It's late night and Siddhant is just back from a soothing shower. It has been a very long day at work for him and he's hell tired. All he wants is a bed under him, so that he can lie down and unleash the gallons of sleep that's pending since last few days due to the pressure of work.
"Ro..' he almost calls Roli after keeping the towel on the chair near the dressing table but stops dead in his tracks as he finds her asleep. The issue isn't that she's asleep; she too had a very long day and he knows that very well. But the problem is that she's carelessly asleep; make that very careless. She's lying all lackadaisical and hasn't even realized that the wind through the window has managed to slither the saree off from her midriff making it bare to his eyes.
Siddhant's heart races like a Ferrari at the sight! Though they are in love, it's the first time he's seeing her so, in an awkward situation. It might feel stupid for others but it was true. They never got intimate in these six months of marriage except for few comfy hugs and forehead kisses; not even once. To begin with, it's just a couple of months since they've started to feel for each other and finally confessed it to each other. Even after that, he didn't make that move to get closer to her in a physical way and that was purposeful. It would make sense as one would note her age- barely 18. Yes, marriage was a compromise for their family but that didn't make him forget that his wife was still so young for a proper married life. So despite having a sea of feelings inside for her, he still managed to stay neutral.
But now, the situation is different. He can find himself being submissive to the extreme and untamed desires as he spots her. He tries his best to withdraw his eyes from her milky midriff and clearly visible traces of her soft, supple chest over her blouse, but is almost unsuccessful. No Siddhant! You can't do this; this is wrong, his brain reminds him but his heart doesn't seem to listen to him. She's your wife, she loves and you love her back and there's nothing wrong, it says. But it's wrong to ogle at a woman when she's not even conscious, his brain reminds. Torn between his heart and brain, he quickly turns against her, hiding his face in his palms for some peace. He stays in the same position for a while trying to weigh the rights and wrongs of the situation.
After some good two minutes, he turns towards her, having made a strong decision. The confusion and panic no longer to be seen in his dark orbs. He walks towards her with a soft look and sits near her. He moves his hand to her saree and not even acting like it's a big deal, covers her midriff with it properly. He smiles as he watches her moving a little in sleep and kisses on her forehead, lovingly, not even a trace of lust in his act.
Yes, the situation was like that, that he was confused for a moment. But musing on it deeply, he could understand that it was nothing. In fact she was sleeping next to him since the very first day of marriage, with just a few pillows in between them as a barrier. He would have easily broken the barrier if he had actually wished for it. But no! He couldn't do it; before four months it was because she was nothing but a friend to him and he respected her. And now, in the last two months it was because, despite being his love, his wife, he knew that she still deserved respect and time. He couldn't let lust take charge of him because she was his wife and not another piece of meat. Her duty wasn't to fulfill his sexual fantasies and he knew it more than anyone. She needed time for any sort of that intimacy and he was ready to happily wait until she's mentally and physically ready for it. And then when he was sure of all these, what can some revealing of her skin to him do? Nothing!He still sticks to his decision of waiting and he'll do that until it's time.
So he simply smiles, covers her with the blanket and goes to his side to lie down, well not forgetting to keep the pillows in between.. He feels much more happiness, much more bliss than what any physical intimacy could ever give. He knew she was his and he doesn't need to exercise his rights on her body to claim her as his as long as her heart is his. He simply stares at her in love and finds her smiling in sleep. His heart melts and he quietly murmurs "I love you yaar! I love you so much!'
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