Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
As I said, it's all very sweet and romantic and ever since Biji told me about it a few years ago—because I saw it in a movie—it’s something I always wanted to do. Which is why I insisted that we get an apartment with a balcony and roof access. So I could do the ceremony when the time came.
“Don’t freak out, okay?” Picking up my own thali from the table, I turn to him. “But I did it.”
He flicks his eyes down to the thali before asking, “You did what?”
“The fasting. I know—"
“You haven’t eaten,” he cuts me off.
“No. But that’s not—"
“From sunrise to fucking moonrise.”
“Yes but—”
“Are you insane?” he bites out, leaning over me. “Are you fucking… And you worked all day. All fucking day, Dora.” He shakes his head. “You take things too far and… And I made you. I was the one who—”
I put a hand on his mouth to make him stop. “I knew you’d freak out which is why I didn’t tell you.” He goes to say something again, but I press my hand against his mouth and keep going, “But that’s not the point. The point is that it’s done. I already did the fasting and you can’t change that. No matter how mad you are about it. All you can do is help me break it. Are you going to do that or not?”
He stares at me for a few beats, his eyes filled with displeasure, before letting out a growly breath for the second time and throwing out a short nod.
I smile. “Thank you.”
When I remove my hand, he commands, “Hurry the fuck up.”
I roll my eyes—even though I want to chuckle at his overprotectiveness—before taking the sieve and looking at the moon through it. Then I offer it the water before turning to the love of my life. I look at his beautiful face through the same sieve and my cheeks heat up at the look he gives me.
All hot and blazing.
Possessive and authoritative.
A little bit threatening too.
Because well he is kinda right. I do take things too far where he’s concerned.
But it’s not my fault.
It’s his.
I am the way I am because he is the way he is. I’m wild because I know he’s there to rein me in. And he forgets to be free because he knows I’m there to remind him that he can be.
Destiny.
I hand him the glass. “Now feed it to me.”
Without taking his eyes off my face, he takes the glass and offers it to me. And without taking my eyes off him, I drink my first sip of water.
And clench my thighs.
Because I can see he likes that.
He likes feeding me.
Then I hand him the thali that contains Callie’s cupcakes. Because if there’s a choice between her cupcakes and anything else, I’m going for the cupcakes. I step up to him and open my mouth, silently asking him to feed that to me as well. He stares at my parted lips for a few seconds, and he does it in a way that reminds me of the way he stares at me when I’m on my knees.
And God, I have to clench my thighs again.
This time I’m about to tell him to hurry up so we can do other things when he plucks the cupcake from the thali and feeds it to me.
Thereby breaking my fast.
And I don’t know what it is but this whole thing, this whole traditional thing that I did for him, makes me feel so content. It makes me feel so happy, so in love with him.
So in love with the man that I hope to one day marry.
But I’m not thinking about that.
I mean, we only just started dating—granted, it was six months ago but still—and there’s so much we need to figure out. Although I will say that if we love each other and want to be together, can’t we figure things out later, after we’re married?
But again, I’m not going to think about that. We’re not even engaged yet. He’s never given me any indication that he wants to be or…
Okay, Isadora? Stop.
You’re not thinking about that. You’re going to be happy with what you have.
You’re not going to be greedy.
Instead, I’m going to focus on something else that Karva Chauth is making me feel.
Hungry and not for the cupcakes.
So I take the cupcake from his hand, set it aside along with the thali and lean forward. I give him my weight as my hands go down to his belt and I say, “Now I think you should feed me something else.”
He stops me though.
His puts his hand over mine as he steps back, breaking our contact. Before I can protest or even take my next breath, he does something crazy.
Something that I have a difficult time comprehending.