Chapter 23

(NAKSH POV)

What the fuck!

As I slowly came to, my head throbbing like a jackhammer, I groaned and clutched my temples in agony. My surroundings were a blur, but I co

uld sense that I was sitting on something soft, maybe a bed or a couch. I tried to focus, but my vision was hazy, like looking through a foggy mirror. Did I have a wild night and end up in heaven?

I blinked a few more times and was met with a dangerous killing glare. Shit! Did I summon to hell?

As my eyes struggled to adjust, I met a glare so intense it could freeze blood. Pihu's eyes were blazing like hot coals, her face twisted in a snarl. I recoiled, my heart racing, and screamed, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" as I jumped up from the bed, my head spinning.

Pihu twitched into a sinister grin while scaring the shit out of me, her lips curling up like a predator about to strike. Her voice was husky, laced with venom, "Are you really asking me that question?" She looked like she wanted to devour me raw.

And truthfully, I don't mind it if it was sensual, but I don't think that was her intention.

I took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "Bossy, why do you look like you've had a long night?" Her response was a glare that could melt steel, "It's because of you, you fucking bastard."

As my gaze swept the room, I realized I was shirtless, Pihu was in my room, and her hair was a tangled mess. Her clothes were dishevelled, and I could sense the weight of her anger.

Shit! Did my drunken self cross a line?

Pihu seemed to sense my thoughts and let out a roar, "That's not what you're thinking, moron!" She looked like a tigress ready to pounce, her eyes flashing with fury.

"Then what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice laced with innocence, but her response was a low, menacing growl.

"Are you really asking me this shitty question?" Her eyes blazed with fury, her voice dripping with venom. I don't understand what I did to make her turn into a furious tigress from a calm... Ummm...

Sigh! No matter if she is furious or not, she is still a tigress.

"Bossy..." I ventured, but she cut me off with a thunderous shout.

"DON'T DARE TALK TO ME!"

I winced, realizing I'd seriously messed up. I tried again, "Listen to me -"

But before I could finish, a pillow slammed into my face, leaving me reeling. "Fuck, that hurts!" I yelped.

Undeterred, I tried once more, "Bossy, at least stop ruining my face. You know how many girls die -"

Another pillow hit me.

"Than die with those girls," she continued, her voice rising to a fever pitch. "Who told you to marry me and ruin my life with that ruined face?" Her words dripped with venom, each one a precision strike aimed at my ego.

Okay, that insult hurts more than a pillow.

I attempted to reason with her again, "Just listen to -"

But she was having none of it. "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" she bellowed, her tantrum reaching new heights.

For the first time in my life, I was on the receiving end of a full-blown tirade, and I was at a loss for how to handle it. Usually, I was the spoiled one, used to getting my way. But Pihu, my bossy wife, knew exactly how to put my spoiled ass in its place.

I held up my hands in a placating gesture, trying to appease her. "Bossy, listen to me and tell me calmly what I did. I really don't remember anything. Please," I pleaded, attempting to show my most innocent expression, though I doubted its effectiveness.

To my surprise, it worked. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving as she struggled to control her anger. Her glare still pierced me like a dagger, but she began to speak in a measured tone.

"Firstly, who the fuck told you to grow into a muscle pig?" She threw her hands up in exasperation, her fingers fluttering like birds in flight.

"Do you know how much effort I had to put into dragging your heavy ass from the club when you passed out?" Her hands danced through the air, punctuating each word with a dramatic flourish. I watched, perplexed, wondering why she felt the need to illustrate every point with elaborate gestures as if I were deaf and needed visual cues to understand her.

But now, as I gazed into her stormy eyes, I grasped the magnitude of her frustration. Dragging an eighty-kilogram deadweight - namely, me - was no easy feat, especially for someone as delicate as her. The thought of her struggling to haul my limp form, her slender arms straining under my weight, earned her my reluctant respect. I felt a twinge of guilt for putting her through that ordeal.

"And the second thing..." Her voice trailed off, leaving me wondering what other misdeeds I had committed. Oh God, how much had I messed up last night?

I was doomed.

She took a deep breath, her words spilling out in a torrent of indignation. "You were passed out cold the entire fucking time I dragged you, but your ungrateful ass woke up the moment we reached your disgusting room. And what did you do? You locked the door and flushed the fucking key! Can you believe it?"

Her hands flew up in exasperation as if conjuring the image of my thoughtless actions. I winced, feeling the weight of my own stupidity settle upon me like a physical blow. The memory of my actions - or lack thereof - came flooding back, and I realized I had been a royal pain in the butt. No wonder she was still fuming!

"That's not all," she continued, her voice rising in a crescendo of indignation. "You made me dance for half the night, but it wasn't even dancing - you were tossing me around like a football, spinning me to the rhythm of your off-key singing." She shuddered, her face contorted in distaste. "The music was coming from your mouth like a crow's cawing, shrill and grating."

I cringed, knowing my heavy voice was better suited to a shower solo than a public performance. But I had been too drunk to care, and now I was paying the price.

"And lastly," she added, her voice cracking, "you didn't even let me sleep on the bed." The words tumbled out in a plaintive whine; her frustration turned into something new like she wanted to cry. Her eyes welled up, and for a moment, I thought she would collapse into sobs.

I was taken aback - Pihu, the epitome of calm and composure, was whining like a child, her perfect facade cracking to reveal a vulnerable, exhausted soul. Her cute, frustrated pout only added to the spectacle, making me feel like a monster for putting her through such a night. This was a side of Pihu I had never seen before, and it struck a chord deep within me.

I approached her cautiously, mindful of the emotional minefield I was navigating. Pihu Agnihotri was not a joke; she would punch you at the most unexpected time, and I didn't want to trigger her legendary temper. I maintained a safe distance, my hands held out in a pleasing gesture.

"Bossy, I'm really sorry. I never meant to trouble you like this," I said, my voice laced with sincerity.

But she was having none of it. Her eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with accusation. "You did it intentionally, didn't you? Because I painted your helmet last time."

I winced, her words striking a nerve. It wasn't like that at all, but I could see why she'd think it. I took a deep breath and closed the distance between us, my heart racing with anticipation. If she wanted to punch me, I'd take it – I owed her that much for not giving up on me last night.

As I clasped our hands together, a spark of electricity ran through me. I gazed directly into her beautiful brown eyes, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. Her eyes flashed with anger, but I held her gaze, my own eyes locked on hers with a silent plea for understanding.

The air was charged with tension, the only sound the heavy breathing between us. I could feel her warmth, her energy, and her anger all at once. It was exhilarating and terrifying, like standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure of what lay ahead.

"Bossy, I'm being honest, I don't remember anything about last night. I wouldn't intentionally cause this much trouble just for a prank. I know my limits, and I'd never do something to hurt you. I love our bickering and pranks, but that doesn't mean I'd compromise your well-being. Mostly, I'd never make you sleep on the ground. I've never told you this before, but I genuinely care for you." My words poured out from the depths of my heart, sincere and true.

As I spoke, I saw her eyes transform, the anger melting away like ice in the sun. Her gaze softened, and a hint of rosiness crept onto her cheeks, betraying her attempts to hide a smile. She looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, enough of these cheesy lines. I forgive you, but this is the last time. And you owe me – I took care of you last night, so I want you to buy me something."

Her words tumbled out in a single breath, her eyes still avoiding mine. I chuckled, enchanted by her shyness, and the realization that beneath her tough exterior lay a heart of softness. The bossy, formidable Pihu Agnihotri had a vulnerable side, and I felt grateful to have glimpsed it.

"Okay, I'll buy whatever you want. Happy?" I asked, and she nodded her head, a small smile playing on her lips. I chuckled at her reaction, captivated by her unique charm.

She's a paradox, really – a whirlwind of emotions that leaves me bewildered. This warm feeling inside my heart grows like a small child, thrilled to see her, yet eager to tease her until she's frustrated. But it also hurts when she ignores me, like a tender spot that's exposed to the elements.

I sighed, unsure how to explain this tangled web of emotions. All I knew was that I didn't want it to disappear. This feeling, though confusing, was exhilarating – a rollercoaster of emotions that left me breathless and wanting more.

As I gazed at Pihu, I realized that our bickering and pranks were just a facade, a cover for the genuine connection I craved. If this cover is the last thing which connects us then I don't want to reveal the feeling hidden under this cover.

I came out from my dizziness when she called me out, "Can you please open this door with a spare key?"

As I stood there, my heart yearned to say, "No, I don't have a spare key," just to prolong our time together, even if it meant enduring more of her teasing or lectures about my carelessness. But my brain betrayed me, uttering a swift "Sure".

And just like that, she was gone, leaving behind a maelstrom of emotions that ravaged my chest. The silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of conflicting feelings, unable to grasp the depth of my emotions.

Longing and loss wrestled within me, as I realized that our brief, fiery exchange had awakened a part of my heart that I never knew existed. The ache of her absence was palpable, a hollow sensation that echoed through every fibre of my being. I was left standing there, frozen in time, as the storm of emotions raged on, refusing to subside.

And I calmed my heart with a gentle lie, "It's just a passing dream, a moment's madness. This feeling is nothing but a flickering flame, a brief spark that dies in the darkness."

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