Dhruv-Parineeti

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 9:

Parineeti POV:

I woke up by the chirping of the birds while the sun warmed my face. I realized it was 6 a.m. and I had woken up unusually early. With no alternative for a quick nap, I briskly washed my face before retrieving my sketchbook to capture the designs swirling in my mind.

Suddenly, a vibrating sound caught my attention. I checked my phone, but there were no notifications found yet. Then, my eyes landed on a phone resting on the nightstand in the corner. I was confused at first but came to a conclusion that it was Dhruv's phone. Hesitantly I picked up the phone unsure whether I should peek a glance of it or just let it be there. However, another notification appeared, revealing over ten messages and five missed calls from someone named 'Akshara' since last night. But my glance fell on the last message that showed,

"Please, Dhruv, don't marry her...please reconsider this marriage; I still love you."

Now who the hell is Akshara and why was she calling and messaging him so many times? And love? What love? Don't tell me he has a girlfriend?!

A thousand of questions ran in my mind and only he can answer my questions i guessed so. But should I ask him about her? I mean we are married now ad I guess I have the right to know about it. But he told not to meddle in his personal affairs. Whatever I will just give him the phone...

I searched the guest room but I found no one there. Luckily I saw a maid I asked about him,

"Do you know where is Dhruv right now"

"Good morning ma'am! Right now sir is in his gym room"

"Can you take me there?"

She nodded, and I trailed behind her as we navigated through numerous chambers. After wandering through a dozen of them, she gestured towards the room directly ahead of us and said,

"This is the gym quarters" with that she departed while I entered the room. It was vast with all the equipments placed perfectly in their places. As my gaze swept across the room, it landed on him -a vision of masculine allure. Shirtless and focused, he moved with effortless grace, his sculpted abs rippling with each controlled motion. With every flex of his biceps, the room seemed to shrink, drawing all attention to his magnetic presence. His hair danced in the air as he seamlessly transitioned between exercises, a captivating display of strength and agility. Veins traced a roadmap across his hands, pulsing with power, adding to the sexiness of his physique. In that moment, surrounded by the sights and sounds of the gym, he exuded a raw, primal energy that sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire of wild desires within me.

"Done staring?" My imagination took its peak but I was snapped out of it by his harsh husky voice. Oh shit this is so embarrassing!!

"I-I was not staring at you, it was just..."