Chapter 28. Superstar Guest

Khushi's POV

I woke up from a hazy dream. I was certain it was about Darsh, but I couldn't remember what that dream was about. I swiftly brushed away a tear that had fallen down my cheek. What the fuck did I see in my dream that made me cry?

I was absorbed in my thoughts when a door-unlocking sound deflected my attention to the washroom door on the far right end of the room. And a man walked out of there, wrapping only a towel around his waist. His abs were clearly defined, and he had a lean frame with broad shoulders and a comparably small waist. Water droplets were making their way from his neck to his chest and then to his abdomen at a slow pace.

"Holy crow!" Following a swallow, I muttered as I stared in amazement at the attractive figure in front of me.

"Ahem, ahem." The sudden throat clearing roused me from the haze, forcing me to see that man's face, and it turned out to be none other than my husband.

"Fuck?!"

Damn! I couldn't believe that