Inspired by episode 81 :)
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After an awfully hot and long day, Raavi finally got the chance to retire to her room and rest for the night. She wiped her head with her hand and cursed the approaching summer. It was impossible to stay cool, especially with her long hair always sticking to her neck, and the kameez she was wearing clinging to her skin far more than she would like. She was looking forward to the cold shower she had had in her mind since a few hours ago.
But as she entered her room, the sight before her made her throat dry up. She gulped at the vision presented to her. There he was, her husband, standing in front of the mirror in all his glory, doing god knows what. She didn't bother to observe his actions as her eyes zeroed in on his very bare torso. His bronze skin looked oh so divine and his well-defined abdomen made her heart do something akin to a cartwheel at the way it lurched from the mere sight of him. He lifted his arm to brush his hair and his biceps contracted. She nearly swooned at his action. Her arm caught the bedpost near her to keep her upright. He looked downright gorgeous. She couldn't believe her bhootnath had hidden this body underneath his loose clothes. Or maybe she was just unobservant.
She shook her head, chastising herself for having sinful thoughts about Shiva.
At that thought, her conscience came into play. Ae dobi, what is wrong with you? How is it sinful to be staring at your own husband? How is it sinful to have tempting thoughts about him? It's only normal, especially when you've got such a hot husband. You've wasted long enough fighting him. Maybe, it's time to take advantage of what fate has bountifully served you.
Raavi couldn't believe her inner voice and decided to shut it out. Her mind was much too hazy to be thinking sensibly.
"Ae chipkali, kitni der se tujhe aawaz de raha hoon, sunai nahi de raha kya? Aise ghoore kyun ja rahi hai? Khayegi kya?" Shiva asked, stepping forward from around their bed.
Raavi stared at him like a deer caught in headlights as he finally came to stand in front of her. She immediately turned around, but as if her body had a mind of its own, she twisted back to catch another glimpse of his delectable body.
His eyes bore holes into her and she averted her gaze, feeling flustered.
"T-t-tu yeh kya kar raha hai? Aise bina shirt ke kyun ghum raha hai?" Raavi asked, composing herself.
"Kyun? Tujhe kya problem hai? Mera kamra, mera body, meri marzi. Main shirt ke saath yahan rahun ya bina shirt ke, tujh jaisi chipkali ko koi farak nahi padhna chahiye." Shiva answered haughtily.
Raavi's head immediately snapped up. "Oh bhootnath, tujhe yaad dilana padega ki yeh humara kamra hai, sirf tera nahi. Iss par mera bhi utna haq hai jitna ki tera hai. Ab aise aankhein mat dikha. Tu mujhe nahi dara sakta. Ja jaake kapde pehen."
"Jaise tera haq hai iss kamre pe, waise mera bhi hai. Nahi pehnunga main shirt. Kya kar legi?" Shiva challenged, a smirk slowly forming on his devilish lips.
"M-main..main...main Dhara di ko bata dungi! Phir tu hi unnhe explain karna ki main kamre se bhaag kyun gayi. Abhi main nahane ja rahi hoon. Laut kar jab aaungi, tu apne shirt mein hona chahiye varna..." Raavi declared.
"Ae maami ki behen ki beti, dhamki kisko de rahi hai? Tu...." Shiva questioned before he paused mid-sentence.
"Accha ja. Main pehen lunga shirt."
Raavi looked at him dumbfounded, wondering how he gave in so easily. Maybe, her threat had indeed worked wonders. She took her clothes out of the closet and left for the bathroom.
Shiva watched her retreating back. The wheels in his head turned in contemplation as he remembered how her eyes had given him a once over one final time before she left. He could swear he saw her lick her lips. Although, it might very well have been a figment of his imagination. One thing that he was sure of however was the fact that she had checked him out multiple times. Her eyes had intensely gazed at him before she had shyly looked away.
"Chipkali..." Shiva chuckled as a plan to harass her formulated in his mind.
*****
The next day, Raavi hummed a tune as she enjoyed the ice cream Gaumbi had brought for everyone. It was grueling hot for the last couple of days and everyone had been complaining about it ever since. For some reason, the bhukkad bhootnath had refused to have some and had instead left for their room.
Raavi sat and enjoyed some time with the family before finally leaving after an hour. When she walked in, she was greeted with a heavenly sight once again. Shiva was on the floor doing push-ups. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the rippling muscles in his back as he pushed himself up and down. She was absolutely enraptured by the slow and smooth rhythm his workout had formed. Up and down. Up and down. His muscles contracted with every move, highlighting just how built her bhoothnath was. She blushed when her inner voice asked what it would feel like to be underneath him when he pushed himself up, and eventually down upon her body. The thought sent her spiraling into a sinful abyss. Her cheeks warmed up and she slapped her hands over them to hide the crimson hue coloring them.
"Ae gadheda! Itni der raat ko kaun exercise karta hai? Aur tune phirse shirt nikal di?! Kyun?" Raavi inquired.
Shiva stopped mid-push-up and swiftly got back up on his feet.
His glistening torso drove Raavi insane as she felt her hands itching to just reach out and touch him. She fisted her palms and grabbed onto the sides of her kurti to control herself. It wasn't fair the way he held this sort of power upon her. She pouted in dismay.
"Tu phirse dimaag khaane aagayi? Meri har cheez se tujhe itni dikkat kyun horahi hai?"
"Haan, khaungi tera dimaag. Yeh mera bhi kamra hai aur mujhe sona hai. Tu yeh workout karke mujhe disturb kar raha hai." Raavi replied, having a hard time keeping her eyes off of his bare chest.
"Toh tu so sakti hai. Maine nahi roka tujhe. Workout bhi khatam hogaya." Shiva replied cheekily, before grabbing his water bottle and bringing it up to his lips.
Raavi watched as he gulped down the water quickly. His adam's apple moved in a bewitching manner, leaving her heart palpitating. A few drops of water escaped his lips and dripped down his jaw, sliding down his neck and eventually disappearing down the valley of his chest. She felt jealous; jealous of that drop of water. What had her life come to?
Raavi's eyes moved lower and she almost gasped at how low his track pants were hanging off his hips. She felt tortured. A low whimper escaped her lips before she looked up at Shiva with sudden anger. She stomped towards their closet and took out a towel.
Walking back towards him, she threw the towel at Shiva's face.
"Ja, jakar naha le. Bahot paseena nikal raha hai tujhe." Raavi hastily made her way to the bed and covered herself with the blanket, not wanting to face Shiva with her blazing cheeks.
Shiva held the towel in his hand and watched his chipkali burrow herself further into the blanket, successfully hiding her face from him. Alas, it was of no use. He had already seen the redness of her face and the way she had been gawking at him. He smiled wickedly, loving the effect he was having on her. He was killing two birds with one stone. Not only was he getting to experience the shy side of Raavi, which he still couldn't believe existed, but he also managed to shut her up so that she wouldn't bug him endlessly in the nights. Her constant chatter had disturbed many nights of sleep for him. Oh sweet, sweet revenge.
He left the room to take a shower.
"Gadheda, bewakoof, bandar bhoothnath! Samajhta kya hai khud ko? Aise bina shirt pehene mujhe tadpa raha hai. It's not fair. Aisa lag raha hai ki mera dil dhak dhak karte hue phat hi jayega." Raavi mumbled under the blanket.
"Ughhh!" She screamed into her pillow in frustration.
*****
The next few days were spent in glamorous torture. Every night when Raavi walked into her room, Shiva would always be shirtless. He would always taunt her in a teasing manner. His eyes would sparkle with mischief and his lips would curve into an arrogant smirk. He would do things that would leave her wanting more. For example, he would brush his bare chest against her while moving across the room. He would ask her to bring things to him which he could easily have access to just so he could tease her in the process. One night, he asked for his towel as he worked out, and as she handed it to him, he tripped her with his legs so that she landed on him. To say that she was surprised would be an understatement. Her body had shivered with an undecipherable emotion as a knot formed within the pits of her stomach. She had promptly pulled away from him, maybe a bit hesitantly, but he didn't have to know that.
Then another night, he had slept without a shirt on. She had protested against it quite a bit but he didn't budge. He gave her an excuse that it was too hot to sleep with a shirt on. That absolute tease!
She had finally understood he was doing it all on purpose. And as much as she enjoyed the view, she couldn't help but get flustered by him every time. Her flabbergasted persona didn't leave much room for any talks or action to happen, not that she wanted them to happen.
Liar, liar. Her conscience whispered back at her. Raavi ignored the voice and continued with her reflection of the past few days.
She decided to give Shiva a taste of his own medicine.
"Tujhe kya laga bhoothnath aise games sirf tu hi khel sakta hai? Bhool raha hai tu ki agar tu Shiva Pandya hai, toh main bhi Raavi Shiva Pandya hoon. Barabar ki takkar dete aayi hoon tujhe bachpan se lekar aaj taj. Na tab peechhe hati thi, aur na ab hatungi." A sly smile made its way onto her face as she waited for nightfall to come.
*****
Shiva strutted into his room, prepared to torture the chipkali with another night of his shirtless adventures when he stopped in his tracks. Raavi was already in their room, perched in front of the dresser as she took off the few pieces of jewelry she had adorned.
Just as Shiva took off his shirt, Raavi spun around and called out to him.
"Shiva, ruk! Yeh sab baad mein karna, pehle bahar ja." Raavi spoke in an assertive tone.
"Kyun?"
"Kyunki mujhe kapde badalne hai. Dekh mujhe change karne de, phir tujhe ko karna hai kar. Woh kya hai na main aaj bahot thak chuki hoon. Issliye main abhi sona chahti hoon." Raavi gave him an overly sweet smile, making him feel suspicious.
"Roz toh tu kapde bathroom mein badalti hai toh aaj yeh change of plan kyun? Main nahi nikal raha..." Shiva responded back stubbornly, folding his arms across his chest.
Raavi had a hard time focusing on her goal as she watched his bulging biceps, but eventually, she managed to keep her calm.
"Please Shiva. Dekh, main abhi tujhe nahi bata sakti. Ja na." Raavi whined. She stepped closer to him, put her palm across his back, and pushed him towards the door, making him stumble in surprise.
"Ae gadhedi! Ja raha hoon, tu yeh dhakka dena band kar." Shiva fumed before leaving.
A few minutes later, Shiva received a text from Raavi that she was done and he walked back to his room. He shut the door and pulled the latch on properly before turning around.
When his eyes landed on Raavi, they almost popped out of their sockets. There she stood, wearing a silky pair of shorts and a button-up shirt, brushing her long tresses in front of the mirror, with a beguiling smile sitting upon her lips. She left the top button open and the loose fit of the shirt made one side of the sleeves hang slightly off her shoulder. Her shorts were well....short. Shiva's eyes ran down the smooth expanse of her milky legs before he quickly turned around, wondering what the hell he was doing.
He yelled at her. "Ae maami ki behen ki beti! Yeh kya pehen rakha hai tune? Pagal hogayi hai kya?!"
"Kya bol raha hai tu, Shiva? Matlab kya hai tera ki maine kya pehna hai? Kapde pehne hai aur kya? Itna bhi nahi dikh raha tujhe?" Raavi replied nonchalantly.
Shiva turned around in anger and marched towards her. His eyes never left her face.
Only Raavi knew the amount of courage she had to instill within herself to wear her current nightclothes. She had bought them before she got married but never got the chance to wear them. Now was the perfect time, or so she thought. She gulped nervously as she watched Shiva stalk forward. But she also knew, there was no need for her to be afraid when it came to her bhoothnath. Her confidence instantly boosted.
"Tu yeh kya karne ki koshish kar rahi hai? Badla le rahi hai na?" Shiva gritted out, his eyes filled with blazing intensity.
"Badla? Kis baat ka? Shiva, sirf tu hi ek nahi hai iss ghar mein jisse garmi lagti hai. Main bhi hoon, aur aaj kal mujhe neend nahi aati yeh lambe lambe kurte pehente hue. Iss liye maine socha ki main yeh suit pehen loon. Dekh yeh humara kamra hai na, aur hum kaun hai? Pati aur patni. Toh yeh sab chalta rahega." Raavi answered innocently.
Pati aur patni. The words rang in Shiva's ears as he stared at the temptation in the form of a chipkali in front of him. However coy she tried to act, she was doing it on purpose, and somehow, he was still getting affected by her. He shouldn't let her have her way. He knew it. Yet her siren-like ways got to him. He had trouble keeping his eyes from venturing down south. And if he kept his eyes glued to her face, her neck tempted him in more ways than one. The slowly slipping shirt off her creamy shoulder didn't help. If only he could have a taste...
Bad Shiva! He chastised himself. He shuddered at the power she held over him.
Raavi waved her hands in front of him, breaking him out of his dazed state.
"Tujhe jo karna hai kar." Shiva managed to speak out before he left their room.
"Bhaag kar kaha jayega, bhoothnath? Waapas toh tujhe yahin aana hai." Raavi muttered under her breath, pleased with the way Shiva had reacted.
She couldn't wait for more.
*****
When Shiva came back that night, he found Raavi fast asleep, her arms spreading over to his side of the bed. He sighed in annoyance before he left to change his clothes. He was about to take off his vest once he was back in their room when he noticed her exposed legs. He decided to leave it on.
Getting into bed, he slowly picked up her arm from his side and placed it over her stomach. Keeping his eyes averted, he turned on his side and closed his eyes.
Sometime during the night, Shiva had shifted to sleeping on his back when he felt a weight upon him. He opened his eyes only to find Raavi draped all over him. Her face was lying on his chest, her arms around his torso, and her legs somehow still placed on her side of the bed. He wondered how she managed to sleep in such weird positions.
"Iss gadhedi ko main hi mila tha takiya banane ke liye?" Shiva mumbled sleepily. He was about to push her off when she snuggled into him further. A sigh escaped her lips. She looked like the very vision of innocence, but he knew better. She was a wolf disguised in sheep's clothing. He let her take advantage of him and drifted off to sleep, his arms wounding around her waist, unknowingly.
*****
The next morning, Raavi opened her eyes and was greeted with the most pleasant sight she could have ever asked for. Shiva was underneath her, his lips parted slightly, and his brows furrowed just a tad bit. His hair messily covered his forehead and dare she say, he looked adorable.
When it finally dawned upon her sleepy mind that she was lying on top of Shiva, her face immediately warmed up. She looked down and found her palms splayed across his chest and she slowly let them wander, loving the feel of his hard planes against her hands. She stopped herself soon after, fearing he would wake up and catch her.
She slowly tried to lift herself off of him when she felt the weight of his arms around her waist. Suddenly, she didn't want to get up anymore. She was too comfortable. His arm around her made her feel at home. Pouting, when she realized she couldn't stall anymore, she grabbed his arm as gently as she could and placed it to the side. She moved off him and went back to her side.
Staring at his sleeping face, she remembered how he had reacted the night before and she giggled softly in delight.
*****
Shiva spent the next few nights being tortured by his wife. Raavi pulled out all sorts of different pajama sets and wore them at night, driving him to the brink of insanity. As if that wasn't enough, she would purposely bend over after dropping a few of her things. In the process of collecting her things, she would show off her smooth, long legs that were begging to be draped over his shoulder as he...
Control, Shiva, control! Shiva mentally chided himself.
This woman was slowly proving to be the death of him. She would stick to him as they slept as well. Some days, her arms would drape over him. Other days, her legs would lay over him as if he was some sort of branch for her weirdly tangled limbs to climb over. Other nights, she would completely lay over him with her whole body. He wondered what he had done to deserve this. Was it because he had teased her with his shirtless torso? It wasn't that sinful, was it?
As a new morning dawned upon them, Shiva opened his eyes and found Raavi snuggled against him, her back against his chest. A sleepy smile graced his face. He loved the way she sought his presence even in her sleep. It gave him a sense of belonging. At least her purposeful act of annoying him had led to one good thing. He couldn't lie anymore; he loved cuddling with his chipkali.
Maybe, he spoke too soon.
Shiva groaned as if he was in pain when Raavi suddenly wiggled against him. He pushed her away and ran off, hastily picking up his towel in the process.
Raavi opened her eyes and snickered at her bhootnath's rushing form. Revenge was sweet. But her Shiva was sweeter. The way he had tried to maintain his distance even when she teased him to the depths of hell made her heart beat for him even more than it already did. He deserved a reprieve.
*****
When Shiva came back after his long shower, Raavi was already dressed and waiting for him. She had used the other bathroom that was made especially for the women of the house.
Raavi locked the door quickly and cornered Shiva against a wall. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she played with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
"Ae chipkali, raat bhar mujhse chipak kar tera pet nahi bhara ki tu phirse shuru hogayi?" Shiva asked, feigning annoyance.
"Tera pet bhar gaya?" Raavi asked, looking into his eyes.
When he didn't answer, she pressed her lips against his cheek and let them linger for a while.
When she pulled back, Shiva gave his answer. "Nahi."
Shiva switched their positions so that she was now pinned against the wall.
"Bahot sataya hai tune mujhe." Shiva murmured against her neck.
"Tune bhi kam nahi sataya mujhe. Shuruwat toh tune hi ki thi!" Raavi exclaimed.
"Hisaab barabar hogaya?" Shiva asked.
Raavi playfully nodded her head.
"Aur ab?" Shiva questioned.
"Ab...bas raat ka intezar rahega." Raavi answered, desire pooling within her eyes.
"Sone nahi dunga tujhe." Shiva looked up at her and promised in a husky tone before pressing a kiss against her neck.
"Mujhe sona bhi nahi hai." Raavi responded with equal fervor, pecking his lips in a feather-light manner before pushing him away and running off.
*****
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