✨ Teasing her ✨

Samantha

It's been one week since we are staying in Pune and tomorrow we are returning back to Mumbai. Time not only flew with him, it changed. Things have started changing between us and this feeling makes me feel good. I have started believing on the fact my Dad wrote in his last letter to me. Abhimaan is actually someone to be with. Yes, he is cold to this world and his aura is as powerful as him.

And that is one of those things I find attractive about him. The dedication he has for his works clearly defines why he is so India's most powerful and richest business man.

But there is also a part of him which I know. Somehow which I'm capable of seeing.

And it makes me feel more connected to him.

This past week was nothing less than magic to me. I mean everything just turned around and I never saw it coming. Not that I thought about giving this marriage a fair chance but being with Abhimaan feels real. He awakens a side inside me which I never knew if that existed. Something raw, bold and an urge to show up all my emotions to him.

And just like that, one month of our marriage is completed. Within this past week, we have spent all the time together in knowing each other, teasing each other, spending quality time and what not.

Let's not forget to mention how Mr. Abhimaan Malhotra surprised me with the whole closet filled with new dresses. I didn't bring any dress of my own when I came here. But Abhimaan surprised me with the number of dresses I failed to count. I mean this man has literally got me the whole mall, that's all I can assume.

From oversized tshirts to shorts and pjs, from anarkali suits to sarees of every colour, from casual shoes to heels and what not. And when I asked him why did he buy so much clothes for me, he simply replied that I have to spend a long time with him. Like seriously? Who says that?

I mean C'mon Mr. Malhotra, you can't be romantic yet pretend to be cold?

And if you have known this man by now, you would better know that there is no way you can argue with him.

He does what he wants.

"Mr. Malhotra", I called up while he was sitting on the couch busy with his laptop.

"Ji, Mrs. Malhotra....", his favourite response came up.

"If it wasn't me, you would have married her, right?", I asked out of curiosity.

He took a glance from his screen to me in confusion, "And who is her?", he asked back.

"She....", I said pointing at his laptop.

"After all you spend more time with her", I complained making a pout face.

He chuckled at my behaviour, "And stop laughing."

"What's wrong in laughing now?", he asked back.

"Nothing", I turned around covering myself with the quilt as I was sleeping on the bed.

If he can't spend more time with me, I'm not going to ask anything to him again.

And please don't blame my period for my mood swings now. I'm just annoyed.

I felt him getting up from the couch and coming into my direction yet I chose to ignore him. "So, you are having mood swings now", he said sitting beside me and covering half of his body with the same quilt.

I ignored him despite him saying right but my cramps and swollen feet are more painful right now.

"Samantha....", he called me but I didn't respond.

"Toh naraz hai aap mujhse?", he asked softly.

"Koi baat nahi. Lekin apna dard toh kam karne ki ijazat dijiye, Samantha ji", I know he is trying to sugarcoat me.

Suddenly I felt him remove the comforter from his body and shifted to the side of my feet, "Samantha, let me ease your pain", he removed the quilt from my legs and put my feet on his lap.

I jumped sitting at my position immediately, "What are you doing, Mr. Malhotra?", I asked in panic.

"Please don't touch my feet...."

"Acha, woh kyu?", he asked ignoring my words.

He had a bottle of oil with him and after taking a few drops from it, he started massaging my feet, "Ye kya kar rahe ho?", I tried removing my feet when he held it tightly.

"Sshhhhh.....", he sushed me.

"Please, don't touch my feet, Mr. Malhotra?", I said nervously.

"Husbands are not supposed to touch their wives' feet", I said awkwardly.

I know I was wrong when I said this and it sounded so stereotypes but I just felt awkward when he touched my feet. I mean I don't know if that's right or not but sometimes you start following up things which you don't even believe.

"Acha aisa kya?", he asked making me feel more embarrass at my words.

"Fine....", he got up from the bed.

"Ohh......", he got imbalanced at his feet and I took no time in jumping from the bed.

"What happened, Mr. Malhotra? Did you hurt yourself?", I asked in panic.

He remained quiet and I blabbered more, "Tell me, where did you get hurt? Show me....", I made him sit on the bed and bent my knees on the floor and took his feet putting it on my lap.

"Ab bolo bhi kuch, Abhimaan. Kaha lagi chot?", I asked again. And trust me at that moment, I didn't even know if I had any pain a few minutes back or not.

"Wait....", I said taking the bottle of oil in my hand.

"Let me apply this. You might feel better", he didn't speak a word but took the bottle from my hand.

"Mujhe nahi pata tha Samantha ne kitaabon mea sirf ek taraf ke panne padhe hai", he said getting up from the bed and made me stand on my feet.

"What?", I asked in confusion.

"Aur nahi toh? Iss liye toh tumhe sirf apne hisse ki cheezein pata hai. You just know what wives are meant to do. You don't know the husband's part. Now, why are you touching my feet, Samantha?", he asked bluntly.

"You weren't hurt, isn't that, Mr. Malhotra?", he nodded at my realisation.

"I was just proving you what's wrong. You are in pain. And I will do anything to ease it. Just the way you were trying to do it right now. We are equal in this, Samantha", he said softly.

He made me sit on the bed and lifted up my dress a little, "Hum barabri par hai, Samantha. And trust me, life is better this way", a drop of tear fell down my cheeks while I kept looking at him.

"Aur humare yaha toh betiyon ko pujte hai aur tum toh mere ghar ki laxmi ho.... Tumhari takleef meri takleef hai....", his words rang in my ears and a sight of my Dad saying it to me hit me hard.

"Betiyaan paer nahi chhuti, Sam. Tu toh meri laxmi hai", Dad used to say this to me every time I touched his feet.

My period not only magnified my mood swings but it made me cry louder this time, "Hey, Samantha. Why are you crying?", he said hugging me instantly.

"Your....words.... reminded me... of Dad....", I sobbed heavily.

"And it's okay to remember him, Samantha", he said the same way I said to him about his mother that day.

"Now, stop crying....", he said wiping off the tears from my cheeks.

"Ummm.... Abhimaan......"

"Ji...."

"I'm...hungry.....", he chuckled back and pinched my red nose.

"Tell me, what do you want me to cook today, wifey?"

I sniffed, "Can we....just....order pizza....meanwhile we can.... umm.....cuddle?", I said making a puppy face to him.

"That's my favourite thing to do.....", he laughed back.

He took his phone and ordered pizza for us, "Done. It will arrive within 20 minutes", he said pulling me inside the comforter and I rested my head on his chest.

He tightened his arms around me and kissed the top of my forehead as we snuggled into each other's embrace.

Abhimaan

It's been two days since we arrived back to our mansion. Samantha's period hit her bad and her mood swings was on top. Sometimes I enjoyed her tantrums and the next moment, I feel bad for the pain she faces.

Now that we have returned back to our mansion and she is fine now. I got ready for the office and went to the dining area to have breakfast while I found that Dad was already sitting there on his usual seat.

When we returned back to Mumbai, I saw everyone watching me with a questioning look about my disappearance and then returning back with Samantha.

But I barely feel like explaining anything to anyone. Because when it comes to the world, I'm still carrying the same thread of pain and coldness.

And just because Samantha easily breaks my walls doesn't mean I don't have boundaries for others.

"I hope everything is fine between you two", Dad said when I sat on the chair to have breakfast. "Ji....", I replied back.

I saw Samantha helping Dad's wife in the kitchen and I was eagerly waiting for her to come. She was already gone from the room before I could wake up today.

Well, she helps her in serving the food and let's not forget to mention that she also made halwa for everyone the next morning we returned back here. "Ye adhura reh gaya tha", that's what she said while performing her pehli rasoi ritual and to be honest, I felt guilty for ruining the rasoi day for her.

She not only made the halwa but also my favourite aaloo paratha which tasted the same like Maa's.

I heard Samantha laughing when she came to us and served the food, "Goodmorning, Dad", she said softly.

I saw Dad's cold face turning into a bright smile, "Goodmorning, beti....", and I rolled back my eyes.

His coldness is only for me.

His wife came out from the kitchen and sat beside him meanwhile Samantha sat beside me. Chachu and Chachi is out of station to attend a marriage ceremony meanwhile Armaan and Amaira are gone out leaving the four of us now.

I was eating breakfast silently as I was not in the mood to go to the office today. I just wanted to be more with her.

These days have been nothing more than a magic. I never knew when Samantha has started becoming a major part of my life.

She is easy to talk to and I like her presence around me. She makes me feel more of myself and less a billionaire business man. Everything about her is special, from her smile to her anger, from her mood swings to her tantrums, from her acting innocent to her being bold and teasing me, from her believing the best of me to her showing me how I can be more of myself, Samantha is making her trouble paradise in my world.

"Abhimaan....", I heard Dad breaking my cloud of thoughts filled with Samantha.

"I want you to hold an interview today", he said authoritatively.

I was confused by his words, I really don't want to work today and now, Interview...ugh....

Samantha chuckled at my reaction, she knew I don't want to go to office today. I said to her already last night but she said that I can't be more irresponsible. "You have become so spoiled now, Mr. Malhotra", her words not mine.

Just like a typical wife.

I glared back at her to shut her up but she showed me her tongue instead, "And Samantha....", Dad called her when she immediately stopped making those faces and turned into an innocent face in front of him.

Drama.

"Ji, Papa...", she said softly.

"Be ready by 10. Your Interview with CEO Abhimaan Malhotra is scheduled at 11 am today", he said bluntly and I looked back at him in surprise.

"Interview?", she mouthed back.

"Abhimaan, I want you to conduct her Interview. From today, Samantha will be joining Malhotra Group of Industries. I want you to appoint her on the basis of her skills. So, you are taking her Interview. And appoint her the role as per her skills", he said when I laughed inwardly.

Wait, what?

She will be joining the office now. Wow, Dad. I can't be more happy.

"Ji, Dad....", I said while he finished his breakfast and so his wife.

"I have already sent her resume to you. Check that....", he added before getting up and walking off meanwhile his wife also left with him.

I smirked back at Samantha's expression, her mouth was hung open in shock, "Abhimaan, you have become so spoiled. Join the office and stop being so irresponsible", I mocked her words in the same tone she said to me last night.

She glared back at me, "Shut up....", and hit on my shoulders.

I laughed at her reaction, "Toh Samantha ji, mere toh mazein hai. Ab toh office mein bhi aap humari nazron ke samne rahengi", I acted annoying her even more.

"Aur waise bhi aaj goodmorning nahi hui thi humari. Toh woh adhura kaam office mein kar lenge.... Kya kehti ho, biwi?", I whispered in her ear.

I wish her goodmorning leaving tons of kisses and sometimes eating her out in the morning. But today, she got ready and left the room before I woke up. And I knew she did it on purpose to tease me. And now it's my pay back time.

"Sochna bhi mat, Mr. Malhotra", she said pointing fingers at me when I licked at her finger.

She flipped back her finger, "Eeeeeuuuuuu", she made an annoying face.

"Touch me once, Mr. Malhotra and I will say it to Dad", I laughed again hearing at her words.

"Awwwww..... ", I cooed her getting up from my seat.

Her face paled and I teased her more, "Samantha, I will suggest you one thing....", I whispered bending down to her ears.

"Aur woh kya hai?", she asked annoyingly.

"You can skip wearing panties today. Your boss doesn't like it. And that will save your time and your boss's too. Yours in wearing it and his in removing it", she gasped at my words while I laughed at her reaction.

Teasing her is the best thing in this world, trust me.

"Besharam....", she murmured slowly.

"You know I have read many dark romance stories of Boss and Assistant", I said playfully.

"Don't you dare think about it, Mr. Malhotra", she said slowly, her face already paled knowing that it's my time to tease her now.

"In fact, we can start the teaser right now, what's say, wifey?", I roamed my hands around her boobs and licked her neck when she pushed me slightly running in shy.

"Bhagwaan bachaye mujhe.....", I heard her saying. And I kept laughing at her reaction.

She is just too cute.

Okay fine, Abhimaan Malhotra can't be caught using words like cute .

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