.

Rudra kissed her forehead, pulling her even closer.

“I will.”

He reached for the quilt, pulling it over them, and switched off the lights. The world outside may have been filled with uncertainty and challenges, but here, wrapped in each other’s arms, they found solace.

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Next Morning

“Coffee,” Kashish handed Rudra the mug as he sat up in bed, still waking up.

He took a sip before motioning for her to sit beside him on her small bed.

“Don’t let this stress you out, Kashish. I mean it.”

“I’m trying not to, but I can’t help it, Rudra.”

He gave her a knowing smile and reached over to the side table, pulling out his wallet.

“I’ve got something that might help keep your mind busy while I sort everything out.”

He removed a business card and handed it to her.

“Contact this woman. She’s the interior designer for our bungalow. Give her your ideas for the décor.”

Kashish took the card, a small smile spreading across her face.

“How am I supposed to make all the decisions on my own? It’s our home. You should have a say in it too.”

“Your choice is my choice,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before taking another sip of his coffee.

“Alright,” she teased, “I’ll take care of the décor. Anything else you want me to do?”

Rudra glanced at the clock before smirking at her.

“If we had more time, I’d have plenty of ideas, but I need to get back before Daadi starts her morning puja.”

Kashish’s smile softened.

“I understand. I miss being there… with you, Anju, and Shekhar.”

“Then take Anjali Bhabhi with you when you work on the décor. That way, you can spend time together.”

“That’s a good idea,” Kashish agreed, her spirits lifting a little.

Rudra finished his coffee, stood up, and began putting on his T-shirt. Kashish watched him as he dressed, unable to take her eyes off him. He knew she was watching, but he didn’t mind—she was the only person who had that privilege.

Once dressed, Rudra walked back over to her, his eyes warm.

“See you at the office.”

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