Part 28 : Sweet

RAYAAN

We returned to our room late at night. Even though I didn't want our moment to end, she was feeling sleepy, and I had work in the morning, so we returned to our room.

Now that I had a small taste of marital bliss, I yearned for more. I was delighted to see that she was equally interested in our relationship. Taking things slow was fine by me, but one sided relationship was not. Fortunately, that wasn't the case for us.

She fell asleep as soon as she sat on the bed. I wasn't surprised to see her sleeping in her heavy attire again. She definitely loves her sleep.

I looked at her again. The soft blue saree was looking perfect on her. I couldn't withdraw my eyes from her. Grabbing my phone, I clicked a picture of hers. She looked so cute with a pout and messy hair.

I slept beside her, finally a peaceful night. I was so glad we were not angry at each other anymore.

She moved closer in her sleep cuddling me by my torso.

She was sure pretty much a cuddler.

The moment she laid her hand on my torso, I could feel the small hair on the back of my neck standing up. I could feel her hot breath through the flimsy White t-shirt I wore.

I tilted towards her and kept my hand on her shoulder and as soon as I did it she snuggled closer to me.

I was feeling gidding. Something very beautiful inside me. I had never felt something like this before. In a way, It was good because now I was feeling everything with my wife.

My wife.

These two words always manage to flutter my heart. I never knew my cute little wife would have such an effect on me.

My petite baby-faced wife has managed to attract me. To the point that I keep thinking about her even in the office, even while working.

And that is what I was doing right now, Lost in my thoughts, I struggled to focus on the report of the new proposal I was reviewing. My mind kept wandering back to my wife, and it was as if her presence lingered in every corner of my thoughts.

I was going crazy to return to her, especially after our silent fight. I no longer wished to ignore her or stay away from her.

Only I know how much solace it gave me to hug her goodbye today. After two days, I did that. And she didn't fail to give me a radiant smile that made my day.

Imagining her smiley face from the morning all I could do was zone out. She looked so pretty. I wish I could return to her sooner.

With difficulty, I managed to keep up with the day and as soon as the clock hit 8, I knocked on Aryan's door.

Today the tables were turned it was me who was counting every second of the day.

Aryan was startled by the sudden invasion in his cabin. But just after a few seconds, a known smile appeared on his face. He lazily sprawled his hands and legs on the chair, "Bhai! Don't disturb me. I am doing some important work "

I get it, he was imitating me.

Rolling my eyes at his mischief, I marched towards him. Keeping one hand on the table with the other I held his neck forcing his face down on the table, "Do you want me to snatch the money I gave you in the morning? " I asked raising my brows.

Too excited in the morning I ended up giving him some money. First, he thought I was going to beat him to a pulp for messaging Meera again so he hid under his bed. But when I chuckled rewarding him he got too frank with me.

But I didn't mind his words for today because of him I could talk to and touch my wife again.

"I was kidding bhai " He chuckled caressing my hand.

"Let's go " I grabbed his shirt in my fist dragging him outside the office that was almost empty since most employees left by 7.

I willingly let him buy whatever junk he wanted. And he did make sure to enjoy his liberty way too much. He exhausted it till it was on its deathbed, buying anything and everything his eyes caught a glance of.

We drove back home, and the familiar fragrance of home welcomed me. There, Mom was sitting watching a movie. Aryan didn't waste a single second going and keeping his head on her lap stealing all her attention.

I smiled at the view searching for my little wife. My eyes wandered everywhere around the house but she was away from my sight.

"Rayaan"

Mom called and I saw Aryan jumping and eloping to the kitchen to get the plates for distributing his treasure among us. I walked to her, kissing her forehead I too kept my head in her lap.

She smilingly looked at me roaming her fingers in my hair. Her hands felt like feathers and I could feel all of my tiredness flying away. My eyes felt drooping in her warm embrace.

"How dare you steal my wife? " I heard Dad and within an instant, he came by to sit beside Mom.

He grumbled," Now you have got a wife stop troubling mine"

I couldn't help but chuckle at his dramatic self.

"Let's go, Rasika Ji" he said, taking my giggling mother's hand.

"Eshwer Ji, stop it!" She tried to swat his hand away.

I heard the sweet jingles of anklets, and a small smile graced my lips as I knew exactly who had graced us with her presence.

"Meera, come here "Mom called out, and in the blink of an eye, she lifted my head and placed it on Meera's lap.

Both of us were taken aback by the sudden change in arrangement.

"Enjoy, kids," Mom said as she walked away, but not before placing Meera's hand on my head and winking at me.

I glanced at Meera, who had a shy smile on her face. That made me smile too.

I kept gazing at her while she kept her eyes lowered to my chest. Her shyness was fluttering something inside me.

Soon, I felt her fingers moving through my hair, and a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Her soft hands felt beautiful. Though I don't like anyone touching my hair. But Mom and Meera are exceptions.

I held her other hand that was resting on the couch, slowly bringing it near my mouth I gave a feather kiss on the back of her palm. She glanced at me and again looked away as soon as she met my gaze.

I interwined our fingers keeping it on my chest.

Her lavender fragrance was helping me relax. All I wanted was to stay like that forever.

My gaze fell on her silver waist chain that was shining on her soft brown waist. My eyes traveled up to her neck which was only adorned with Mangalsutra then her face. She wore jhumkas and a small black bindi between her brows. Her glossy pink lips were parted slightly. Needless to mention she looked like an enchantress.

I have started to realize how beautiful my wife is over the last few days. There is a constant need within me to stay close to her. I feel desperate to have her attention now. I felt like I was aging in reverse. I was slowly turning into a teenager.

She stole a glance at me again and I couldn't hold myself from shifting my head closer to her belly. She sucked the air, I could feel her fingers stopping for a moment. She relaxed eventually but her hand moment turned slower.

I tilted my face towards her belly. The waist chain was exactly in front of my eyes.

I couldn't contain myself and slowly taking the chain between my teeth I started tracing it from one end to the other. Her hold on my hair tightened, and she took a sharp intake of breath as her belly heaved down.

Looking up, I tried to match her eyes. She was holding her breath, timidly looking at me. I tried to search for any signs of reluctance but couldn't find any.

I snaked my other hand around her waist, meeting her gaze with mine, I pecked her waist above the waist chain.

I saw her closing her eyes in shyness making me smile.