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Hola! I'm back with another piece. I do hope you guys like it!
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Jitni dafa zid ho meri; utni daf tu chahiye
"Vaanika and Akira look like twins, don't they?" I smile up at him, with words I say almost thrice a week as he pushes a glass towards me.
"They do," he turns to stare at the cousins running towards Rudra with Annika right behind them. They do look like twins, being just a few months apart and in matching outfits.
"Now could you please stop gawking at our kids and focus just a bit on your ignored husband?" he says grumpily. I turn around to stare at him before shaking my head in a negative at the drink he offers.
"You have my complete attention," I bat my eyelashes at him flirtatiously. His eyes turn darker in an instant as he abandons his drink to pull me against himself with an arm around my waist.
"Omkara!" I say nervously as he bends over me slightly.
"What? It's our anniversary!" he raises an eyebrow.
"Exactly! It's our anniversary party and there are people around!" I shove him away.
"Manhandling your husband on your wedding anniversary is not cool!" he pulls me back to himself with a deftness that leaves me completely breathless.
"So when exactly is it 'cool' to do that? And do tell me what should be done with a husband on wedding anniversary?" I raise an eyebrow, trying to keep the flush threatening to creep on my face under control.
"Let me show you," he whispers huskily before pulling me with himself on the stairs.
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"Don't worry. Annika and Shivaay will handle the guests. Anyway Shivaay owes me one," he has me pushed up against the very first wall we encounter from the stairs.
I don't want to know why Shivaay bhaiyya owes him because I'm sure it's about their own disappearing act. It's just plain gross to be flung things like that about your own sister and her husband. I hit Omkara on his shoulder.
He streches his lips into a smile before bending down and closing them over the corner of my mouth. It's not a kiss, he simply stays there, with his arms around my waist for a long moment before moving down. My hands find refuge in his hair against the onslaught of sensations that his sinful lips bring.
"I want a girl," he says breathlessly against my neck.
"Is that your way of asking for that bachelor's party you never had?" I hold on to his hair tightly as his teeth nibble my collarbone.
"What?" he pulls back to look at me with questioning eyes.
"Go ahead. Then, I'll finally have the hen party that Soumya had," I look at him with a smirk.
He stares back at me with wide lust-filled eyes. I know I look stunning in the off-shoulder red gown but it is still remarkable how I still have the same effect on him, even after two kids.
"One day, you will have to tell me what exactly happened in Somu's hen party," he bends down to press a kiss to my shoulder. "And by girl, I mean a baby girl, he adds as he pulls back.
My breath hitches in my throat at his words.
"are you crazy? I slap his hands off myself.
"Oh, come on! It will be my birthday soon and I want that as a gift! he whines; it sounds worse than Zahara's frequent bouts of childishness.
"You are too old to be demanding birthday gifts!" I roll my eyes at him.
"Pretty please?" he turns on the doe eyes at me. His demand is something that I've been wanting to ask myself, but right now, all I want to do is to watch him beg.
"No!" I resist again.
"But-"
I interrupt him,"Its east for you to say but it's me who's gonna be carrying the baby!"
"Fine," he pouts, disappointing me before pushing me against the wall for another kiss.
"Wow! Omkara Singh Oberoi giving in so easily?" I break the kiss to ask, astonished.
"Well, I was reminded of everything you had to go through to bring them to this world and decided that I was indeed being irresponsible," he murmurs with lips tracing my jaw.
"It's normal, Omkara. Anyway, your loss because I was just about to give in," I shrug while my heart hammers in my chest.
"Really?" he pulls back to look at me.
"Well, it is my jataadhaari hippie's wish! How I can say no to him?" I tell him with a smile.
"Gauri, you don't have to give in to my every wish. You are supposed to say a firm no to some of them whenever you want to. You belong with me not to me," he runs his thumb over my cheekbone.
My heart beats at an insane rate at his words, words that are a declaration of how much he respects me as his wife and as a woman.
"I don't comply with all your wishes. Remember that black thing you wanted me to wear for you? I still haven't. And there was the time when you wanted to skip on Soumya and Rudra's graduation just so you could spend some more time in bed?" I remind him with a smirk.
"And you dragged me off the bed with a jug full of water. Yes, I remember it quite vividly," he grumbles with wrinkled nose before getting a hold of my hand.
"See, I know when to put my foot down. If I didn't, we were sure to have our own cricket team running around," I entangle our fingers together, our rings clinking together with a satisfying sound.
"Am I that desperate?" he tilts his head a little to the side.
"You'll find the answer to that tomorrow morning when you wake up and take a look at me," I reach up to plant a kiss on his exposed neck.
With a low growl, he has me slammed between the wall and himself once more. His mouth moves to cover my own, lips moving persuasively. An electric charge again rushes through me at the contact, something I'm sure he also feels. My mouth opens up at the very first sweep of his tongue. This kiss is different from his teasing kisses of earlier; this feels driven. Motivated towards a goal. A goal whose very thought sends butterflies churning in my stomach, even after all this time together. One of his hand moves down, mapping inches of my body over the fabric to leave scorching skin in its wake. A moment later I feel the smooth glide of his fingers over my back, on the skin left open by my backless garment. I whimper helplessly at that as my senses spin out of control and his strokes turn more insistent.
He traces his thumb over my spine before pushing me harder against the wall, his body covering mine with practised ease. I lean in to him, wanting to get as close as possible, my body craving more of his touch. It is surprising how quickly a riot of sensation takes place through my whole body, limiting my ability to think. Every part of my body reacts to him and it's a real struggle to remember our position and the people just down the stairs.
Just as his kiss turns more urgent, I push him back with a groan. My hand stays entangles in his hair as I pant. He smirks at my condition before asking,"Why?"
"Do you honestly think just beyond a staricase and against a wall is the best place to make a baby?" I say coyly just to get that smirk off his face.
It works as his face turns serious for a moment before he swings me up in his arms and makes a mad rush for our bedroom.
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The second part will be up soon if you guys wanna read it!
Part 2: page 4
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