Chapter 34. Jealous

Khushi's POV

As soon as I entered the bedroom, I lost control of my rage and began to swear at Darsh. Tears started to form in my eyes. And I despised how they made me appear weak when my anger converted into tears.

I jumped onto the bed and curled up on my stomach while berating my beloved husband with the most beautiful words.

"Ahem, ahem."

I was drawn to the sound of a dramatic throat clearing. Glancing back, I found Darsh standing to the right beside the bed, towering over me.

"Wtf!" I cursed and flinched back a little. "What, are you a ghost? How come I didn't notice when you walked inside?"

"That's not my fault. Maybe you were too occupied with cursing me."

I rolled my eyes and stood up from the bed to leave the room.

"Are you so afraid of me that you can't even be in the same room as me now?" Darsh asked, a sardonic grin lingering on the corner of his lips.

"Scared?" I snorted. "Why? What are you? A Ghost? A Monster?"