A more pleasurable explanation to shivaays silence as Pinky bulldozes anika. J
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Shivaay's pov:
"Stop right there."
I jerk my head up at the voice. Glancing at mom's face.
Sighing internally, I mutter, "Mom, don't. Trust me the last thing you should do now is say anything against Anika." Mentally bracing myself to defend my wife. I look at her as she looks on her lips slightly parted, her face still flushed. I'd love to kiss her. My eyes widen as I am amazed at the direction of my thoughts. Especially shocked at the timing. Seriously. How can she do this to me when mom is glaring daggers at both of us.
"Agar thera ghurna hogaya tho mey kuch talks karun?"
I quickly look at mom, flustered.
"Mom..."
" How can you not see Shivaay? What more has to happen? How many people should try to keep you away from her? Our life, our family has become a circus. No one has ever dared to speak to any of the members in our family like that before."
My fists close involuntarily. Ofcourse I wont punch my mom. Doesn't mean...I uh...don't feel like. I just hope mom stops before she goes to far. My nerves have been stretched to their breaking limit today. And all I want to really do is carry my wife upstairs and kiss her sensless. Hmm...maybe that's what I should focus on I try to distract myself, conjuring up a rather beautiful daydream where anika listens to everything I say and we are enjoying ourselves...thoroughly.
An alternative universe, where she runs her hand through my hair and drags her nails across my back as we both reach a new plateau of heaven. Where I kiss her so hard, her lips remain bruised for the next few days. Where I can bury my face into her pale creamy neck and block out the whole world. Where she helps me out of my sherwani, while I return the favour. I think of all the times she's fallen on me, and all the variations where we've ended up stuck to each other. A surprisingly large number of times. I've felt' her enough to know she's a man's fantasy. But to live that fantasy.And he'd be the only man to ever ever live that fantasy.
Anyone else, simply wasn't even an option.
I want to groan out loud at the temptation that my wife is. And we haven't even kissed yet. I wonder how will kissing Anika be like. Would she be sweet? I think she'd be tangy, a hot and sweet mix with just the right amount of spice. Like a blend of cardamom and elaichi with a generous teaspoon of sugar. I can't wait to find out. But would she allow me? It would take time, fiery and independent that she is, it will take time to convince her. But he'd do it.
They would christen every single surface in their room. They'd start with the bed Untill anika had started sleeping on the same bed as him, he hadn't really appreciated how big his darn bed was. It gave her way to much space to put between them. He had even briefly considered getting it replaced with a smaller one. But he had resisted the temptation, knowing that would keep him in an even harder state. No pun intended.
Then they would move to the couch, then the poolside, behind their moon, against the wall...
I break myself out of my silent reverie, looking at her to see a single tear hang from her eyelash. I take a moment to appreciate how she still looks beautiful. This woman is definitely messing up with my head. I shake my head physically, hoping it'll make my brain return from the trip it seems o have taken.
Mom's voice filters back, grating my already frayed nerves.
"...just an opportunistic gold digger"
I take a step towards mom, not planning my next move but definite that it will be a violent one. But surprisingly dad beats me to it, as a loud smack resounds through the great hall of the Oberoi mansion. A small part of me takes a moment to appreciate the acoustics of our hall. I mean, its amazing how everything sounds so loud. I mean dad definItely didn't slap mom that hard. Right?
"Pinky, I don't know about the others. But im sick of your taunts. Your jealousy. Your possessivness. Your dumbness...and frankly your mera Shivaay jaap. Neither are you an angel, nor is you son so perfect" I narrow my eyes at that, "I'm sick of your eye rolls. One of these days they'll fall of their sockets. Anika is my bahu. Take your time to accept it. But do it silently. No more taunts."
I watch in silent shock as dad calmly walks towards his room before letting out a deep sigh which seems to reverberate in the silence that has enveloped the house.
I take a moment to appreciate the various reactions of the family members. Omru look smug. Badi mom is trying very hard not to smile, while managing to give a slightly shocked expression for mom's benefit. Obviously she thinks this is long overdue, but sensible that she is, she doesn't add to mom's humiliation. Bade papa on the other hand has no such qualms, as he grins widely. Belatedly I wonder what my face looks like. But give up trying to figure that out. For honestly, I can't figure out what I'm feeling. But for once in my life I pick my wishes and take anika's hand. I pull her toward our room as she follows in a daze.
I lock the door behind us, a man can hope, before turning towards her. She seems lost, and ofcourse beautiful. I take a step towards her unconsciously as she looks at me.
"What just happened Shivaay?" her soft voice pulls me towards her as I slip my hands around her pulling her closer.
I nod in negation. "I don't know." I confess, drinking in her features. She has a rather beautiful nose. I tap it and she looks at me confused, and blushing.
Lord.
"So, I'm your wife now?" she says pulling out of my embrace and I frown before dragging her back, even closer.
"You always were." I reply, as she arches back while I pull her closer. As she bends her back to move away, I can't help but note how flexible she is. A rather amazing plus point to my wife. We can definitely add a few more surfaces.
I grin as I think of her reaction if she knew what I was thinking. Cheapde.
She flushes and looks at me as though I have lost it. Maybe I have.
" You're breaking my back." She protests and I grin even more.
"I'm just testing you flexibility."
"Wow, I hope you are satisfied." She mutters slightly pouting.
"Immensely, it's definitely going to make our life more interesting wife dearest" I mutter noting the rising color in her cheeks.
A man has a few profound moments in his life. I think of the joy when Rudra and Om were born and when prinku joined us. Of my first business deal and when my father told me he was proud of me.
As my wife stood on her toes to kiss me, I forgot every single one of those moments. When she let me slip my tongue into her mouth, I wasn't sure if I d ever let her out of our room. As her silent moan filled the room I died and went to heaven. When she put her hands into my hair tugging gently, I lose myself into the overload of sensation. Our tongues dance as she doesn't let me take the upper hand in kissing her either. I feel her passion match mine equally, and soar in the knowledge that I'm not the only one who is pushed to the edge.
Definitely cardamom and honey.
As we part, for oxygen I don't let her move an inch further than necessary.
"Your wife." As the words spill out of her mouth, mine finds hers tasting the words.
Definitely the sweetest words I have ever heard her speak.
"Mine" I affirm.
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