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Damn it!! She is Drishti Singhania!

The boys in her college are crazy over her and begging her for a single glance and this guy here, who was lucky enough to marry her, wants to keep their marriage a secret.

Fine!! It's not as if she cares.

"Fine. I am not dying to advertise it either." Drishti said with a casual shrug.

"And where is the bedroom??" Drishti asked and Shravan cursed himself for not thinking about it before.

Where would she stay??

This is a two bedroom apartment and he had turned the guest room into a study for his office work.

"Actually there's only one bedroom." Shravan said and Drishti again shrugged as if sharing a bedroom isn’t a big deal for her.

"The kitchen is over there. The fridge is fully stocked. Rajesh kaka's wife comes thrice a week to clean and cook. She might have kept some food in the freezer too." Shravan said and guided her towards his room

Luckily his bedroom has a recliner in addition to a bed and he mentally thanked his interior designer for that.

"This is the bedroom. The room next-door is my study. And I don't like anyone inside my study so please stay out of it."

Again that insultingly polite tone!! Drishti gritted her teeth.

Who does he think he is?

She is here only because of his mother. He should be thankful to her for not hurting his mother by outrightly denying her request.

"That door leads to the ensuite bathroom and the closet. The other door leads to the balcony. There's actually another door in the living room which opens to the open terrace."

He showed her the entire apartment

"I will take a shower first and you can freshen up after that. I have an early morning tomorrow." Shravan said and walked into the restroom without waiting for her response.

Drishti huffed in annoyance.

She had never been treated with so much indifference in her entire life.

She had always been pampered and spoiled. She was always the centre of attention everywhere.

No!! She is not a spoiled brat if that's what you people and wondering.

But she had always been the centre of attention and she couldn't handle the sudden indifference.

Drishti looked around sulkily at the bedroom painted black and white, wondering whether her life is going to be simple black and white from now on.

She sat on the bed and checked for comfort.

Okay!! Good! Neither hard nor fluffy. It's firm enough to get a comfortable sleep.

She was examining the room when the ensuite door opened and Shravan walked out in his boxers and a T-shirt.

Damn!! He is hot!! The only plus point in this marriage so far.

Drishti mentally fanned herself.

"You can use the restroom now." Shravan said and walked towards the bed.

Drishti speed walked into the restroom lest he notice her drooling over him.

She took a quick shower and that's when she remembered she doesn't have anything to change to.

She had come here empty handed with only her phone.

She towel dried herself, wrapped another towel on her hair and wore the terry cloth robe she found there and walked out of the ensuite.

Shravan was correcting some errors in a presentation he made for the next meeting when he heard the ensuite door opening.

All breath left his lungs when he saw her standing there wearing only a robe.

He gulped hard.

"Why are you in a robe??" He asked through his dry mouth.

"What else am I supposed to do?? Walk around naked??" Drishti asked sarcastically and Shravan's imaginations became more colourful at that moment.

Damn it!!

Stop staring like a creep Shravan Maheswari, he told himself.

But she is my wife and I have every right to stare at her, his heart argued.

You were singing a different tone a while ago, his brain reminded him.

"Just wear something from my wardrobe for tonight. You can go shopping tomorrow," he said and averted his eyes.

She walked back into the walk-in closet and came back wearing one of his boxers and t shirt.

Damn it!! The robe was better.

She took off the towel from her hair and towel dried it and kept the towel bundled on the vanity table.

Oh he hates that!!

"Spread it out somewhere," he said harshly cursing his hormones.

"What??" She turned to look at him confused.

"Hang the towel somewhere. Don't keep it bundled like that," he said.

"Don't tell me you have OCD." Drishti said, taking the towel and walking back to the walk in closet.

Shravan sighed as she went out of sight.

He switched off the main light in a hurry and and switched on the small bedside lamp enough for her to find her way.

Less light and less sight!! He sighed in relief.

How wrong he was!

She came out and watching her in the dim light was more erotic.

Is this what happens when you get married??

It's just that he haven't been in such close confines with any woman before. That too so scantily clad.

He is a man after all!!

It has got nothing to do with marriage and wife.

Drishti got on the bed beside him and he looked at her sharply.

"You can take the recliner," he said.

He was not being arrogant. The recliner is small for him and she would fit perfectly in it.

It is a practical solution.

"Why should I??" Drishti asked angrily.

"My house, my rules," he said, making her roll her eyes.

"You can take the couch if you want. I need the bed," she said lying on the bed and in a swift move he hovered over her smirking.

"That eager to share my bed wifey??" He asked, smirking at her.

Drishti stared at him and a smirk made its way to her face.

She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"You are right. I love cuddling. I can't sleep without cuddling. Let's cuddle to sleep hubby jaan," Drishti said and the smirk vanished from Shravan's face and he jerked away from her.

"I knew you were trouble," he mumbled to himself and turned away from her trying his best to sleep.