CHAPTER 66: THE KISS

●Khushi's P.O.V.●

"Th-that's not important."

"Why not?"

"The news was talking trash about you because they thought you were dating me for money," Darsh explained with a worried voice.

"I see. It would have upset my parents, for sure."

"Don't worry. I stopped the news from broadcasting within an hour before it spread much." He assured me.

"Thanks."

"You don't need to thank me."

"Hmm. Why not? Because you are my husband?" I questioned him, planning to tease him as soon as he responded.

Darsh, however, remained silent. His face seemed anxious over something. I was clueless as to why Darsh behaved so strangely some of the time.

What exactly had he done to me? He seemed so fragile and helpless in those times that I couldn't help but pity him.

I placed a hand over his shoulder, giving him a little squeeze. "What are you thinking?"

After a prolonged pause, he finally said, "Nothing."

"Why don't you tell me what's troubling you so you can stop constantly feeling guilty about it? What's ca