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Riya's Pov
A thousand shudders rippled over my skin as his knuckles intimately brushed the edges of my face and his lips touched mine for a soft, soothing kiss. His slightest touch revealed nothing but longing and passion, purity and anticipation.
My mind couldn't help but wordlessly relish these heart-numbing flutters which felt incredible beyond words, and much to my heart's content, these flutters only intensified with each passing second as his lips didn't move a bit, merely brushing mine like a silent wave of warmth and tranquility.
An array of emotions rushed through my veins at his subtlest contact which felt warm yet so unnerving, comforting yet so intense, natural yet so alien.
Heat rose on every inch of my skin as he leaned his head back after a few seconds of merely grazing my lips with his, only to pass a hazy smile in my direction.
I don't know if it was his intent gaze, or his hazy smile or maybe the buzzing sensation playing on my lips, but whatever it was, it felt strong enough to overwhelm my senses, allowing my heart to thump like a ticking bomb.
Ripples of anticipation flowed through my veins when after passing a glowing smile in my direction, he stroked my cheek gently with the pad of his thumb, while his other palm grazed my waist teasingly and closed his eyes yet again to press his lips over mine for another kiss.
For a moment I stood unfazed, unaware of the next move, too conscious and troubled to decipher what am I supposed to do now. My heartbeat turned erratic in bafflement and my hands stilled on his shoulder as a plethora of conflicting questions evaded my mind. Hence, I couldn't help but feel entirely amateur at this alien gesture.
A thousand petrifying thoughts consumed my mind that made me wonder,
Should I lean towards the left or right?
Should I part my lips a little more?
What should I do with my hands? Thread them in his hair? Keep it on my sides? Graze his cheeks?
Is my breath okay? Will he gross-out if it isn't good? Will he be disappointed if it isn't good enough?
What if he doesn't like kissing me?
What if he regrets kissing me later?
What if he didn't feel the kiss as satisfying it should be?
What if..
"Stop overthinking." I heard him murmur, pushing me out of my reverie.
His palm clasped my waist in a firm grip, while his other hand stroked my forearm in tender strokes as if intending to calm my raging insecurities.
"Better?" He asked, his tone soft and gentle.
Steadying the bunch of conflicting emotions, I nodded faintly and gulped a little, thus inviting him closer to me.
With closed eyes, I leaned my face sideways and I sensed his breath mingle with mine, but before our lips could touch, our faces high-fived as my husband decided to lean to the same side as well.
Stop imagining a perfect kiss from two nincompoop first-timers.
With our eyes shut tightly in embarrassment, we let out a nervous, awkward chuckle at what we both were doing, while I rubbed my nose mildly after the sudden bump amidst us.
Donning a lazy smile, he flicked my nose with his and joined his forehead with mine, with our eyes half-opened in an intention to catch the state of the other in amusement.
A second or two later, he palmed my right cheek and placed a comforting kiss on my forehead. But still, from the insides I was at the peak of nervousness, clutching onto his arms firmly. However, when I felt him rub my arms in assurance, I nodded faintly, ready to give it a try again.
My insides were a ball of nerves, having the least idea how am I going to pull this off. But all my apprehensions started to fade away when I felt his palm stroking my nape, angling it towards the right.
I immediately shut my eyes in anticipation and awaited his touch, but to be honest, my cores were too stumped about the next move.
Our lips pressed over each other yet again, but despite his attempt to deepen the kiss, I stood unmoved, rigid and firm on my position, like that of a statue, least aware of the pace and intensity required for the kiss.
My lips trembled as they parted and closed over and over again. And, despite reassuring myself a million times that everything would go fine, I couldn't figure out the proper stance and movement, the appropriate angle and speed.
And, if by chance I would grab his hand for comfort, I could feel his frigid hands shiver violently, confirming that he was just as nervous as I was.
For the next few seconds, our troubled, amateur selves tried to fuse our lips with one another, in the hope to figure out this alien sensation, foreign touch, and intimate emotion which almost everyone claims to be toe-curling and magical.
Our hands quivered, lips fumbled, teeth crinkled, noses bumped and breaths shortened inestimable times as we made countless moves to blend our inexperienced lips into one another.
I wonder if it was our nervousness, our inexperience, or our rushed selves that all our attempts proved futile to let our lips touch each other's the way it should, thus forcing the air amidst us to turn even more awkward than it already was.
Tired and defeated, we opened our eyes after a few minutes of constant struggle and joined our foreheads with each other, breathing heavily in sheer disappointment.
Our gazes matched and we smiled faintly, probably to conceal the immense feeling of awkwardness and anxiety surging in the pit of our stomachs.
"Let's take it a little unrushed this time? Hmm?" His voice came out in a gentle whisper, rubbing the side of my waist tenderly and I gulped inaudibly, giving him my wordless assent.
Though, amidst my conscious self, a serene smile ruffled at the corner of my lips as my eyes took notice of each inch of his face, those opalescent irises, that trademarked dimpled smile of his, his slightly crooked nose, and a hint of playfulness and youthfulness swirling his features.
The sight of my husband was enough to push all the overwhelming thoughts away, and in a fleeting second, I leaned my lips over his, moving in an unrhythmic, uncoordinated, aimless rhythm.
This time, I didn't overthink as I surrendered to his touch, letting things flow gradually. Our bodies were now pressed tightly against each other, my whole weight along with his shifted to the cupboard behind and my hands flew to wrap around his neck while his palms caressed my waist in tantalizing, sensual sweeps.
Our pace was slow and unrushed as we breathed each other in, tasting our shared breaths, relishing the pillowy texture of each other's lips, and feeling each other's wild thump of heart pressed tightly together.
In between our kisses, when his thumb would delicately stroke the back of my palm and his slender fingers would softly curl my little ones in an effortless grip, unshed tears would swell at the corners of my closed eyelids experiencing this pure gesture of his.
Profoundly trapped in between his intoxicating proximity, I tried to quicken my pace on his lips, wanting nothing but to express how happy and fulfilled I feel with him. And, in return, all I could relish was spirals of ecstasy coursing through my veins when I would sense him smile softly in between our kisses.
Nothing felt more beautiful than this moment, his callous fingers interlaced with mine, those assuring strokes on my waist, that teensy-tiny smile beguiling his lips and our hearts pounding in sync.
Each emotion and each sensation felt peaceful yet so passionate, imperfect yet so perfect, calming yet so unnerving.
His warmth was addictive, his presence intoxicating and his touch electrifying as he slowly trailed the tips of his fingers over my arm, inviting an army of shudders over my skin while his other hand busied itself in angling my nape in an attempt to deepen what we already were sharing.
Moments later, I felt my breath shorten and my mind misty at the intensity of this newfound sensation and it took every ounce of me to detach myself from him, thus forcing us to create a decent distance amidst our faces.
Joining our foreheads, we breathed heavily with our eyes closed in contentment and fingers still intertwined. The next few seconds were spent by us trying to release all the pent-up breath that we had managed to hold in our desire for an uninterrupted kiss.
My heart was still thumping rigorously when I opened my eyes seconds later, and my beats intensified when I noticed him eyeing me in sheer admiration with his lips donning a serene smile at its corners, beautifully contributing to his boyish features.
The fizzing sensation still lingered when he softly stroked my almost swollen lips with the pad of his thumb, making my breath hitch and knees buckle in anticipation.
Unable to handle his intent gaze and fervent strokes, I placed my head on his chest to hide away from him, suddenly blushful of what just happened.
Wounding my arms around his waist, I embraced him in a gentle grip, and he reciprocated the gesture immediately, caressing my back in tender strokes.
My heart beamed when he tucked the loose wisps of my hair behind my ear, still cocooning me in his arms with his face dipped into the crook of my neck, placing teeny-tiny kisses now and then.
An inaudible gasp escaped my lips when he pressed a chaste kiss on the side of my head before picking me up in his arms, letting me wrap my legs around his waist in a reflex. His palm rested on my upper back while the other rested on the side of my waist as he stepped towards the bed, his every step slow and unrushed.
Hardly, five seconds later, we were lying on the bed, still cocooned in each other's embrace, with our hearts content and breathing steadied.
As a soothing silence lingered between us, his fingers played with my hair and my arm relaxed around his torso. And the only sounds that could be heard in the room were the ticking of the wall clock and our faint breathings.
Seconds later, I raised my head to peek a glance over my husband, and in return, his frisky smile came into the line of my vision,
"What? You want more?" Sheer mischief was palpable in his tone, as he raised his eyebrows teasingly.
"God! Shut up!" I gasped in disbelief, shutting my eyes tightly, and slapped his chest in a reflex.
He chuckled heartily in response, "I know, you want more, haina?" He teased again.
"Stop na." I whined and mortified by his remark, I hit his nakey-nakey chest yet another time.
"Oww, so violent." He remarked in a groan, rubbing the spot where I slapped him a little too harshly this time.
"Sorry." I stuck my tongue out apologetically, gently stroking the area to soothe the pricking pain.
"It's okay." He pressed an airy kiss over my head.
I know, I know my teeny-tiny hands are not cruel enough to hurt this mini-hulk.
"Sun." I heard him say a few seconds later, as he held my hand over his chest.
"Hanji." I murmured in his chest, the events of the past thirty minutes flashing in my mind on loop.
"How was it?" He probed, amusement laced in his voice.
"What?" I feigned oblivion, tracing random patterns on his torso, and eyed him momentarily masking a clueless expression.
His palm teasingly trailed over the center of my back, wandering erratically before settling at the side of my hips,
"Shall I repeat the whole scene? Maybe then you'll be able to recall?" He voiced in a husky whisper, inching closer to my lips.
And in a fleeting second, I pressed my lips tightly, partially to suppress the giggle escaping my throat and partially to refrain him from repeating what he desires to be repeated.
Covering his mouth with my palm for a second to stop his inclining lips, I grinned playfully,
"You want to know? As in how was it?" I wriggled my brows, brushing a lone strand on his forehead.
He bobbed his head up and down immediately, his eyes twinkling in anticipation and happiness.
"Pakka?" I confirmed, allowing him to think again before I give my opinion.
He passed an irritated glare, revealing his impatience to know my thoughts.
"Arey, I am just confirming. Don't say afterward that I didn't warn you before." I shrugged in clarification and he eyed me in confusion, unable to decipher the meaning behind my words.
"If in the next thirty seconds, you didn't tell me how was our kiss, I swear I won't let you speak the whole night." He threatened, his gaze as firm as his words were, fixated on my lips.
"Telling, telling!" I remarked in an instant, suddenly terrified of the transformation in his gaze from soft to firm to hooded.
"It was..." I drawled intentionally just to tease him a little more, while his fingers sunk into the side of my hips at my intentional teasings.
Resting my palm over his itchy-witchy beardy cheek, I tenderly stroked the area and continued with a soft smile.
"It was..." I drawled again when I noticed him leaning into my touch, his breathing beginning to rasp.
When a soft groan escaped his throat and he shut his eyes momentarily at my fervent strokes, I spoke in a sensuous whisper,
"It was..." I resisted the urge to giggle, imagining the stupendous transformation in his reaction after I say what I wanted to.
"It was.." He repeated hoarsely.
"It was sloppy, messy, and breathless!" I laughed heartily as his eyes flew open in a flash, his lips parted in horror.
"What the!" He gasped, baffled by my answer, and slapped my hand away in offense.
"Lae, I said the truth! Haven't I?" I eyed him in fake innocence, "Don't tell me you wanted to hear something like perfect, magical, and toe-curling?"
"You just crushed my male ego into a million little pieces, that too brutally." He murmured meekly and tried to shoo away my hands which were hell-bent upon tracing his cheeks.
"Ohho! It's okay, we both had equal contributions na, so my female ego is equally injured. Don't worry." I patted his cheeks in sympathy, blowing a kiss in the air.
However, my words of sympathy were ignored royally as he matched his firm gaze with mine. Before I could decode the meaning behind his transforming expressions, a shrill shriek escaped my throat as he rolled over me in a blink of an eye with our bodies now entangled. His sinful gaze fused with mine as he locked my hands above my head and inched his lips dangerously close to me.
"As a good husband, I can't afford to disappoint you, can I?" He feigned a serious thought, cocking a smug brow.
I blinked my eyes twice, gulping a little, unable to provide any coherent answer. When silence was the only reply I offered him with, he worded,
"So.." He placed an open-mouthed kiss on my jaw, his breath tickling me there.
"Let me just change your opinion about this sloppy, breathless, and messy kiss." He whispered near my lips and my heart pounded in wild madness when his lips brush mine with each word he spoke, forcing an inaudible moan spilling out of my mouth.
"But, I said the tru..." My words were rendered incomplete as his lips descended on mine in a wink, moving passionately in an unknown rhythm, while his palm groped my thigh in a gentle grip, sensually caressing its insides with the pad of his thumb.
Lesson learned; I'll not wear shorts in his presence, he hardly leaves them.
My body trembled at the passionate speed of his lips, my insides shuddered at the raw taste of him, my heart thudded at the irresistible strokes of his palm, my heart blossomed at his gentle hold on me, my mind hazed at the mere thought of his lips on me, my hands shivered as he made me thread my fingers into his hair and my lips grinned as his breathing tickled beneath my nose.
It's astounding how a single kiss can make you feel a plethora of conflicting emotions at the same time.
Euphoria, anxiety, excitement overwhelmedness, confusion, oblivion, passion, awkwardness, admiration, and I could count a million other feelings he has made me feel since his lips touch mine ever so softly, like that of winter breeze, calm, placid, and comforting.
Though, I wonder if first, inexperienced kisses are always bound to be sloppy, messy, and breathless? Because there was not a single trace of a lie in what I confessed about our kiss. It indeed was the same as I described it.
But, if there was anything that I skipped confessing, then it was how perfect and special it was, despite our inexperience.
That infamous, wildly-swooned experienced clash of mouths might happen any time in the future but, this raw, unadulterated passion and gentle kisses are and should always be preserved for the first time.
I couldn't mount my thoughts about how beautiful it felt being kissed by him and letting me kiss him. And I wouldn't ever trade this feeling with any experienced kisses.
Maybe, it's because it was our first intimate gesture that couldn't be described in a few words? Or maybe this was the beginning of many unsaid, unconfessed intimacies? Or maybe, it was just another way of us hinting at each other of our intensifying feelings towards one another?
The answer is yet unknown but I do know that whatever it is, it felt as special as he and his presence is for me.
"How was it now?" He whispered, moments later, breathing heavily. However, my lips smiled brightly at the sight of his swollen lips, my fingers itching to touch them.
Nevertheless, my body let him embrace me as he dipped his face in the nook of my neck in exhaustion, planting open-mouthed kisses all the way from my jaw to my nape, my earlobes to the corner of my lips.
"Bta." He breathed, flicking his tongue beneath my ears inviting goosebumps over my body, thus reminding me of his unanswered question.
His body shuddered as I swept my palms over his bare back, wandering sensuously, though I didn't refrain myself from teasing him yet another time,
"Umm..." I faked a thought again, and he sighed immediately, almost ready to be teased again.
"Teeny little less sloppy, eeny little less messy and itsy little more breathless." I bit my lower lips to restrict the traitor smile shining at the corners as he raised his head again, a naughty, knowing grin highlighting his features.
"You, Mrs. Kansal are too smart to handle." He murmured in amusement, well aware of my intentional teasings.
"And you, Mr. Kansal are too innocent to handle." I grinned, wounding my arms around his neck. Though, eyeing his adorable, offended expressions, I couldn't resist pressing a swift kiss at the corners of his lips. Shaking his head in amusement, he spoke,
"Test me as much as you can, but let me make it very clear.." He eyed me with his gaze intent, his words now slow and threatening.
"I won't settle until I change your opinion and if it would mean kissing you for the whole night, I happily would." He spoke each word with sheer intensity, making my cores shiver and blush at the same time.
Before I could speak a word in reply, our lips touched, eyes closed, moans fused, palms wandered, breaths hitched, cores shuddered and legs tangled as he kept kissing me senselessly, thus actually turning me into a sloppy, messy, and breathless mess.
*********
Aditya's Pov
As the bright rays of the morning sunlight fell over my closed eyelids, I groaned in sleep at the sudden intrusion. Turning towards the other side, I outstretched my hand to pull my human cuddle pillow in my embrace.
However, my brows furrowed and my lips twitched when my palms patted the empty space beside, thus hinting me of the lack of presence of my woman on the bed.
"Kalyugi." Still drowsy, I murmured to no one in particular, thoroughly disliking her absence on the bed.
Nevertheless, sighing heavily, I pulled her artificial cuddle pillow towards me as a temporary solution for my dire need for a morning cuddle.
*******
"Aditya get up!" Faint sounds of someone from behind reverberated in my ears when I managed to peacefully sneak a few more minutes of sleep. Unfortunately, this irritating human wake-up voice was then followed by harsh nudges on my shoulder and pokes on my back.
Riya.
Nobody else would dare do this to me.
Turning around, I lay straight on my back and stretched my arms above my head with a throaty groan.
"Bas kar ab, I am awake." Displeased at being disturbed, I sulked, holding her hand before she could poke me again.
"Good morning." My lips curled up in an almost invisible smile when I opened my eyes to see my morning alarm settled beside, her palms grazing my forehead.
"Good morning. Where were you?" My voice was thick as I rested my head on my wife's lap, cocooning my arms around her waist in a hope of sneaking a few more minutes of sleep before the same old routine sets in.
"Mumma papa's call came that they reached home, so went downstairs to unlock the gate." She informed and I sensed her pulling my front hair together, like that of a little ponytail and later tying it with her rubber band.
"Mat kar yaar." I grumped and my hands flew to untie the rubber band from my hair.
"Noo na!" She whined, presumably pouting,
"You look so beautiful like this, like, like a fountain man!" It didn't take me a second to slap a helpless hand over my face at her another brutally twisted name for me.
I was stupid to believe that spouses give each other sweet, sugary nicknames, because, here, all I get is, Fountain man, Cakey man, Mini-hulk, brand-new/not-so-brand-new husband, Kumbhkaran, original husband of laptop, and whatnot.
My sleepy self refused to answer or comment anything in this matter as I preferred dowsing than arguing, thus letting her do anything she wanted to, which also included her happy giggles after clicking photographs of my fountain-styled hair.
Dusht.
"Wait!" The faint flashes of last night penetrated into my thoughts, thus making me jerk my head towards her,
"Oye, did we really kiss last night?" I blurted the first question that came into my mind, and immediately her face suffused with color at my query.
"Nahi to." Her lips parted slightly and she shook her head a second later, her hands halting for a moment over my hair.
"You might have dreamt about it." She shrugged, untying and tying the rubber band again.
"I don't dream." I scowled, palming my hand over hers, which was placed on my head, wordlessly gesturing her to caress it.
"Hain! You don't?" She frowned, a look of disbelief marring her features, her palms still unmoved.
"Nah." I shrugged in a yawn, patting the back of her palm again to continue the caresses.
"Then what do you do while sleeping?" She probed, bewildered.
My lips twitched at her bizarre question, and I answered, my tone sarcastic,
"I sleep while sleeping? Like eyes closed, mind blocked?"
"Ohho!" She slapped her forehead,
"I mean I dream so many dreams in a single night like something or the other keeps flashing in front of my closed eyes. What flashes in front of your eyes?" I failed to comprehend should I chuckle or feel annoyed by her quirky doubts.
"It's all black-black?" I responded, more like questioned,
"Like, I sleep and everything is black-black in front of my closed eyes." I answered, simultaneously attempting to stifle my smile noticing her protruded lips and scrunched nose.
"Dreams me bhi you are so boring!" She tsked, sighing deeply as if so upset over this. Though, I preferred ignoring her remark, enjoying her strokes on my hair.
"So I didn't kiss you last night?" The subject matter of our discussion marked its presence again. However, by now, each second of last night has replayed in my head a hundred times in the past few minutes.
She shook her head again, biting the edge of her lips, though her crimson cheeks, blushful smile, and unmatched gaze told otherwise.
"Acha?" I raised my eyebrows in question, biting my inner cheeks to stop smiling, and placed my palm on the back of her head, inching her face closer to me.
When her face was almost halfway inclined towards my face, I whispered,
"As much as I want to kiss you right now and remind you of our countless sloppy, messy, and breathless kisses last night, my morning breath sucks and you won't be able to handle it." I let her touch her forehead with mine and flashed a teasing smile. And, without a delay, she reciprocated with a frisky one.
"And vaise bhi, who knows that you might add the word smelly with sloppy, messy, and breathless too." I jested, rubbing my nose with her.
She giggled with a bedazzling smile and kissed my forehead softly,
"Don't worry, I won't let you kiss me with this ewwy-wewwy morning breath, and giving me smelly, stinky kisses." Her features crumped in displeasure, as she stuck her tongue out making me chuckle at her adorable expressions.
"Chalo chalo, go freshen up now." She announced after eyeing the wall clock and my lips twisted in annoyance at the mere thought of going to the office. Patting my arms twice, she got up from the bed, thus making my head thump on the pillow.
"Fine." I sighed half-heartedly, though each inch of my body refused to get up, while my wife was already trudging towards the room exit.
As I placed my arm under my head, my gaze lingered on my wife's retreating self and when she almost stepped outside the room, I called out, making her steps halt.
"Sun." At my words, she turned around immediately, eyeing me in question.
"Kya hua?"
"As much as I loved giving you my sloppy kisses, I loved your maggi-flavored ones too. So so so better than eating Maggi." I remarked playfully, not even trying to mask my mischief-laden smile.
Her eyes widened and lips parted momentarily at my unexpected comment, thus making me add another playful teasing,
"Aur haan, I can't wait for the repeat telecast. All day! All night!"
Her eyes popped in disbelief and she gasped inaudibly, and rushed outside like fire but not before exclaiming in embarrassment,
"Paagal!"
*********
Two days later,
Riya's Pov
"When are you coming back?" My husband asked as he changed the gear of the car, his face not-so-beautifully adorning the annoyed, agitated expressions.
"Since the moment I discussed going to Hoshiarpur two days ago, this is the hundredth time you are asking me." I frowned in disbelief and his lips thinned immediately.
Ignoring my words, he posed again, "Bata na, when are you coming back?"
"How many more times are you going to ask this?" I cribbed, reducing the volume of the song playing in the background.
"Until your 10 days changes to 1." He mumbled in displeasure and I couldn't help but giggle at his childish expressions.
"Just three days ago, someone was so happy that he'll have the full bed with him if I go to Hoshiarpur, and what was that? Haan.., that he'll be able to live peacefully for some days, oh and yes..." My eyes remained fixated on the side of his face, noticing his scowl deepen at each word I say.
"I don't remember saying anything like this." He countered sulkily, nevertheless palmed my hand in his and kept it on his thighs.
"Han fir, when did I say that you said this? I said someone." I teased, while his lips parted slightly in embarrassment.
"I only joked that day." He raked a reckless hand in his hair, his brows still creased.
"But I took your words seriously, now suffer." I shrugged dismissively and he immediately shot a threatening glare in my direction.
"Acha na tera, na mera, go for five days." He tried to maneuver, leaving my hand momentarily to adjust the gear.
"Not happening." I announced firmly, leaning against the car window, enjoying the view of my husband's sullen face.
Huffing and puffing, he kept mum, but added a few second later,
"Fine." He sighed.
" I know you want to spend time with everyone there. I was just trying my luck." He shrugged and passed me a knowing smile.
"But it didn't work." He muttered under his breath and I pretended to not have heard it.
"Good husband." I sat cross-legged on the seat, Few minutes down the highway, my eyes started drooping as I leisurely leaned against the window. It was already four in the morning, too early for Princess Riya of Hoshiarpur, and Queen of Delhi to wake up.
Once I reach Hoshiarpur, I will sleep till 12 every day. No work, no responsibilities, no nothing.
"I am a good husband, but you are a Kalyugi wife." He grumped and I said nothing but smile noticing him using the same words lately, I've been using always.
*******
Aditya's Pov
"Sun." I called my wife, my gaze settling over her almost sleepy self.
"Hanji." She managed to mumble amidst her yawn and opened her eyes to peer at me.
"I guess this way is blocked, maybe some accident has happened. Maps mein dekhiyo, koi alternative route." I spoke distracted, my gaze fixated on the road, figuring out the next u-turn.
"Nah." She shrugged, like that of a five-year-old, making me pass a glare in response.
"Say please first, then I'll do it." She put forward wriggling her brows challengingly, and with that stupid smirk on her face.
"Rehne de I'll do it myself." Rolling my eyes, I picked up my phone from the dashboard to do the task myself.
"Oi! One should not use the phone while driving." She argued in a frown and snatched the phone from my hands.
"One should not think that she can make her husband do anything." I argued back, taking the nearest u-turn.
"I take my words back, you are not a good husband." She muttered under her breath,
"Nobody like nobody listens to me." She exclaimed, her brows creased miserably as she unlocked her phone to open maps.
As our car drove on the highway, I confirmed, eyeing her,
"I guess we need to take right from here." I geared my car a little towards the right to take the turn.
"No no, not this one, the next one." She spoke in a hurry before I could take the turn.
"Acha?" I spoke, not convinced, "Pakka na?" I confirmed again.
"Hanji pakka." She said, her eyes fixated on the maps.
"Okay."
As I took the next right turn, the next fifteen minutes were spent with my wife instructing me the directions, only to make me realize we have reached the same place again where I asked her about taking that turn.
"This is the same turn I asked you fifteen minutes ago." I frowned, eyeing sideways.
"Nahi to?" She replied, almost nervously.
When my prolonged glare lingered on her face, she finally gazed at me apologetically,
"Uh, when we missed that turn na, the one you confirmed from me, I realized only then that we were supposed to take that turn only." My mouth parted to speak and she spoke ahead,
"Now it's not my fault that these maps are stupid enough to show these turns saath-saath, I am bound to get confused." She reasoned, at least tried.
"I am not depending on you for the directions next time." I grumbled having nothing else to say and took the same turn we were earlier supposed to.
"Your loss." She shrugged dismissively, and I could do nothing but pass an offended glare at this antique piece sitting beside me.
*******
Riya's Pov
"Boo-boo!" Avyukth stepped down from Vaishally bhabhi's arms soon as he woke up from his sleep and waddled towards me in urgency, his sleepy eyes now twinkling with happiness.
"Oi, my munchkin is so grown up now." I gushed cheerfully, picking him up in my arms, only to get my face smothered with his sloppy, open-mouthed, saliva-filled kisses.
A giggle erupted my throat at his wetty-wet gesture and he reciprocated too, giggling at me, repeating the same as if understanding why I am laughing at him.
"Your boo-boo missed you so much." I managed to utter as my lips were busy pecking his cheeks continuously until he has to push my face away to save himself from my kissing attacks.
"Acha sorry sorry." I kissed his forehead only to get a toothy smile from him.
"See your fu-fu! Say namastey." Avyukth spared a glance sideways as I pointed towards my husband, who was seated beside me on the sofa.
"Want to go?" I tried handing him to Aditya, who extended his arms towards him. But unfortunately, this little demon refused blatantly, and hid his face in the crook of my neck, shaking his head firmly.
"I guess we are again on no talking terms." Aditya mumbled sadly making everyone laugh in the living room, and carefully eyed a pissed-off avyuktha, who was busy throwing discreet daggers in his direction.
Ayaansh bhai chuckled at our notorious little boy, and remarked, "Arey Aditya, you took away his boo-boo from him, he has full right to be annoyed by you."
"Achaa? Is it?" My husband innocently asked avyuktha, while the latter peered at me questionably, not at all getting what us elders were talking about.
Before I could gesture him to nod, avyu yawned widely and placed his head on my shoulders, all set to snooze again.
"Maa, bhabhi, you should stop making my nephew work so much. See, how exhausted he looks." I jested, playfully glaring at the duo.
"Koi nai, now his bua is here for ten days, we'll make her do all the household chores. Theek hai na Rii?" Ayaansh bhai prodded, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
"I am telling everyone, I am not going to do any work here, especially yours. Sleep, eat, relax and repeat is my agenda for the next ten days." My lips thinned at his words as I eyed everyone step by step in a hope that they get what I just declared.
"Koi na, we'll see." My brother watched me challengingly, and I knew this kalyugi human would make me do all his chores for the next ten days just to irk me.
"Paaaa!! See!" Everyone including avyuktha chortled while my hopeful glance shifted to my ultimate savior, who glared at my bhabhi's husband.
He is not my brother at the moment.
"Na ayaansh, mat tang kar. She has just come home today."
Before I could pass an evil, victorious smile in my brother's direction, he commented slyly,
"Acha chalo theek hai papa, I'll not tease her today, I'll tease her tomorrow. Theek hai ab?" Ayaansh bhai wiggled his brows in my direction, inviting a bunch of chuckles from everyone, especially my husband while I could only whine and pout in defeat eyeing everyone's traitorous peals of laughter.
Though my insides smiled in contentment as my heart was at ease and mind at peace, coming back to all of them, who I have missed dearly in the last one month.
Ten days, only ten days.
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Aditya's Pov
"Uh, Riya?" I called out, halfway through the stairs.
"Hanji?" Her voice came out from the kitchen as she chatted with mumma and bhabhi.
The lunch was already done, and I was ready to leave for Delhi. However, before I could leave, I made up a reason to go to the washroom in the hope, my wife would come upstairs understanding the hint and I would be able to sneak a kiss or two until the ten-day kiss deprivation begins.
But, much to my dismay, she didn't get my hint as she was too busy chattering with everyone. Hence, here I am, finding another excuse to bring her upstairs.
"Voh, there's no hand towel, can you bring it? My sleeves got a little wet." I lied smoothly, because the towel was there, and not a drop of water touched my sleeves.
But before she could nod in understanding at my cue and ascend the first step, mumma interjected,
"Towel ni hai? But I arranged everything in her room, yesterday night itself." She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
My heart dropped as I sensed my plan failing and my gaze immediately switched towards Vaishally bhabhi, almost pleading her with my eyes to handle the situation at hand. Because my wife was of no use as she was too busy stifling her smile, fully aware of my made-up lies.
"Uh, mumma, I guess it's in our room. In the morning when I went to Riya's room, avyuktha began crying as soon as he saw the towel, you know na he always wants to play peek-a-boo." Bhabhi reasoned immediately, causing a relieved sigh to escape my throat.
Mumma nodded in understanding, while bhabhi almost pushed my wife towards the stairs, "The new towel is in our room. My almirah, right side. Goo."
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"Such a dufus you are." As soon as she entered the room and shut the door behind, I chided playfully and locked her in my arms.
Rounding her arms around my neck, she teased, "Lae, how would I know that you insatiable man couldn't even resist romancing at your in-laws' place."
"You are talking as if you do not romance with me at your in-laws' place." I rolled my eyes in incredulity and pulled her closer to me, my fingers clasped behind her.
"I don't romance with you, you romance with me." She countered immediately, forcing a scowl to appear on my face.
"Fine. Go then." I spoke in agitation, and left my hold on her, while she didn't budge as she kept smiling like a nincompoop, with her arms still wounding my neck.
"Ja na ab. Go." I sulked, and my hands flew to remove her hold on my nape. But being the goddess of stubbornness, she remained unfazed, still passing silly, toothy smiles.
"You are such a grumpy grandpa." She giggled and pressed a kiss on my cheek.
As much as I loved it, I still managed to maintain a poker face and scrunched my nose in displeasure.
"Chii!" My mouth twisted in fake distaste at her gesture, and I wiped my cheek vehemently, just to show my disapproval for her kisses.
Narrowing her eyes at me in offense, she clasped my hands tightly and kept pressing non-stop kisses on my cheek.
It was only for a few seconds that I could maintain my fake annoyance because when she didn't stop, I couldn't help but chuckle at her buffonish antics.
"That's not a kiss." Donning a smug smile, I raised my eyebrows, insinuating her to give me what I want.
"Lae! Just a few days ago you were teaching me the concept of kiss and return kiss. At that time, you told me this is a kiss." She played along and kissed my cheek again just to show that this was what I taught her.
"The syllabus is now changed madam." I winked and pressed my lips to suppress the notorious smile forming on it.
"Hain?" Her eyes widened in fake surprise.
"Aur kya! Such a poor student you are. Don't even know when the syllabus changes in Adyaland." I tsked, bumping my forehead with her, while my fingers again intertwined behind her back, tugging her closer to me.
"Acha?" Feigning a serious thought, she questioned and without a thought, I nodded swiftly.
"And you know, this updated syllabus is a tough one too, and will need a lot of practice." I murmured hoarsely, tracing the seam of her lips with the edge of my thumb.
"Is it?" She asked, her eyes flickered to my lips momentarily before settling back on my eyes.
I nodded faintly, with my gaze switching to her lips time and again.
"Teach me then." Standing on her tippy-toes, she whispered, her lips grazing mine with each word she said.
"Anytime." A rasp whisper escaped my throat and in the next second, I leaned my lips over hers for the gazillionth time in the last two days.
Our lips moved at an unexplored rhythm, much better than what we did two days ago.
When I felt her tangle her fingers in my hair, I groaned softly, grasping her waist in tight grip, wordlessly requesting her to not tease me.
As I traced the seam of her lips with mine, I could subtly taste the mild flavour of kadahi paneer resting on her lips. She moaned profusely when I rested my hand beneath her ear, softly caressing her skin with the pad my thumb.
Her scent was intoxicating, her heartbeats erratic and the taste of her lips, as it should be, raw, and natural.
"Boo-boo-boo!" Before I could peacefully enjoy this newfound sensation amidst us, avyukth's wail behind our closed room door fell into our ears.
However, all his cries proved futile, as my wife moaned inaudibly in between our kiss, thus encouraging me to not stop and let each other devour the taste of our lips before I have to leave.
"Avyuktha no beta, boo-boo is here only." Vaishally bhabhi seemed to have stop avyuktha for knocking onto our room door.
Seconds after claiming our lips, we loosened our hold on one another, as by now we were both breathless and exhausted.
"Learned the updated version?" Joining my forehead with hers, I whisper asked.
She shook her head gently and my gaze shifter to her lips, when she unknowingly flicked her tongue on her lips,
"I guess, I'll need a lot of sessions to ace this updated syllabus." She replied hoarsely, planting a lingering kiss at the corners of my lips.
I chuckled inaudibly at how bold and carefree she can become at times. As much as I have known her in these three months, I have realised her restricted self is always for the first times, and gradually, she becomes comfortable and vocal about her thoughts and feelings.
"You, Mrs. Kansal are too bold to handle sometimes." My palms wandered behind her in tantalizing strokes, while her breathing turned ragged as my lips grazed her jaw.
"Avyukth avyukth no, beta please." Bhabhi's fatigued voice marked its presence again, as the faint sound of avyuktha footsteps fell into our ears before he started thumping our door, crying incessantly.
"We should go now." Sighing, I spoke half-heartedly.
"Hmm." She hummed, resting her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around me, making me reciprocate the gesture.
"You sure about the ten days thing?" I probed teasingly, and kissed the side of her head, just to lure her with my kisses.
"Nah." My eyes brightened and heart swivelled in happiness but before I could smile in relief, she added,
"I might stay three-four days more, even after ten days. Mumma papa told me to stay for some more days if I wanted to because vaise bhi it's not possible to come here roz-roz. And god knows, if I managed to get a job, then it will be difficult to come here soon."
"Nooo." I almost whined, as her every word rendered unheard after listening her intention to stay four days more.
She raised her head to peep an innocent, convincing glance, the same look she directs my way, only to melt my insides and come to an agreement with her.
"Fine." I sighed deeply, still not having the heart for this, given the recent development we shared in our relationship.
"It's your time here, and I know how much you miss everyone at Delhi. Stay as many days you want to." I convinced myself to agree, realizing how much she is looking forward to staying here.
"Matlab 15 days too?" Her eyes gleamed, as this cruel woman slyly added a day more to the overall number of days she'll be staying here.
Smiling amusedly at her, I assured,
"15 days."
"Such a good husband." She grinned, placing a thank you kiss on my chest.
"That I am. Chal ab, baahar chalein, before that little devil come and starts crying again." Patting her back, I removed my hold on her.
But before we could take a step ahead and unlock the door, she almost shrieked, palming my hand,
"Oi stop!"
"Kya hua?" I frowned and turned around in befuddlement.
She giggled again, her cheeks suffused with redness and wiped my lips with her fingers, probably to remove any traces of her lipstick,
"I don't want everyone downstairs to know what you were teaching me here." She jeered in a quiet whisper.
An amused chuckle rumbled my throat as I basked in yet another shade of my woman, the bold, notorious, and the not-so innocent one.
"My lipstick is almost okay I guess." She mumbled, more like questioned and stepped towards the dressing while her fingers busied themselves in tapping her lips all the way.
"Ask me, I can ruin it for you." I offered, eyeing her with mischief and raked a reckless hand in my hair before I settled myself on the bed.
"After 15 days!" She was quick to retort, making me grin broadly.
"But you would have to compensate me for the kiss deprivation too, that I would be suffering from, in these two weeks." I put forward my condition, as my gaze fixated on her grinning self looking back into the mirror.
"Is it?" She craned her neck sideways, fake oblivion palpable in her tone.
"Aur kya." I answered smugly, leaning against the back of the bed.
"Koi nai, don't worry I'll give you the unlimited license to ruin it when I come back." She blew a kiss in the air, trudging in my direction and I could only laugh at this ticking bomb in front of me.
My spontaneous spitfire.
"Dekhle, All day, All night?" My greedy-self confirmed, raising a questionable eyebrows, and got up from the bed.
"All day, All night!" She repeated in a hushed whisper, her eyes shimmering with mischief.
"Paagal." I laughed at her fiesty self and unlocked the room door, while my wife could only pout in response before she sulkily murmured,
"Kalyugi! No appreciation for my romantic skills!"
"Ghor kalyugi and dusht too." I reminded her, before she could taunt me.
Tugging at her arms, I pulled her outside before I could change my plan to leave, and start appreciating her romantic skills in leisure time.
******
"That's not fair beta, you always come only for a few hours. Stay here for the night, subah chale jana." Papa complained as I bent down to take his blessings.
"Next time pakka." I promised, smiling politely,
"Tomorrow I have to meet one client, already he has been delaying it for a month, so I have to reach the office in the morning, otherwise I would have stayed."
He nodded softly, patting my head and I moved ahead to take mumma's blessings.
After hugging Ayaansh bhai and greeting Vaishally bhabhi, I picked up avyuktha in my arms, who currently seemed to be happy in my hold.
Maybe he is happy that I am leaving so that he can have his boo-boo all by himself.
No. I am not jealous. Not at all.
"Chalein Delhi?" I cooed, pecking his chubby cheeks.
He blinked at me once, then twice, presumably to decipher what I am intending to offer. Nevertheless, being in the good mood he was, he leisurely rested his head on my shoulder, yawning softly.
"He is all set to leave with you." Riya chuckled, almost gaping at him.
However, when I took the first step towards the car, just to see his reaction, avyuktha straightened in my arms within a second, his eyes widened in surprise and fear at the same time.
His chin wobbled and his eyes twinkled with unshed tears as he prepped himself to bawl his eyes out as if his fu-fu was kidnapping him.
"Mum-mum-mum." His voice quavered and it only took these words to splutter from his mouth that I immediately handed him to Vaishally bhabhi, before he could start the crying session in the middle of the street.
Hushed chuckles escaped our lips as he started smiling and jumping again, once back into his mother's arms.
Smiling in courtesy towards all of them, I took wordless permission to leave and reached out towards the car door.
Unlocking it, I turned around for a moment, only to share a brisk eye contact with my wife, who stood there, peering at me with her soft gaze and a knowing smile.
"Bye." I spoke, sparing a concealed glance towards her and later waved towards avyukth to mask what I just did.
"Bye." She whispered faintly, her smile as beautiful as she is.
Turning around, I settled myself on the driving seat, with just one thought in mind,
Fifteen days, just fifteen days.
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Heyaaa Dear ones!!
I wanted Adi and Rii's first kiss to be meaningful and clean and at the same time real and awkward.
(That too without using the cliche lines; tongue dominance, tongue down the throat etc etc.). I hope I was able to do justice to your expectations as you all have been waiting for this moment since a long time.ð¥ºâ¤ï¸
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