(Chapter 21)

Syha

"Araan, you can't sleep without eating first. Come on."

"I have to finish this before tomorrow evening, love. Finish your dinner and head to bed without me. Sorry."

Putting my hands on the hips, I glare at him, huffing and pouting. He has been cooped up in his office in the house for the whole day. I get it, he has to get it done by the deadline to present to his clients. But whatever compromises with his health, I'm against it.

"Baby, I won't have dinner without you. Nor will I sleep without you. But if you at least eat something, I'll feel at peace."

He sighs and puts down his glasses, staring at me with those dark circled eyes. My heart aches.

"Fine. Then can you feed me?" He asks and cutely bats his lashes.

How can I say no to that face?

I grin and nod, pecking his lips briefly and attempt to pull away but he grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap.

Gasping, I grip his shoulders. He attacks my neck and starts to kiss there roughly, open mouthed and hot. I can't help but moan a little as his hand reaches up to fondle with my clothed boob. I don't usually wear bra during weekends since we mostly stay home, and he knows it. He kneads it hard while leaving marks on my skin, making me wet in seconds.

"Araan, please. Stop distracting me." I push at his shoulder weakly, too lost in his endeavors.

"Look who's talking." He growls, tightening the arm around my waist and squeezes my boob hard.

"Ahhhh!"

"You're the one distracting me since morning. With that thin saree and gorgeous nipples poking through. You know just how to seduce me, don't you, doll?" He licks a trail up my earlobe and sucks on it. My body shivers and thighs clench closer.

"Baby, please. N-not now." I manage between whimpers and he finally lets go of my abused boob, and kisses my lips softly. I breath heavily and melt in his kiss. "I'll get you dinner." I mutter against his lips and get off his lap in shaky legs. He smirks triumphantly and I flick his forehead before leaving the room.

Arranging a plate full of fried rice and chicken strips, a glass of water and a piece of chocolate cake, I bring the tray back up to his office.

Putting the tray on his desk, I sit back down on his lap and he keeps a steady arm around my hips while focusing on the laptop.

I take the plate and hand feed him, not using spoon, making bites with my hand and put them in his mouth. It's how we eat in our culture and this step of intimacy makes our love bloom in another level. But this sneaky little shit doesn't miss every chance to lick and suck my fingers extra hard each time I feed him. I only laugh and shake my head fondly.

When he has finished half plate, he refuses for more. I sigh dejectedly and finish the rest from the same plate since I haven't eaten yet. Afterwards, I feed him the chocolate cake. He grasps my hips and stares at me seductively while I smear the cake over my lips and pucker them for him. His eyes flash dark making my heart thump.

"I want it on your nipples then suck them clean." He speaks in a low, shameless voice, sending shivers down my spine.

"But you have work." I remind and bring him in for a kiss. He parts his lips and takes both of mine in between his, sucking and licking the cake off.

"Mmmm." I moan and flutter my eyes close, basking in his hot affection. When he's cleaned me off, he pulls back and licks his lips with a smirk.

"Now get back to your work and we can maybe try that later." I wink and lift myself out of his lap.

He pouts. "Fine. Love you." He says. I make him drink the water and fetch all the empty plates back on the tray.

"Love you too." I smile and take the tray back to the kitchen.

I laze around the bed for a couple hours, reading a book, scrolling through my IG feed. But nothing makes the time pass. It is so boring and I really can't sleep without my love. I need his mouth on me when we sleep. It's turned into a habit.

Realizing that I won't get any sleep, I get up and make two cups of tea for the both of us and take them to his office. I knock at the door and enter when he doesn't respond. My heart cooes at the sight of him all sprawled out on the desk, asleep. My baby's working too hard.

I put the tray with tea on the desk and gently comb my fingers through his hair.

"Wake up, baby. I brought us tea."

He grumbles, slowly waking up and rubbing at his eyes.

"How long?" I ask, indicating to his work.

"One last slide." He mumbles, taking the tea cup and sipping from it.

I take the other and plop myself on the armchair in the corner of the room.

"I'll wait for you here till you finish it." I say, sipping from my tea.

His eyes soften as he nods, finishing his cup and putting it down.

"You baby me too much. I love it." He says cheekily, a bit shy yet mischievous.

I grin, "Well, I've heard husbands are their wives' first babies. I love babying my baby." I wink and he laughs.

As promised, I wait by the armchair while he works. I don't even realize when I've fallen asleep only to be awaken by movements. I peel my eyes half open to see I'm in Araan's arms.

"We're going to our bed. Go back to sleep." He kisses my forehead and carries me to our room. I sigh and relax against him.

He puts me down on the bed and climbs in from the other side. I hear him turn the lights off and drape the blanket over us. I open my arms and he snuggles closer to me, burying his face under my saree and nuzzling between my breasts. I feel him inhale deeply and smile in my sleep. Kissing the top of his head, I hold him close.

The best way to fall asleep is to have your loved one in your arms.

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I've decided to prolong this book a bit more before ending it.

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