Chapter 34

Tara's anger was a storm I couldn't weather, no matter how much I tried. I had done something—I wasn't even sure what—to upset her, and now she was giving me the silent treatment.

I had tried everything to make her smile again. Apologies, flowers, chocolates, even offering to take her to her favorite Miniso store. Nothing worked. She was resolute, her arms crossed and her lips pressed into a thin line.

It was maddening.

By evening, I had given up trying to reason with her and decided to let her cool off. We sat down to watch a movie together—her choice, of course. She picked Bang Bang, a film I didn't particularly care for but was willing to endure for her sake.

The movie started, and I noticed her mood lifting slightly as she got absorbed in the action and drama. Then came the scene. Hrithik Roshan shirtless, his chiseled body glistening under the sun.

"Wow," Tara said, her voice filled with admiration. "His body is just... perfect. So toned, so—"

"That's enough," I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended.

She glanced at me, her brow raised in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I muttered, clenching my jaw.

But inside, jealousy flared to life, igniting a fire I couldn't ignore. Perfect body? Toned? Was she seriously swooning over another man right in front of me?

After the movie ended, I decided I wasn't going to let this slide. If she thought Hrithik Roshan's body was impressive, then she hadn't been paying enough attention to mine.

I walked into the bedroom and deliberately took off my shirt, tossing it casually onto the chair. I knew she was nearby, and I made sure to linger, giving her ample opportunity to notice.

My toned, muscular body was on full display—tan skin, defined abs, and broad shoulders. Tattoos adorned my chest and upper left arm, intricate designs that hinted at stories I rarely shared. A light dusting of hair covered my chest, adding a rugged, masculine touch.

I saw her out of the corner of my eye, and her reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened slightly, and a faint flush crept up her neck.

"Tara," I called, my voice calm and casual. "Did you need something?"

"N-no," she stammered, quickly looking away.

I smirked, enjoying her flustered state and I was not letting this go so easily , when she was in the closet I stood behind her very close and sensing my presence she turned around and I trapped her placing both of my hands on the cupboard ''wha--what are you doing leave me I have work'' she said looking anywhere but at me , I bent down to her level and bit her earlobe , running over my tongue to soothe the sting ''hshh Ve--veer just leave me'' she said trying really hard to stand despite her getting weak knees , okay enough of the teasing , I let her go and the moment I gave her some space she dashed out at the speed of lightning

By the time she finally confronted me, she had managed to regain some of her composure. "Alright," she said, crossing her arms. "I'll forgive you, but only on one condition."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"

"You'll let me paint your tattoos with my makeup," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine. Do your worst."

Tara grabbed her makeup bag and sat beside me, her excitement evident. But I leaned back against the headboard, resting my weight on my arms, and gestured for her to come closer.

"You'll need better access," I said, my tone deliberately casual.

She frowned slightly, confused, but then I gently tugged her onto my thighs, positioning her so she was straddling me.

"Veer!" she exclaimed, her face turning crimson. "What are you—"

"You wanted to paint my tattoos, didn't you?" I said smoothly. "This way, you can reach them properly."

She looked like she wanted to argue, but instead, she sighed and pulled out her eyeshadow palette.

Her fingers brushed against my skin as she began working on the tattoos, tracing the lines with soft strokes of color. She used eyeshadow to fill in the intricate designs, blending shades with a surprising amount of skill.

The feeling of her touch, combined with her closeness, was driving me insane. Her focus was entirely on the task at hand, but I couldn't help but notice every little detail—the way her hair fell over her shoulder, the faint scent of her perfume, the way her lips pressed together in concentration.

"Stay still," she murmured, not looking up.

I smirked. "You're the one moving, not me."

She shot me a quick glare but said nothing, continuing her work.

When she finished the last of the designs, I thought the torture was over. But then she did something I hadn't expected.

Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against my chest, leaving a faint lipstick mark on one of the tattoos.

My breath hitched.

"Tara," I said, my voice low and warning.

She didn't stop. She left another kiss, then another, scattering lipstick marks across my skin. Her boldness caught me completely off guard, and my self-control began to fray.

Before I could think twice, I grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against me. My hand moved to her neck, tilting her face up so I could capture her lips with mine.

The kiss was deep, intense, and filled with all the pent-up frustration and desire I had been holding back.

Her fingers curled against my chest, and I felt her melt into me, her earlier boldness replaced by a sweet surrender.

"Tara," I murmured against her lips, my voice rough.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and slightly dazed.

"You shouldn't play with fire," I said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"Maybe I like the heat," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I kissed her again, my hands roaming her back as I held her close my mouth left her lips and trailed on her neck leaving wet open mouth kisses , I knew that I found her sweet spot as she moaned sweetly , making me hard , I continued sucking on that area , I opened the top two buttons of her shirt but stopped knowing that she is not comfortable yet but she held my hands and guided towards her shirt ''I --I -- I wan--t to'' she stuttered to embarrassed to speak ''shh baby it's okay , let me say it for you and if its right just give me a kiss on my cheek'' I cooed caressing her red cheeks she nodded biting her lower lips ''you want to proceed but not all the way , just a little is fine''

she leaned in and gave me a kiss , I became a little daring and asked her ''Is it oaky if I get rid of your shirt and your bra'' this time she hid her face in my chest  I thought that she is reluctant but then she gave me a kiss , I looked at her and she nodded her eyes giving me the permission and without wasting any time I got rid of her shirt revealing my beautiful wife , her , milky white skin and that red bra doing nothing but making me hard I pulled her and buried my face in between her breasts , sniffing in her sweet scent I place kisses all over , her shoulder , neck collar bone just above her breasts and with one hand I got rid of that dangerous red thing ,

but she covered herself looking down ''don't look they are not good they are small and--'' I didn't let her finish and made her look at me ''baby you are perfect , these are perfect you don't need to hide from me but of course if you are uncomfortable we can stop here'' she looked at me for a bit before letting her arms fall down and giving me the most beautiful view , those perky white soft melons  I grabbed her left one it's softness stark contrast to my rough palm and it fit perfectly in my hand , I caressed it lightly before leaving it and admiring both of them , I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on both of her peaks , she sucked in a harsh breath , then I pinched her soft nipple and played with them , pinching them , caressing them

wanting to taste them I took one of them in my mouth and played with the other one , I sucked , slurped and bite them gently before giving the other one same attention , I can feel her clenching her legs her body tensed up indicating she is close , I continued my sweet torture and she slumped a little telling me that she had her release ''you are amazing baby and you don't need to feel insecure you are the most beautiful thing happened to me and you are the most beautiful women and get ready from now on I am going to taste these sweet melon of yours before sleeping'' she hid her face in my chest out naked chest colliding nodding her head in a yes

I made her wear he shirt again , though I didn't wanted to I prefer her without it but control , she reached over to take her bra but I was quick , I picked it up the fabric warm still carrying her body warmth , she looked puzzled by my action ''this dangerous red thing stays with me , its mine now'' and I sniffed it her sweet body scent making me crazy , then I kissed the area that is supposed to cover her breasts all the while looking in her eyes

her jaw was hanging seeing this , oh she looked so tempting my god

"You're impossible," she muttered, her voice muffled.

"So are you," I replied, chuckling softly.

She sat up slightly, looking down at the lipstick marks scattered across my chest. "I think I ruined your tattoos," she said with a small smile.

I shook my head, brushing a kiss against her temple. "You made them better."

And as we sat there, tangled together, I realized that no argument, no anger, could ever last long between us. Because at the end of the day, Tara was my world—and I would do anything to keep her by my side.