Twinj Threeshot: Bedroom Dynamics || Part 3 Up!

Bathrooms and Offices

As clichd as it sounded, life went on for both Twinkle and Kunj. While not emotional lovers, the two had formed a bond in the few months into their marriage. It was uncertain as to what their bond was, friendship maybe, but it was both different and similar to when they first met. They still had their legendary fights, but it was different now. Though they would both deny it, they looked forward to the explosive fights they would have with one another.

Twinkle wholeheartedly took up her role as a dutiful daughter-in-law and Kunj fell into his office work with a passion. His mother was impressed with Twinkle, though she would deny it, as her previous misconceptions quickly dissipated. And his father was equally impressed and happy with the dedication Kunj showed towards the Sarna Empire.

Like any good businessman it was expected that Kunj bring his work with him home, after all an Empire's success wasn't restricted to its office hours. In the corner of his spacious room a desk, with all necessities, was set up. Beside it was a shelf that had his books and a filing cabinet for his files. At first it was hard for him to keep up with the organization of his desk, but thankfully and surprisingly, Twinkle had taken it upon herself to keep his desk neat and proper.

With an irritated scoff Kunj flipped through the files in his cabinet, muttering to himself when he couldn't find the one he was looking for. He ran a hand through his hair, dishevelling it more before straightening up and shooting a glance at the clock. Cursing at the time, which indicating he would be late if he didn't leave soon, he finally called out for help.

"Twinkle where is my blu-"

The cause of his stress and irritation, a shiny blue file, appeared in his line of vision. He followed the delicate hand holding it, to the amused expression of his wife. The little smirk on her face, and the light in her eyes, entranced him for a minute, before the movement of the file caught his attention again.

"Duffer," she teased, enjoying her husband's dishevelled look (which was not sexy at all thankyouverymuch and no she was not lying as she said that). He glared at her and grabbed his file, a little too roughly as her hold on it caused her to jerk forward, sprawling onto him.

For a moment time seemed to stop. Twinkle willed herself not to breathe in his intoxicating smell, or to notice the hard muscles underneath his crisp white dress shirt. Similarly, Kunj tried not to get lost in the softness of her body pressed up against him, or the dark crescents her eyes lashes made against her face as her eyes fluttered. He swallowed dryly, and moved back, unsure of what to make of his thoughts, or feelings.

"Thanks," he murmured, and scurried out of the room with his things. Twinkle leaned up against the desk and pressed a hand against her chest, willing her rapidly beating heart to slow down.

It was becoming so hard.

Day by day, hour by hour, the time she spent with Kunj prompted feelings she wasn't ready to address. Feelings she had had with Yuvi. Feelings that she didn't think she would have again after her disastrous experience with love.

Time and time again she couldn't help but compare Kunj to Yuvi, and time and time again she was proven as to how he was the better man.

In the way he tried to protect her from his family's odd and ridiculous demands.

In the way he still was trying to mend her relationship between her and her mother.

In the way he tried to wholeheartedly fulfill his duties as a husband and son-in-law.

It was so hard not to fall for him. No doubt he was handsome, and the sight of his half naked body in the mornings caused reactions within her that she didn't even dare think about. He was well built, and the rough tenor of his voice in the morning caused her hairs to stand on end.

It also saddened her in a way too. The feelings she was developing for him were probably never going to be reciprocated. She couldn't blame him either, her past and her childish actions had probably caused her to fall in his gaze and there was no one to blame but Twinkle herself. Her recent turn of thoughts began to upset her, and she left the room determined to distract herself from her husband.

xXx

On the other side of the city, Kunj was faring no better in his thoughts. Try as he might, he couldn't seem to concentrate on his work that day; not when this morning's incident played in his mind, over and over again.

He rolled his chair back from his desk, pensively staring at the blank document up on his laptop. Frowning, he gently shut the computer, and rubbed his eyes, willing the image of Twinkle burned in his eyelids to dissipate. When that didn't work he opened the drawer on his right side, and pulled out a small picture frame.

His wife's blinding smile met his gaze, and he traced her face through the glass. This wasn't anything new, at least once a day he carried on with this ritual. Of staring at her picture, of getting lost in her thoughts.

If Yuvi had every truly been in love with Twinkle, Kunj could now see why; seeing as he was in the same position now. He couldn't pinpoint when, but sometime during the months after their marriage he had fallen for her.

She was like a gust, no a hurricane, of fresh air and activity into not only his life, but his family's as well.

Before his house used to be somber and quiet, but now it was filled with laughter. From the childish shrieks of his nephew as Twinkle chased him around, to the amused chuckles and soft smiles of his mother and father, she was responsible for it all.

Before she came, his house was just that, a house. But she made it into a home. Very quickly he could see her becoming his mother's joy, as she and Twinkle bonded over the small delights of life, like Ishaan and good food. His father's pride over his daughter-in-law grew by the day, and Twinkle's good vibes contributed to his business sense.

And she was oh so lovely. Even before their marriage he would have agreed, internally mind you, that she was pretty. But seeing her personality paired with her looks caused him to think she was breathtaking. Her smile lit up the room, and her explosive temper caused her eyes to light up in a way that would leave him mesmerized.

Kunj gave an agonized groan, dropping his head onto his desk. This was not planned at all. At the onset of this marriage they had both agreed that they would abide by strict terms and conditions. He was sure falling for his wife went against said terms and conditions.

"Sir?"

His peon's tentative voice caused him to raise his head, looking at the nervous young woman.

"What is it?" his voice came out harsher than intended, and he grimaced seeing her step back.

The peon surveyed her boss, licking her dry lips. He was handsome, and for the hundredth time she both cursed and praised his wife for bagging him.

"Uh, Mr.Sarna told me to tell you that the City File will be looked over today, ahead of schedule. So you need to get the documents from home," she babbled, before running off with a blush.

Kunj rolled his eyes heavenward, not sure as to whether or not he should be thankful to be going home and possibly seeing his wife.

Oh yeah, he had it bad.

xXx

His large mansion was surprisingly quiet, the only sound coming from the occasional servant who meandered off doing their work. It seemed his mother and sister had stepped out for some work, and he was a little crestfallen knowing that Twinkle must have gone with him.

Shaking himself out of his hopeless romantic thoughts, Kunj made his way towards his bedroom. Upon entering, the sound of the shower caught his attention, and he became aware of the fact that Twinkle was home. His body immediately heated at the thought of her in the shower, and he shook his head, trying to rid himself of the impure thoughts he had about his own wife.

The stupid, or blessed, file which brought him here in the first place grabbed his attention, and he quickly swiped it off his desk. Just as he was about to make his way out, the click of the bathroom door alerted him to its occupant coming out. Try as he might, he couldn't make himself leave the room and he turned around, almost unwillingly, to stare at the vision his lovely wife made.

It was clear that she was in her own world, as she hadn't yet noticed him. She had a towel wrapped around her, which left little to the imagination. Her long creamy legs were on display and Kunj swallowed dryly at the sight of all that exposed, soft skin. His body was reacting strongly at the sight presented to him, and he cursed himself from not being a gentleman and speaking up when it was clear that she still hadn't noticed him.

Twinkle had another, smaller, towel in hand drying off the ends of her hair. Making her way to her dresser, she promptly put on her wedding chain again, before pinching sindoor from a small ornatepot and bringing her hand up to fill the part in her hair. Her eyes connected with her husbands in the mirror as she finished filling the parting in her hair, and she swung around, shocked at his presence at this odd time of day. Twinkle became aware of her state of undress, and with trembling hands she held onto her towel, mindful of how lose it had become.

The knowledge that she marked herself as his, right after her bath, sent primal thoughts through Kunj's mind. The fact that the first thing she did, fresh from a bath, was to put on the signs that showed the world she belonged to him sent heat rushing through his veins. The image she presented at the moment would forever be burned into his memory. If you asked him later on, he would be able to recount exactly how many water droplets escaped from her hair into her towel, and would be able to describe the exact pink hue of her skin from that moment.

Electric energy ran through the room as both occupants regarded one another, exchanging no words. Finally Kunj made the first move, stepping forward towards his alluring wife. Twinkle couldn't, and wouldn't, move from her position as her husband took another step closer.

They finally came face to face, a hairs breath between them. The tension continued to mount, and Twinkle's lips trembled, making Kunj's gaze zero in on them. He slowly dipped his leonine head, eyes half mast, and her breathing grew ragged at what would happen. She titled her face up, eyes slowly shutting, and her heart hammered in anticipation. His nose gently brushed hers, and she let out a hot breathe of air that washed over both their faces.

Ring, ring.

The chime of Kunj's cellphone broke the moment, and he pulled back. Twinkle regarded him with large pools of liquid ebony, and without breaking her gaze he answered her phone.

"What." He demanded, voice rough with desire and harsh with the irritation of having their moment broken.

"Kunj," his father answered surprised. "Is that any way to answer your phone? I just wanted to call and check if you got the file."

Kunj dropped his gaze to the file in hand, then looked back to Twinkle, who by now had a white-knuckled grip on her towel.

"Yes dad." He simply responded.

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry and come back before you get stuck in mid-day traffic, the sooner we get this meeting done the better," his father barked, before hanging up.

He powered off his phone and slipped it into his pocket. The energy in the room seemed to settle to normalcy once again, and Kunj cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry," he gruffly apologised. "I didn't expect you to come out, I thought I would be gone before then."

"Don't be," she replied breathlessly.

He nodded to her, and turned to leave. Kunj only took a few steps, before desire won over and he turned back towards her. Stepping up to her, he dipped his head down to her ear and murmured.

"You look ravishing."

The comment caused her to go scarlet, and she let out a soft eep', clutching her towel closer. Kunj laughed, desire still apparent, and made his way out of the room.

There would be no way he'd concentrate on the meeting after this incident. Or any meeting after for that matter.

Part Three Below

Walk In Closet

The Sarna household bustled with the activities of its morning routine. The family dining room was occupied by almost every member of its household, and as per usual a lavish breakfast was laid out.

Manohar sat at the head of the table, his ever present Guru to his right and his son on his left. Twinkle and Usha went around the table, serving the respective individuals, before settling into their own seats. Twinkle beside Kunj, and Usha beside Twinkle.

As part of the daily breakfast ritual, Manohar had provided his latest set of contracts and upcoming business deals to his Guru. He reverently regarded the man that was going through the papers, waiting with baited breath for his next piece of advice. The Guru flipped through the files, before coming up on the last one and making a displeased noise.

Manohar jumped at the sound.

"Guru-ji, what is wrong?" he questioned frantically. The Guru reverently shook his head, pulling forward the file with a brandish.

"This file is no good, I predict that it will cause undue losses for you in the company should you go through with it," he explained sagely.

Twinkle glanced over at her husband, who had frozen in his consumption of his breakfast, and was staring at the file in question with a stony expression. Realization set in, and she recognized it as his latest project he had ardently been working on.

Manohar sighed, staring at the file. "I had high hopes for this project," he mused. "It was Kunj's first individual project, however I cannot even stop the project because it is in its last stage. It looks like I will have to incur the loss. Guru-ji please, tell me of another route in which I can make up for this inevitable loss. Or is it possible for me to have someone else take up the project?"

Twinkle's heart went out to her husband, seeing his struggle in listening to what was predicted to be his inevitable failure. Without a second thought she reached underneath the table, and gently grasped his hand, which had a white knuckled grip on his pant knees.

Kunj shot her a surprised glance, but she simply smiled and squeezed his hand. He offered a brief, half-hearted smile, before getting up and making a half plausbile excuse to leave the table. Twinkle glanced down at his barely touched breakfast, and turned to her mother-in-law, who sported a fallen and upset expression. She also excused herself from the table, and made her way to the kitchen.

"It's not fair," she muttered to herself angrily. "Kunj is working so hard for this project, and now this stupid Guru...agh! And he didn't even have breakfast! How is he supposed to work on an empty stomach?!"

She paced the kitchen angrily, moving items around. Twinkle's eyes fell on the bin of flour, then the box of tea and an idea formed.

"No problem," she chirped, pulling out a pot and filling it with water. "If Kunj won't come to his breakfast, I'll take his breakfast to him! Kunj Sarna, be prepared to be wowed by Twinkle's amazing masala chai and delicious pakoras!"

The happy girl excitedly set about in her work, quickly chopping vegetables and keeping an eye on the heating oil, and bubbling tea. So consumed in her work, she didn't notice her mother-in-law's presence at the threshold of the kitchen, smiling gently towards her.

Manohar...there are many things I do not, and did not agree with you on. However, one thing I will say, is that you did the right thing in bringing Twinkle into Kunj's life.

xXx

Kunj paced the length of his bedroom, frustration and the ache behind his eyes growing. He kept flipping through the file, looking for any aspect which would be indicative of his project failing. Frustration won over, and he whipped the file towards the door, settling on the edge of the bed and rubbing at his temples.

Twimkle glanced down at the file that landed at her feet, before bending down and grabbing it, carefully balancing the tray in one hand. She walked into their bedroom, gently closing the door behind her. She continued in, tossing the file onto the bed, and regarded her husband's slumped form with sadness. Twinkle stood before him, and pouted when he didn't bother looking up. Grabbing a pakora she waved it in front of his face, and smiled when he glanced up, confused.

"Twinkle what are you-mph!"

She shoved the pakora into his open mouth and he glared at her as he chewed the morsel. During that time she held the tray in one hand, and pulled over his rolling desk chair, sitting in front of him with the tray in her lap.

He swallowed and regarded her again.

"Twinkle what the he-mph!"

She shoved another pakora into his mouth, and giggled at his wide eyed expression. Twinkle broke off a piece in half, blowing on it to cool down. When she saw him open his mouth again, she saw her opportunity. This time however, Kunj was prepared. Just as she was about to push the morsel in his mouth, he grabbed her hand and fed it to her. Her surprise pleased him, and he waited as she chewed and swallowed, pouting at him the whole time.

"Are you trying to kill me through food?" he taunted, venting some of his anger from the previous situation on her.

Her expression fell, and he mentally kicked himself.

"I was trying to make sure you didn't starve you diva," she shot back angrily "What was the need to take your frustration out on your food? How are you supposed to work on an empty stomach?"

Her concern made him feel warm, and he didn't respond choosing rather to stare at her as she continued on with her rant. The only other person who had cared for him in such a way was his mother, and it made him happy that Twinkle held concern for him.

"Accha sorry," he interrupted. "Please, no more lecture. I have a massive headache from this morning and can't think straight enough to argue with you."

She quieted seeing his expression, and silently regarded him. An idea came through her again, but she hesitated to voice it. Seeing him begin to get up however, caused it to blurt out from her.

"Doyouwantme togiveyou aheadmassage?" she shot off rapidly, before blushing red at the offer she put out.

"What?" he questioned, thrown off with the rapid fire question.

She repeated again, but with the same speed, going a darker shade of red.

"Twinkle," he prompted patiently "I don't understand when you speak this fast. Tell me again, but slowly."

"I said, do you want me to give you a head massage," she explained, his silence triggering a flood of babbling. "I mean that's what my mom used to do for me when I had headaches and she always said that it was better than taking medicine. And she's right because being reliant on medicine isn't the best idea and you have to take care not to-"

"Ok."

His simple answer silenced her, and she gaped at the abrupt end of her tirade. "Ok?" she echoed softly, going red as he nodded. So lost in her own embarrassment, she didn't notice the tinge of pink forming at the ends of his ears and across his cheeks.

They awkwardly regarded on another, and then Twinkle took the lead.

"Uh," she nervously began. "It'll probably be easier if you sit on the floor and I sit on the bed. I'll leave the tray on the chair and you can eat. The chai should be cool enough to drink."

He simply nodded, sliding off the bed and sitting cross legged on the floor. She stood up, placing the tray on the chair and pushing it up to him, lowering it to his level. Climbing on the bed, she nervously shifted into a cross legged position, scooting as close to him as possible. The back of his head gently brushed against her crossed legs and she held her breath.

"Uh, ok. I'll start, tell me if it's too hard...or something." She babbled. He nodded silently, busying himself with the mug of tea and she paused before beginning. Twinkle regarded her slightly trembling hands as she cleaned them off with her dupatta, and steeled her resolve.

Bliss.

His hair was soft and thick and she inwardly squealed as she combed her fingers through his hair. Inwardly she was jealous, Kunj shouldn't have such soft hair. Shaking herself out of her distracting thoughts, she set to work, pressing her fingers and gently raking her nails across his head, hoping to help release the tension built up there.

Kunj too was in bliss. Her fingers were magical. The firm, flitting touches seemed to pull out the tension that had been mounting and at that moment he felt like a king. He had a perfect cup of tea, snacks, and his woman tending to his need. The grumbling of her stomach caught his attention, and he titled his head back into her lap to regard her blushing and embarrassed face.

"Did you have breakfast?" he questioned, and was displeased to see her not meeting his gaze. He brought up his hand, and gently grasped her nose, turning her face forward to meet his eyes. She went cutely cross eyed and he repeated the question.

"No," she explained shyly "I went to make you tea and snacks."

He picked up a morsel and brought it up to her mouth. Twinkle was surprised when he moved his hand back when she went to grasp it.

"No way, I don't want pakora oil all in my hair," he grumbled, before bringing his hand back up to her face expectantly.

She gently grasped his hand, and took a nibble. His skin heated as her plush lips brushed over the tips of his fingers. Twinkle smiled, and nudged the rest of the bite back to him, and he polished it off. She went back to her head massage, and they continued in silence before he finally spoke up.

"It bothers me that he won't put any trust in my abilities," Kunj began, feeling the need to vent out. "The project isn't even done yet but since Guru-ji has said it is a failure he's already going in with a pre-set bias."

He let his concerns hang over them, and once again Twinkle stopped her massage to reach back and grab the file on the bed, dropping it into his lap.

"Then prove him wrong," she said simply. "Prove them both wrong and show them the extent of your capabilities. That is the best response to them, and it can only benefit you."

He titled his head back again to regard her, and Twinkle was once again jealous. This time over his impossibly long lashes. Kunj's half smile caused her heart to skip a beat and she tried to distract herself with her task at hand. He reached up to grasp her hand offering a squeeze.

"Thank you."

xXx

Part 3B below! Too large for one post! :p

love it 😊 can't wait for part 2 and 3. 😊

Walk In Closet Part 3B

The weeks following were filled with Kunj's unwavering dedication to his project and Twinkle's support. It finally wrapped up, and it was time to head over to the presentation gala, hosted at one of their own hotels.

When he was asked what she should wear, Kunj simply requested that Twinkle wear a saree. He passed it off as being an event that required such, but he secretly wanted to see his beautiful wife in the traditional attire. He went through an embarrassing shopping spree with his mother to find a perfect one for her after all!

"Twinkle hurry up!" Kunj called out towards the door of the walk in closet that had been shut for almost a half hour now. "If we don't leave soon we are going to be late!"

"Shut up!" she hollered, though it was muffled.

"What is taking so long?!" he barked back, angrily pulling together his bow tie and spritzing himself with his cologne.

Inside the room Twinkle took a deep breath as she struggled with her saree. She could count on one hand the amount of times she had worn a saree. And while she agreed that the overall outfit and allure of one was lovely, she despised how hard it was to get into one.

The saree that Kunj provided her was a lovely shade of red. It had black and cream lace work on the edges and it was delightful mix of modern and traditional. Over all it was a classy piece and she was both surprised and pleased at her husband's aptitude in picking it out. However, she was not pleased with the struggle to put herself into it.

The blouse was to be pulled together with three intricate dori's, which she couldn't reach. Since it was virtually backless, the blouse was half a size smaller than usual, with a built in bra so she wouldn't need one. However, that also meant she couldn't reach around to tie the three dori's together. It was the third time she had tried and failed to do so. And don't get her started on the actual long yard of fabric itself. The petticoat was probably the easiest part, but pleating the long fabric was something she had always had help with, but unfortunately her mother-in-law and everyone else had already left early to prepare for the event. The fabric was haphazardly tucked into the petticoat, pooling around on the floor at her feet.

She met her frustrated eyes in the large mirror that took up the majority of the wall in their walk in closet. The insistent knocking on the door did not help her frazzled nerves.

"Twinkle seriously hurry up!" he yelled through the door.

"Kunj, I swear to god shut up!" she screamed back.

"What is taking so long!" he barked.

"Your stupid saree!" she yelled back. He was quiet on the other end, and she felt bad.

"If it's so stupid then wear something else!" he finally responded, trying to mask his hurt.

She let out a frustrated groan. "That's not it! Do you know how hard it is to wear a saree?!"

"Clearly not! Every other female does it all the time! You're probably just missing some basic brain cells which assist in that kind of work!" he hollered.

"Then you come in and help me put it on!" she yelled back, before slapping a hand over her mouth and meeting her own widened eyes in the mirror.

On the other side of the door, Kunj's mouth dropped open, and his arm swung uselessly at his side from when he raised it to knock on the door again.

"W-what?" he stammered.

Twinkle surveyed the dishevelled mess she was, no thanks to him, and anger took over her sensibilities again.

"I said then you come in and help me wear it!" she repeated louder through gritted teeth. "That or take back the comment about my missing brain cells!"

Kunj gaped through the door, before his pride took charge. He barged through the door, ready to give her a piece of his mind then do the needful, but stopped at the vision presented to him.

The expanse of her back was bare, revealing all the soft creamy skin. He faintly registered the reasoning behind that being due to the fact her dori's were undone, but he was otherwise too preoccupied to think more on that. Her front was unobstructed, again due to the long length of fabric pooled at her feet, and the delicate collarbone and hint of cleavage sent thoughts racing through his head that he was sure were not appropriate to the moment at hand. Thoughts which included falling to his knees, and pressing soft kisses against her navel until she giggled with breathless desire.

She regarded him with hooded eyes, chest heaving from her exertion and yelling, cheeks pinked. If she wasn't so angry, Twinkle would be pleased with her husband's dazed expression, but the frustration over her situation wore out.

"Well?" she demanded angrily, hands on her hips.

He swallowed dryly, and moved forward, faintly realizing the door clicking behind him. Dazedly he regarded her, and she looked up at him through her lashes.

"W-what do I need to do," he questioned faintly. She turned around pulling her long hair over her soulder, presenting the expanse of her back.

"Tie the dori's together," she murmured, as the situation dawned on her. However, she wasn't willing to back down.

Kunj swallowed dryly and brought shaking hands up to grasp the most bottom one. Twinkle inhaled softly, feeling the backs of his fingers on her skin. The room seemed to get hotter, and she swallowed, meeting his eyes in the mirror in front of her.

She was so soft.

That was all Kunj could formulate in his otherwise muddled mind. She had an intoxicating smell, and coupled with the feel of her skin he was getting light headed. A memory, from weeks ago from when she was coming out of her bath flashed through his head and he had to pause to compose himself.

Time seemed to creep by as he finally secured to last knot, and both noticed the other visibly affected.

"Next." He questioned, demanded, in a hoarse voice.

"We have to pleat the fabric," she whispered, but it echoed in the silent room. The thought that he could possibly hear her hammering heart sent her into a tizzy. Twinkle slowly turned to face him and she gently untucked the fabric from her petticoat.

Kunj stared, entranced as she wound it around herself once, then robotically began to help her in pleating the long fabric. Each touch against her stomach caused butterflies to erupt, and Twinkle was thankful for the cool press of his rings that occasionally brushed up against her.

They finally finished, and Kunj turned her around to drape the rest of the fabric over her shoulder. He pulled her thick locks to cover her back once again, letting the silky strands fall through his fingers.They didn't know what to do, and so he turned to leave when her gentle grasp on his sleeve stopped him.

He regarded her with a hammering heart as she stepped closer, pushing herself up on her tiptoes and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you," she breathed.

They stayed in that position for two beats longer, her eye lashes gently brushing up against his cheek, before something snapped. Later on they would argue as to who made the first move, but at that moment they both rushed closer.

He pushed her against the mirror and she hissed feeling the cool glass against her heated skin. Lips sought each other out, and Twinkle's inexperience became evident as Kunj quickly overpowered her in their kiss.

She let out a mewl as he pressed against her harder, one hand in her hair and the other possessively grasping her hip. Hands grappled towards him, and she let out a frustrated noise at being unable to touch him. The layers of clothing, his jacket, vest, dress shirt, prevented her from his body so she made do with threading her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer.

"Kunj," she whimpered, unable to understand what to do about the heat that was pooling at the base of her stomach. It was like her body absorbed the heat that had been swirling in the room and she didn't know how to deal with it.

He let out a groan when her hands pulled him down by his shoulders, and her lips found the skin of his neck. Kunj muttered an oath as teeth came into play and he moved away from her, heaving from the moment. He dipped back in, hot lips making contact with her exposed collarbone and she mewled his name.

"Again," he demanded hoarsely against her skin.

Twinkle chanted his name like it was her life line, knees buckling with desire. He turned her around and she braced herself against the mirror, eyes connecting with his in their reflection. Kunj moved her hair to one side, pressing kisses to the exposed skin of her back. Twinkle gasped, feeling light headed at the rapid sensations overtaking her. The mirror began to fog up with the heat emitting from her body and she pushed back, turning and bringing their lips together once again.

When lack of air became an issue he moved away, pressing kisses over her face and neck. Distinctly, the sound of a ringtone broke through Twinkle's hazy thoughts, and she belatedly realized that her husband's phone was ringing.

"Kunj," she gasped, trying to move away. Her husband seemed to have other ideas, bringing her closer once again. "P-phone. Your phone is ringing."

"Don't care," he muttered hoarsely, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Let it ring."

The sound stopped and Twinkle slowly began losing herself again in the sensations her husband was evoking when the ringtone started again.

"It might be important," she murmured breathlessly against the soft skin of his throat.

Kunj muttered a foul oath and separated from her, willing deep breaths into his lungs. If he thought she had looked ravishing before she looked positively delectable now after his handiwork. He attempted to straighten himself out and answered his phone on the last ring.

"What?" he barked, turning away to not be tempted by the image his wife made as she desperately tried to fix herself up.

"Kunj, what did I tell you about answering your phone like that?" his father barked back. "Where are you? Everyone is almost here, and you two are nowhere to be seen."

"We are on the way," he lied, turning around to see his wife somewhat composed.

"Well hurry up!" his father demanded before hanging up.

Kunj turned back to regard his wife with molten eyes. "Shall we?" he murmured, offering his hand.

Twinkle took it, and smiled nervously.

It would be an interesting car ride.

The End

That's a wrap folks! Thank you so much for your kind words and welcoming me to your forum. I'll be meandering in and out more often now, so please keep an eye out for me. The Twinj ship has set sail, so expect a few more stories. Another story, Infantile Interference, will be up soon, so keep an eye out for that. Until then, thank you and good bye!

Welcome to the forum! :) Really enjoyed reading this, your writing is captivating. I loved how you explored the psyche of twinkle and Kunj too, what they were thinking about each other. Loved twinkle taking a moment to reflect on Kunj, and then thinking about the scent & making the connection it was yuvi, as not only the scent but his narration during chinky's kidnapping was exactly what happened to her. And the juicy ending with twinkle hastily apologizing to kunj after the puja, lol. Looking forward to the next part! :)

Beautiful story...love how u keep the balance between softness and their "tashan"...

so glad u love Twinj.. I'm so in love with them...I love your story writing style... And this story is so cool how they gel over time with a natural buildup of the tension between them... ur kunj is super attractive..Im waiting for part 3...

Welcome to forum 🤗


Amazing write up. absolutely loved it. pls cont soon.

looking forward to read more

Superb👏👏👏...I read this TS in one go..and loved it. U have penned down so beautifuly.⭐️⭐️