(Chapter 15)

Syha

David's on my ass for the whole day, like it's getting so freaking annoying. I don't know how long will I be able to take it without bursting on his face.

"Syha." Again.

"Yep?" I offer my sweetest smile.

"Can you stay overtime today? I really need you to help me review the new contract before we submit it to the boss." He pretends to look dejected but the clear want is visible in his dark blue eyes. So freaking annoying.

What part about me being married and having a husband does he not understand? Perverted asshole.

"I'm sorry, sir. My husband's not well and he needs me home early. We can maybe review it over facetime. So I can stay home and help you work at the same time."

Sorry baby for making you sick to spite this stuck-head.

David's face visibly falls as he fidgets, caught in his own trap. But I'm fully prepared. If he still wants to do it, I will make sure he experiences firsthand romance between me and my lovely husband whom I love very much—even if he doesn't know it yet.

"Uh- okay. I'll call you later then." He murmurs.

"Thanks." I nod and he leaves, making me sigh in relief.

I wrap up my work on time and wave everyone goodbye on my way to the garage. Thankfully I have renewed my liscence and even though it wasn't necessary, Araan got me a very cute, stylish car. A Porsche. I get in my car and drive home.

Araan's in the shower when I reach home and smile to myself. He had even ordered take out for us. My thoughtful hubby. I remove my work clothes and shower in the spare washroom, not wanting to initiate something by showering together since we're both tired.

When I step back inside the room in a simple cotton saree and hair wrapped in a towel, Araan's sitting on the bed and wiping his own hair. He looks up hearing my footsteps and smiles widely.

"You're home!" He makes grabby hands towards me and my insides melt. I step into the circle of his arms and take the towel off his shoulder. "I missed you." He mumbles against my stomach, buring his face there.

"I missed you too, bubs." I press a kiss to the top of his head and begin drying his hair for him. He yawns and clings to me as I make sure his ears and base of head are thoroughly dry, he tends to catch cold easily.

For the last few days we both have been a little busy so we barely got to spend any quality time together. Except quick love-making sessions here and there.

I really want to be just cozy with him tonight but that stupid David might actually call and make me do work from home.

I am still working on his hair when I feel his breath on my bare skin. He's managed to shift my saree to the side to have access to my bare stomach. His breath makes me shiver and he smirks before pressing soft kisses around my navel. My breath hitches.

"Baby, you're tired and I have to do some work after dinner. We can't do anything now." I warn at his playful antics.

"Why did you bring work home?" He pouts, pressing a open-mouthed kiss on my stomach with purpose and a soft noise spills out of my lips. He grins.

"I didn't want to. David needs some help reviewing. I said you need my care so I have to leave early but I will do facetime."

He looks up at that, eyes sparkling as he snickers. "You're so naughty." He comments, voice a bit hoarse.

I grin, biting my lip playfully. "I really just wanted an escape and be with you." I admit and lean down to plant a kiss on his pouty lips. He reciprocates instantly, gripping my hips tight and tries to sneak his tongue in but I gently push him back. "Come on, let's eat dinner." I say.

Grumpily, he gets up and I finish drying my hair quickly then put the towels to dry up while we go and get dinner. David texts me saying he'd be up for the call in an hour. I respond with an okay.

"I don't like this David. He always keeps you busy." Araan grumbles as we wash the dishes together. I laugh.

"I know, I don't like him too." I avoid the part of David being interested in me. I don't want to trigger Araan's insecurities or hurt him. Besides, David can go fuck himself for all I care. He is no one to me. So, why should I bring him up and ruin our mood?

"I need some cuddles though." Araan yawns, drinking a whole glass of water and putting it away. I take a sip from my tea and grin at him, loving how adorable he looks all sleepy and hair tousled.

"Me too."

I put my empty cup down and drag him to the bed upstairs. I put my laptop on the small laptop table on the side of the bed and keep my glasses on it as well, prepared for when David calls.

Araan climbs on the bed next to me and I pull us down to cuddle. But he stops me and removes my saree from the chest, looking at me expectantly. I nod and smile encouragingly, making a cute grin appear on his face.

I let him unbutton my blouse and since it was already bedtime, I haven't put any bra underneath. He removes my blouse fully and wets his lips at the sight of my boobs. I open my arms and he falls in them, adjusting so he can eagerly wrap his lips around my nipple.

A loud sigh escapes me as he gives my nipple a long suck and it feels like all the stress from work has just evaporated into thin air. I feel instantly relaxed and slightly aroused, but that's to worry about another time.

Araan hums and reaches out to place his hand on my other boob, giving it small squeezes with his suckles to the one in his mouth. His eyes droop and I watch him in admiration, awed and heart so full it might combust.

I keep my eyes on him, admiring the way his cheeks hollow as he suckles on, his warm breaths fanning around my skin and the squishy sounds he make. My heart's possibly turned into a puddle by now. I have never experienced pleasure in this level, and it's everything.

Leaning down, I kiss the side of his head, his temple and his closed eye before adjusting the cover over his shoulders. I busy myself by stroking his hair so I don't fall asleep myself from the serenity of the whole situation.

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