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In a husband there is only a man; in a married woman - there is a man, a father, and mother, and a woman. - Honore de Balzac
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The enchanting night was over, with all its beauty and charm. The first touch, first kiss, first shyness, and first submission ' it all was special, very very special, and indefinable and something to be preserved cherished and celebrated for whole their lives. Although the hesitance of not knowing each other was embedded in each every moment, but the anticipation of knowing each other was always over powering.
Nupur woke up early, but the posture she woke up was endearing and inviting, she wouldn't have moved her head from his chest at any cost, so she closed her eyes and sleep engulfed her yet again, so in records, it was Mayank who woke up early, and he also loved the posture he woke up in, a beautiful angel in his arms, her soft breaths caressing his chest and nails lightly dipping in his arm.
"good morning beautiful", he arranged her hair and kissed her forehead while she moved in sleep, "hmm .. morning", she murmured half asleep, snuggling close to him.
"beautiful, I have office", he whispered slowly and Nupur flinched and opened her eyes instantly, "was there a more unromantic way to wake me up?", getting pissed off she moved away, tying the ribbons of her gown and Mayank, who was shocked, took a deep breath, "what Nupur? I was getting late", he frowned, completely clueless over what to do and Nupur was now tying her hair, "and I just said there could have been a more soft way to wake me up .. I mean ..", and her rambling was silenced by an instant pull and kiss, "stop complaining", he winked and traced her lips and lowering her eyes removed his hand, "ap breakfast kya karte ho?", she tried to get up but Mayank lied down, shifting half his weight over her, "pehle tu jo karta tha wo karta tha, aj se menu thora change karne ka soch raha hn", he bent down and captured her lips in a soft kiss which earned him a moan.
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Nupur didn't want him to go to office, she wanted him to stay back, but couldn't say it. One thing she realized that office and work were very important for him, and she will try not to intervene in them.
After he left, she slept again, her jet lag was still there, and it had to be, afterall it was just a day since her arrival. She arranged her luggage in the cupboards and cooked pasta for lunch and dinner. She thought this is a safe dish to cook, as traditional cuisines were tricky and confusing in taste.
Mayank called her from office, which yet again was unexpected for her,
"ap?", she squeaked.
"jee main", he giggled.
"kamal hai, office ja k phone kar liya", she threw a tantrum which was very well received, "jee, ab office ja k miss kiya tu phone kar liya, khana khaya?"
"jee khaya", she blushed at his romantic voice, "pasta banaya hai, ap k liye bhi bacha k rakha hai, in case you don't tend to repeat your breakfast menu for dinner", she bit her lip and laughing out loud Mayank said, "don't worry, breakfast ka menu tu subha sham repeat hoga, us k sath additional chezain main kabi mind nai karn ga"
"yeah yeah, wo main soch rahi thi ghar phone kar ln, umm .. phone card hoga ghar pe?'
"sweetheart landline se dial karo, It's London! Her connection international connection hai"
"oh", she got a bit embarrassed, "chalen thek hai main kar ln gi", suddenly her voice dimmed, but that went unnoticed by Mayank, "okay chalo u talk, main kaam khatam kar ln, then I'll try to come early",
Nupur took a deep breath and placed the phone back on cradle, it was a stupid question to ask about phone cards. She had grown up in a small city, and now her mentality was reflecting, she didn't even expect that there would be international connections, but she would learn she thought. It wasn't her fault that she grew up in a small city, she will learn. Shrugging she dialed a call to home, and after all that love filled talking and teasing, she was chirpy and fine, waiting for him.
Yet again, Nupur decided to get ready for him, this time confused between a hot night suit or a simple one. No doubt she was shy wearing those night suits her sisters had packed, but she also knew she will wear and carry them, in fact she wanted, but then she was confused it may not bore Mayank. He will be on his way home after a tiring day, she couldn't expect him to be in the same mood after last night, and besides, she had always fascinated those soft moments of a wife taking care of a tired husband.
Anticipating, she changed in simple brown PJs, she tied her hair in a lose prey. She wanted to remain warm and soft to him, casually dressed and inviting at the same time. She made the home prim and proper, checked and rechecked pasta a lot of times.She wanted himto feel refreshed after entering home.
Different thoughts were crossing her mind about his mood, she was flinching that she should have asked what does he drinks after back home. Asking him now would be silly. She was confused and frowning. Urghh!
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Mayank was tired, still he looked forward to go home. Nupur was such a darling! Always pouting and complaining! Gosh he really liked her!
Cricket
Kundali Bhagya
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