" Ek to Bhabhi bhi na, n jane kyu mujhe in gharelu functions me zid kar ke har baar le jati hai. Are jab meri proxy hai hi to fir mera Waha Kya kaam ? Par ab aakhir unhe Mana kaha se kar sakta hai tu. Vaise bhi sabse bada kaam tha nahana. Vo to tu kar chuka hai. Chal beta Shiva, jaldi se ready ho jate hai".
And with this much needed boost up, he entered his room only to find his wife standing in front of the mirror, halfway in the process of wearing a saree. And oh boy, she looked ethereal ! The blood red colour contrasted beautifully against her marble like skin. He found it hard to take his eyes off her and why should he, after all she was all his. His to look at and stare, his to cherish, care for, and most importantly to love. Only and only his.
Yes, they were finally in love. It took them their own not so sweet time to overcome their insecurities and realize each other's importance, but it surely was worth it.
"Agar tune la la land ki saer kar li ho to vapas dharti pe aaja or taiyar ho ja. Hame aaj hi jana hai". Her words broke his trance and he laughed at the irony of her words as if he was the one half dressed.
That reminded him of another issue he needed to sort - her carelessness. "Maine tujhe kitni baar samjhaya hai ki darwaze me sitkini band Karne ke liye di hoti hai. Fir tu Kyu bhul jati hai ? Agar Meri jagah koi or andar aa jata or tujhe is tarah dekh leta to...." He stopped midway as both possessiveness and anger coursed through his veins. He could not even imagine such a scene where someone else would see her in such a state.
Raavi on the other hand shook her head as she continued to make her pleats and tuck them in. She was well acquainted with this new found possession of his as she'd had several glimpses of this side of his on several occasions.
And then as she looked up, she saw his reflection in the mirror. He stood behind her, his entire attention glued on to her kandhe ka til. She could see desire flooding his eyes and before she could say a word, his mouth replaced his eyes. She responded with a low hummed moan as she registered that he was fastly becoming a pro on mastering her both inside and out.
Her weak spots, breaking points, tender zones, he knew them all, mentally, physically and emotionally. To her surprise, he let her go instead of travelling south to her neck, shoulders and beyond. Rather, he caught hold of the doris of her blouse and tied them up, letting his fingers brush through her velvety skin slowly in the process.
And as she looked at the mirror once again, she found him looking at her with the utmost attention, observing her each reaction with concentration. He was definitely into the mood to tease her tonight, she comprehended as he removed his hands, abruptly stopping and leaving the room when he sensed that she was getting into the zone.
Well ! Two could play the game, she smirked as a quick plan formed into her mind for the evening.
Shiva mentally groaned for the umpteenth time as she saw her wife prancing around with the other ladies, not sparing her a single glance as she appeared deeply engaged in some or the other conversation. Well she could pretend to the world, but not to him. He knew exactly what went in her devilish brain every single moment.
She had changed the drapery of her saree at the last moment, after he had left her hanging mid air with her desires. But that was only because he wanted to have her tonight in a way as to make up for the lost time. And what was better than some slow, subtle teasing. But this crazy woman had to step in and spoil his plans. He tried to cheer himself as just a few more hours were left to spent, and then within the four walls of their room, he would make sure that he took revenge for every silly ministrations of her in his own way.
He focused his attention to her again as he noticed the way she had left bits and pieces of skin from her entire body visible, just because she knew how much irritated that would make him. It was at that moment that their eyes caught on to one another and Raavi knew that she was gone. The moment this devil of a husband would find her alone, he'd take hisab kitab of the entire evening. But who was complaining, she smiled shaking off her tharki thoughts that occupied her brain about her deliciously handsome husband.
As the Pandya family reached home after the function was over, wishing each other good night and retiring to their respective rooms, she knew what was coming. He'd held her hand in a manner the entire way back that she knew.
And as he latched the door, he quickly caught hold of her lips between his, expressing the frustration he'd felt the entire evening. She let her fingers find their way in his hair, letting him have his way. And as they made their way to the bed, still hooked on to one another, their clothes slowly bidding adieu. The night was still young, and Shiva Pandya had a long pending hisab to equal.
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