Izhaar

Hello My Gummy Bears! 🧸 

How are you all doing today? I hope you're having a lovely time.

I was just reminiscing about the last chapter – what were your thoughts on it? 

I recently had the chance to read through all your comments across the chapters, and honestly, it filled my heart with so much joy. To know that IZHAAR is bringing comfort, happiness, or even a little escape to some of you... wow. It actually brought tears to my eyes! More than anything, your words have truly reignited my motivation to write and finish the book as soon as possible. Thank you so, so much. I LOVE YOU ALL! 💗

Even though I haven't seen much engagement on the recent chapters or reels, I'm choosing to focus on the incredible connection we've built through your comments. Your feedback is what truly matters, and I'm excited to keep sharing IZHAAR with you.

Happy Reading! 🤗

Adwitya's POV

The first thing my eyes registered was the sight of his bare chest, a view that instantly brought a blush to my cheeks. His arm lay possessively across my waist, and as I tilted my head upwards, the sun's golden rays seemed to highlight every alluring line of his face. Even his disheveled hair held a certain charm. I found myself tracing his features with my gaze, a silent admiration. Hesitantly, I reached out to brush a stray lock from his forehead, only to reluctantly withdraw my hand. Carefully, I tried to place his arm back at his side, but he simply pulled me closer, snuggling deeper into the curve of my neck. "Good Morning, Biwi," his warm breath ghosted over my skin, his husky morning voice sending a delightful shiver down my spine.

"Good Morning," I whispered back, my voice a soft murmur, clearly affected by his nearness.

A small smile touched his lips, and he murmured something under his breath that I couldn't quite catch. The brush of his lips against my skin sent another wave of tingles through me. He then drew his head back up, his eyes meeting mine. "Why did you withdraw your hand?" he asked, his own hand capturing my wrist and gently guiding it to his forehead. He looked at me, and a small smile bloomed on my lips as I brushed his hair away from his eyes. "Never withdraw your hands from touching me," he said, his words sending a wave of heat to my cheeks. I could only nod in response.

He settled his head back into its previous comfortable position. "Do you want to get up?" he asked, and I hummed my agreement. A moment later, I felt him detach himself, the comforting warmth dissipating. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and turned to see him close his eyes again. I then headed to the washroom. After my morning routine and a refreshing shower, I returned to the closet, slipping on my blouse and shapewear. My eyes landed on a candy-red silk saree, its borders, pallu, and body adorned with intricate golden threadwork. I quickly grabbed it.