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Kriya slousily moved on the bed still sleepy disturbed by Rey's voice outside the room as he taught dance to kids. A smile formed on her face unknowingly. She rubbed her eyes sitting upon the bed. She took coffee from the table beside glimpsing at the photoframe. Her smile only widened. She went to freshen up after having it and straited out standing near the door watching Rey from a distance.
'Good Morning Wifey', he mumbled when he noticed her. 'Morning', she wished.
'Sir, aap Kria didi ko Wifey kyun bulate ho? Woh aapka wife hain?', a kid asked grabbing their attention.
Rey turned around to check on Kriya when she laughed at the question.
'Bathao', she teased.
'Haan. Wo meri wife hain. Concentrate on dance first', he chided and in minutes sended them away.
The boys kept mumbling about academy, events as the time passed by. Kriya leaned in and slept on his shoulder with his hand around her holding her tenderly.
The voices silenced a bit later. Rey tucked the hair away with a smile. He gently picked her in his arms after he stood up. She snuggled closer opening her eyes slowly. He laid her down on bed and bent to take a blanket for her when she pulled him by the shirt.
He stared at her confused but her eyes made it clear when she glanced at his lips and then his eyes.
'I won't stop after a Kiss Wifey', he forewarned huskily.
'When did I ever tell you to stop?', she questioned innoncently.
He smiled leaning in closer to her until their breathes intermingled. He closed the gap taking her lips into his placing his palm on her face. He kissed her passionately deepening the fingers in her hair tresses. He pulled back with a laboured breath and pecked her. His lips leisurely worshipped her body loving her in those gestures of touches and kisses. She was his only girl. His Wifey.
Wifey word is inspired from Zayn Bree Fic I read! <3
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