SAY CHEESE!
Twinkle's eyes drifted to her husband's sleeping form. He looked so innocent in his sleep, with his mouth slightly open, and - was that drool? She grinned. There was no way she could let this opportunity pass. Slipping out of bed quietly, she rooted in his cupboard for the camera.
"Ah-huh!" She crowed triumphantly when she found it, before pausing in fright, checking to make sure that Kunj was still asleep. He harrumphed in his sleep, before turning to lie flat on his back. She giggled. This was even better.
She stood at the foot of the bed, pulling the blanket down a bit to show Kunj's hands, where they'd caused his shirt to ride up. (And partially because she just liked the view.) She smirked slightly as she got him in frame. And, holding her breath, she clicked.
"Argh!" Kunj jumped, blinking furiously as he tried to get rid of the lights still reflecting in his eyes. But the fact that he was tangled in his sheets meant that he fell right out onto the hard ground. Twinkle, who had until this moment managed to stifle her laughter, burst out in helpless giggles as she watched her husband swear up a storm, attempting to free himself. Kunj looked up in some embarrassment, but that soon changed to shock, and then annoyance when he spotted the camera in her hand.
"Twinkle, tu -" he began to complain, but Twinkle took no heed.
"Kunj, you've got something here," Twinkle managed to get out between bouts of laughter, indicating his chin. Kunj wiped at the area, and flushed darkly when he realised what she had been doing. He managed to spring up, and lunge at his wife, who easily ducked away from his reach.
He was at an advantage though, as Twinkle was helpless with laughter. She tried to shy away from him, and managed to evade him for a while, both of them running around the room, knocking over the chairs, and causing clothes to fall. They'd even climbed over the bed, before Kunj managed to corner her against the door. Twinkle held the camera behind her back, biting her lip to keep from laughing even more. Kunj tried to reach around her to grab the camera, which only had Twinkle giggling. Kunj raised his eyebrows at her, and smirked naughtily, to her horror.
"Kunj, don't you even da - aaahhh!" Twinkle's warning broke off into a squeal as Kunj began to tickle her side. She wriggled, trying to get away, instead colliding with him. He grabbed hold of her waist to keep her from falling. She was breathing heavily, cheeks pink, and he could not look away. She looked up at him, and blushed as she took in their proximity. But Kunj did not let go. He leaned in, and her eyes widened. She looked away hastily, not noticing his little smirk.
His breath was warm on her neck, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her breath coming up in short gasps. Kunj did not know he held so much power over her, filing it away for future knowledge. He leaned closer and closer, until they were barely a hair's breadth apart.
"I win," he whispered in her ear, and then he snatched the camera from her now-slack hand.
Twinkle's head whipped around to look at him, her hair brushing past his face. "This isn't over Kunj Sarna", she somehow managed to gasp, still lost due to that unexpected attack. He inhaled deeply, before grinning goofily at his wife's enraged look. He pecked her on the cheek, enjoying the play of emotions on her face.
NEXT DAY
Twinkle fiddled with the packet in her hands, wondering where to hide it. If Kunj saw it, she shuddered to even think of his reaction.
"Twinkle!" her husband called, startling her out of her reverie. "Hand me a towel, could you?"
"Ek minute!" she called back, hurriedly keeping the packet in one of the drawers by the bed. She picked up her towel, and grumbling at Kunj's forgetfulness, went to give it to him.
Five minutes later, Kunj had come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, and his shirt unbuttoned. His hair was damp, and he was attempting to fix one of the buttons on his cuff. Not wanting to bother his wife, he decided to try and sew it back himself. He began to search the room for the needle and thread he knew Twinkle had kept in the room due to his habit of breaking buttons. (She did not need to know that he did it on purpose, loving the concentration on her face as she would sew the button back on.) He paused when he came across a packet. Curiosity won good manners, and he ripped the packet open. Horror dawned as he realised just how devious his wife was.
It was a very angry husband Twinkle faced when she re-entered the room to call Kunj for breakfast. The fact that he was still half-dressed did not take away from the full effect of his fury. In his hand, he held the contents of her packet.
"Uh-oh," Twinkle whispered.
"What is this?" Kunj demanded, waving the photos.
"Photos?" Twinkle chuckled, she could not help it. He looked rather cute like that.
Kunj frowned. "I know that Twinkle, but why do you have a collection of embarrassing photos of me?"
Twinkle shrugged. "For fun."
Kunj blinked. That he had not expected. He made a face. "You are not showing this to anyone."
"Yes, I am."
Kunj smirked, "And how are you going to keep me from getting rid of them?"
The low, throaty chuckle that emanated from his wife had him swallowing nervously. He was not entirely sure Twinkle knew exactly how that affected him, that laugh should be made illegal. He slowly backed away as she stalked towards him. The small smile on her face, and the gleam in her eyes took away any doubt he had about her not knowing her effect on him. Oh, she knew. She knew very well, and she was taking full advantage of it. Kunj hit the edge of the bed, and losing his balance, he fell backwards. Twinkle leaned down towards him, and, wide-eyed, Kunj could do nothing to stop her. (Not that he wanted to, not the way his thoughts were going.)
She slowly arched upwards, and, much to his surprise, blew in his ear, before whispering, "Now we're even." Breaking into giggles, she grabbed the photos out of his hand and ran out of the room. Kunj was left lying there in some shock, trying to gather himself.
By the time he reached the dining room, Twinkle had already distributed the photos among the family members, all of whom were chuckling. Only Twinkle had spotted him, and she blew him a jaunty kiss. He chuckled slightly at her boldness, shaking his head. His wife was one-of-a-kind that was for sure. He leaned against the door, watching as she explained how she had managed to get each photo, and as she laughed along with everyone. He winked cheekily at her when she looked up again, confused as to why he had not joined the group. She turned back to Nikki bhabhi, cheeks stained pink, with embarrassment on her face, she looked at him, and winked back. The matching smiles they wore did not leave them even as Kunj complained loudly to Bebe about his wife's bullying, and Twinkle attempted to hide behind her bhabhi.
CID
