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That night, Sanyukta tucked Somya in bed and then went to her and Randhir's room before locking the door. Randhir was standing up, looking at his phone, and Sanyukta smiled before walking up to him and hugging him from behind.
Startled, Randhir turned off his phone and turned around, not expecting Sanyukta to be back in the room so soon.
"What are you hiding?" she asked him suspiciously.
"What? Nothing," he told her, and she grabbed his arms.
"You turned off your phone so suddenly. Who were you texting?" she asked.
"Nobody," Randhir replied and then placed his phone down on the bedside table before turning around and grabbing her waist. "Why? Would you be jealous?"
"As if," she huffed, and then glanced down at his lips. "I'm still mad at you by the way."
"That's okay," he told her, bringing his lips close to hers.
"Randhir," she whispered, but he had already brushed his lips over hers.
"Stop talking," he ordered against her lips and she felt herself melt - her legs would definitely give way if he wasn't holding her up right now.
He deepened the kiss, prying her lips open with his, and his tongue entered her mouth hungrily. She pressed her body against his, already feeling his hardness against her.
Then Raghav started to cry and both Randhir and Sanyukta broke the kiss, groaning.
"Raghav," Randhir grumbled.
"Raghav my sweet baby," Sanyukta said, rushing to her baby, "Why do you interrupt mommy and daddy?"
Then she picked him up and brought him to the bed.
"Randhir, please help me. I need to feed him," she told him naughtily.
Randhir smirked and took Raghav from her. She then removed her kurti top and unclasped her bra.
She took Raghav from Randhir and then held her six month baby to her chest.
"I'm actually sleepy," she said as Randhir sat on the bed next to her.
Sanyukta rested her head on his shoulder.
"You won't be sleeping tonight Sanyukta," he warned mischievously and kissed the top of her head.
Sanyukta just blushed and leaned further against him, waiting for Raghav to fall asleep.
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As soon as Raghav fell asleep, Sanyukta breathed a sigh of relief and took him off her before placing him in his crib. Sanyukta then walked back over to Randhir who was sitting on the bed, eyeing her half-naked body. She sat on his lap, facing him, and threw her arms around his neck.
"So Mr. Shekhawat," she said seductively, "You don't plan on letting me sleep tonight?"
His arms wrapped around her back and he pulled her closer to him. He captured her lips in a deep kiss and she kissed him back just as hungrily.
"Never," he murmured against her lips.
"Really?" she asked, already out of breath from the way he was devouring her lips.
He flipped her on the bed so she was lying flat, on her stomach. He used his fingers to move her hair to the side. As his fingers brushed over her neck, she shivered and let out a soft moan.
Randhir started to kiss the back of her neck and he took his time moving his lips down her back. When he reached her lower back, he slipped his hands into her leggings and was about to pull them down when his phone rang.
He groaned.
"One second," he said, and got off her before grabbing his phone and looking to see who called. "I'll be right back."
Sanyukta sat up on the bed and watched him disappear into the hallway. Her heart hurt for some reason - why was he taking the call outside the room? What didn't he want her to hear?
"What is he hiding from me now?" she asked out loud painfully.
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When Randhir entered the room again, he saw that Sanyukta had already worn her night gown and was laying in bed with her eyes closed. He turned off the lights and got in bed next to her.
He gently caressed her hair before placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I love you," he whispered.
Her eyes opened and she grabbed his shirt, pulling him down on top of her.
"I hate you," she hissed.
"Oh yeah?" he asked her and placed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately.
"Take off your clothes," she ordered against his lips.
"Someone's eager," he teased and then pushed himself off her, before removing his shirt and throwing it to the side. "But you have to take yours off too."
"Yeah right," she said, and before he had a chance to remove his pants, she had already attacked him and pushed him back down on the bed. "First you tell me who you were talking to."
"It's a girl," he teased mischievously.
She smacked his chest.
"Why did you take the call outside the room?" she questioned.
"Are you really that jealous?" he asked her, sounding surprised.
"You better not have anything going on with someone else," she threatened, "Or else you're going to die."
"You'll kill me?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows.
"I'll give you such a painful time that you'll beg me to spare you," she threatened.
"I want a teaser," he said with a naughty smirk.
"Shameless," she snarled, smacking his chest again, then she attacked his neck with her lips.
"When I have such a wild wife, why do I need to have anyone else?" he asked her as her lips moved down to his chest.
"Oh, so that's the problem," she said and then nodded. "Fine. I'm going to sleep."
"What?" he asked her, his mouth falling open with shock. "You can't leave it at that."
"I am, what will you do?" she argued, laying down on the pillow next to him.
He pushed himself off the bed and trapped her body between his arms.
"You'll see what I'll do," he warned, and then closed the distance between their lips again. "You will beg for me Sanyukta."
"Yeah right," she whispered, already breathless.
"Watch," he challenged, and then pressed his lips further against hers, deepening the kiss, ready to win this challenge.
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As his lips seductively played with hers, she couldn't help it - she moaned into his mouth, already giving in. It was crazy how he could easily diminish any negative thoughts or feelings that she harboured towards him.
"Okay," she gasped into his mouth as he sucked on her tongue.
He let go of her and looked at her inquisitively.
"Yes?" he asked her.
"You win," she whispered. "I'll be mad at you tomorrow. For now, just love me... I want you right now."
Randhir just smirked and pressed his lips against hers again, his hands pulling her nightgown up her body, not sparing even a single moment to make love to her.
The next morning, after Randhir dropped Somya to school, he came back home and entered his bedroom, only to see that Sanyukta was sitting on the bed, busy reading a magazine.
She looked up, surprised, as he entered and put the magazine down. Randhir walked up to her before reaching under her body and pulling her up in his arms.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, but he was already walking out of the room with her. "The servants will see!"
"I gave all of them the day off," he said with a naughty smirk and then carried her all the way to the kitchen.
He sat her down on top of the counter and spread her legs before positioning himself in between them. She was wearing black leggings and a red kurti top.
"I am hungry," he said with a pout. "Will you satisfy my hunger?"
Sanyukta couldn't help it - she blushed. He had brought her all the way down to the kitchen to make wild love to her?
Her fingers played with the buttons of his shirt and she pretended to think about it.
"I don't know if I feel like feeding you today Mr. Shekhawat," she teased.
He pressed his hands down on the counter on either side of her before bringing his lips dangerously close to hers.
"I'll starve then... and you know what happens when I'm super hungry?" he asked, bringing his lips to her ear now, causing her to shiver.
"What?" she whispered weakly.
"I ravish my meal," he said and then bit down on her earlobe, causing her to gasp.
"What would you like to eat today?" she then whispered.
His hands gripped her waist and he pressed his body against hers.
"Whatever's on the menu," he replied seductively, his breath still tickling her ear.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding inside her chest, her whole body already aching with desire.
He removed his lips from her ear and glanced down at her lips. She licked them seductively, and that was enough for him. He smacked his lips against hers hungrily and she gripped his shirt tightly, ready for him to take her on the kitchen counter itself.
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As their lips passionately worked in unison, Randhir's hands had already slipped under her kurti top, his fingers brushing over the bare skin of her stomach. She shivered as his hands moved further and further up.
One of her hands gripped his hair tightly, the other hand resting on his waist. She moved her hands to his belt and unbuckled it, as he continued to kiss her hungrily.
She finished unbuckling his belt and he moved his hands back down to the top of her leggings and lifted her slightly off the table, before he pulled them down along with her panties.
He fell to his knees, as he removed the pieces of clothing from her body. As soon as he stood back up she grabbed his unbuckled belt and pulled him closer to him, unbuttoning his pants as well. He helped her take them off along with his boxers and let them fall to the ground. Randhir lifted her kurti top to her waist and wrapped his arms around her body, as he entered her quickly.
She moaned and buried her face in his neck as he began to thrust.
"I just want to make love to you all day and all night," he whispered huskily into her ear, causing her to grip the back of his shirt tightly.
She pressed her lips deeper into his neck as he began to sweat, thrusting back and forth.
"Why do you have to be so sexy?" he then murmured seductively. "I can't for a moment stay away from you."
She blushed. For her, her husband was very sexy himself and she had a hard time staying away from him.
Once he finished, she looked up into his eyes and he pressed his forehead against hers.
"I love you," she whispered.
He closed the gap between their lips before replying, "I love you too."
Then he kissed her deeply.
Randhir's phone began to ring and he broke the kiss. Picking up his phone from beside her, he looked at it and sighed.
"I'll be back," he said, pulling his boxers and pants up with one hand.
She looked at him suspiciously and was about to tell him not to take the call, but he had already run out of the kitchen.
What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he taking the calls in front of her?
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Sanyukta got off the counter and put her clothes back on before walking out of the kitchen, trying to find out who Randhir was speaking to. She needed to know.
"No obviously we can't tell her," Randhir was saying into the phone. "How do you think she would react?"
As he heard footsteps approach he said, "I'll talk to you later."
He turned around to face her and smiled.
"Who were you talking to?" she asked him.
Randhir walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, and placed his lips on her ear, sucking it lightly. Her heart started to beat faster and she clutched his shirt tightly.
"Stop distracting me," she whispered.
"You've been distracting me," he whispered huskily and then before she could say anything more, he picked her up in his arms and took her upstairs to their bedroom.
Then he laid her down on the bed and got on top of her immediately, beginning to unbutton his shirt.
"Still so much stamina?" she gasped.
"I told you, you're distracting me," he told her and she blushed.
She was already throbbing with desire to have him again, and he could never get enough of her.
"But tell me who were you talking to?" she asked him with a pout.
He leaned towards her and kissed her pout softly.
"I told you already, a girl," he teased and then sat up again, before removing his shirt from his body.
Sanyukta sat up too and he moved to the side, throwing the shirt beside him.
"Tell me the truth," she snapped.
He pushed her down on the bed and kissed her softly.
"The truth is that I love you," he whispered against her lips. "There is no bigger truth than that."
Sanyukta melted on the bed under him, and wrapped her arms around him before kissing him back just as passionately.
How could she ever doubt his love for her?
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The next few days passed quickly, and Randhir spent more and more of his time at office, much to Sanyukta's ado. She missed him around the house, and he would come home later every night. Most of the time he would drop Somya home and then go to work. Sanyukta was beginning to get suspicious.
When she would ask him about it, he would distract her or brush off her question as if it were silly.
One day, she got frustrated when Randhir came home at three in the morning.
"Is this a time to come home?" she snapped with irritation as he walked through the front door.
She had been waiting for him by the door.
"Sanyukta," Randhir said with a glint in his eyes, before walking up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "I love you."
"Stop it! Tell me what you've been up to! Why are you at work so late?" she snapped, as he nuzzled his face in her neck.
He began to kiss her neck and she breathed more quickly.
"Stop it Randhir... tell me please," she whispered breathlessly.
"Sanyukta," he groaned, his words muffling her neck. "Oh I can't get enough of you."
"Are you cheating on me?" she finally said and he removed his face from her neck and looked into her eyes with anger.
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"I'm cheating on you?" he repeated harshly, looking into her eyes with anger, shocked that she would doubt him like that. "Seriously?"
Her eyes filled up with tears. He was right, she shouldn't doubt him, but what else was she supposed to think? He was coming home late at night and on top of that, he was taking calls secretly from her.
As he saw the tears fall from her eyes, his heart started to ache. He used his fingers to lightly brush away her tears before kissing her forehead softly.
"How many times do I have to tell you I love you Sanyukta?" he asked her.
"But love isn't enough," she argued, "What if I'm boring you?"
"Boring me?" he asked, surprised.
Then he bent down and picked her up in his arms and pressed his lips against hers lovingly. How could she even for a second think that she was boring him?
"Stop," she said, grabbing his shirt. "I want to settle this."
"There's nothing to settle," he said and opened her mouth with his tongue, as he walked up the stairs with her in his arms.
She relaxed in his arms and stopped struggling. It wasn't like he was giving her a choice anyways.
When they finally got to their bedroom, he placed her on the bed and started to remove his shirt.
"I've had such a long day Sanyukta," he told her. "I need you to relieve some stress for me."
She looked at him suspiciously.
"Why did you have a long day?" she asked him.
"Lots of work today," he replied, shaking his shirt off his body before unbuckling his belt. "But now that you're here, you can help me out."
She glared at him. Why was he not taking her seriously? Was she just an object for him to use for pleasure whenever he wanted?
"I'm your wife!" she replied, irritated as he took off his pants.
"I know," he responded, "That's why -"
"Oh! I get it now!" she interrupted, "I'm your wife so all you want to do is sleep with me, and when you get bored of me you spend long hours with who knows who at work?"
Her accusatory tone really made Randhir mad now. He grabbed her arms and pulled her close to him, with anger in his eyes that was waiting to be unleashed. She dug her nails into his arms, not ready to back down, because she was angry too.
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