I was going to feed him with a spoon, but I didn't want to. I dug my hand in the meal I prepared and lifted it to his lips. He opened his mouth and ate the food I had on my hands. I continued to feed him until he was done, and I was feeling content doing this. It made me feel like I was doing something for him... it made me feel good.
As soon as I had finished feeding him, I licked the remaining food off my fingers.
"Sanyukta," Randhir said, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry."
"I know," I whispered. "Randhir, I know."
Then I got up and went to wash the plate that he had just eaten from before putting food for myself and eating. Randhir had sat down on the couch and had turned on the news channel. I finished eating my meal, and then walked up to Randhir.
Touching his shoulder softly, I said, "Let's go to bed now."
He nodded and we both got ready for bed. As we lay down, Randhir lay flat on his back, looking up at the blank ceiling.
I wrapped my arm around his stomach, as I looked up at the ceiling too.
"What's so fascinating about the ceiling?" I asked him lightly.
"I don't know," he responded, then he turned to look at me.
I looked into his eyes and smiled at him softly.
"I feel like I'm hurting you too much," he told me.
I rubbed small circles on his stomach.
"You aren't hurting me at all," I responded softly.
He leaned into me and lifted his head before placing it above my breast. I kissed the top of his head, as I held him to my chest, caressing him lovingly.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too," he replied into my body.
I could feel tears stain my skin, but I didn't mind. I stroked his hair and allowed him to cry.
After a few moments of silent crying, Randhir said, "I'll try... I promise I'll try. For you, I'll try."
I smiled and closed my eyes.
The next month passed by really quickly. Randhir started to slowly open himself up to me. I was also getting morning sickness - Randhir saw me throwing up once, and he was alarmed. I told him that I wasn't sure why... maybe it was because I had eaten something bad outside.
He seemed to believe me.
I wasn't ready to tell him about my pregnancy yet, because he would automatically assume that I was still with him for the baby, and not for him.
One day at work, I ran into Ragini and she smiled at me.
"How is everything?" she asked.
"Good," I told her with a positive smile. "You know, Randhir's finally starting to relax a little."
"Yeah? That's great!" Ragini said happily. "You know, when I got into a fight with my husband, Randhir consoled me. That's when I knew that he was a gem and his wife is really lucky to have him. I was crying and crying, and upon seeing Randhir there, I had just ran up to him and hugged him."
"Oh," I told her awkwardly, unsure why Ragini was saying all of this to me.
She looked at my expression and smiled.
"Sanyukta, Randhir told me the next day to stay away from him because you smelled lady's perfume on his shirt," Ragini said. "He told me he didn't want you hurt more than you needed to be... I just remembered this today, and I'm glad that I bumped into you. I was able to tell you this."
I felt my heart ache - I accused Randhir of cheating on me based on a lady's perfume smell, that was only there because Ragini was feeling hurt and Randhir consoled her?
"Thanks for letting me know Ragini," I said to her appreciatively.
"No problem," Ragini said with a smile.
"How are things with your husband now?" I asked her.
"Better... but we're still working on it," she said with a happy smile, then placed a hand on my shoulder. "Alright, I've got to get to work, I'll see you later."
I smiled and nodded.
Oh Randhir... my Randhir loved me so much. I ran up to his office and raised my fist to knock, but then I dropped it and opened the door instead.
He looked up, alarmed, as I shut the door behind him.
"Sanyukta?" he asked, sounding shocked.
I ran up to him and sat on his lap on the black rolling chair he was sitting on. Then I pressed my lips against his with such force that I was surprised the chair hadn't fallen backwards.
"I love you," I said against his lips. "I love you so so so much."
He grabbed my arms and pulled me off him before giving me a stern look. I didn't let that phase me though, because all that was playing in my mind, my heart, my senses, was that I loved my Randhir a lot.
"What is this Sanyukta?" he asked.
"Love," I whispered to him breathlessly.
I could see him trying his hardest not to soften up, and I almost laughed at the sight, but I looked at him just as sternly.
"This is an office," he said strictly.
"This is love!" I responded, sternly as well. "All's fair in love and war!"
"Don't be smart," Randhir said, "You know very well that these kinds of things aren't allowed in the office."
I rolled my eyes.
"Well then, I'm a rebel because I just broke the office rules," I said to him, the volume of my voice lowering, as I ran my hands up his shirt seductively.
"Sanyukta," Randhir warned.
"Randhir wouldn't office sex be so hot?" I asked him.
"What did you just say?" he spluttered, sounding like he hadn't heard me right.
"Office sex," I repeated coolly with a smile. "The thought of making love in an office... with your boss... ooh that's hot."
He glared at me.
"So if your boss was someone else?" he asked me.
"Then maybe he wouldn't think twice," I joked.
"Sanyukta," Randhir warned. "Get out."
"Nooo," I whined. "Randhir, let's have office sex... please. It'll be hot... don't tell me you don't have that fantasy."
"Sanyukta this is reality, not a fantasy!" he argued. "I'll give you what you want at home. But this is a workplace."
"You are so boring," I pouted. "But I'm not Sanyukta Shekhawat, if I don't know how to get what I want."
Then I pressed my lips against his again authoritatively, refusing to be phased, refusing to get affected. Randhir struggled to get me off but I pushed my body against his further.
This guy was such a liar - I could clearly feel how hard he was against me, yet he wanted to impose rules.
"Sanyukta," he said, trying to pull me off him.
I pressed my lips against his again, fighting with him, refusing to let him sway me.
"I want you now," I said against his lips. "You have to give me what I want... now. It isn't a request, it's an order."
I felt him get harder as I said that to him and I smirked victoriously.
"Get off," he tried to say, but I cupped his face in my hands and continued to kiss him with such ardent desire, that I was having a hard time keeping myself under control and refraining from ripping off all his clothes right then and there.