Jeevika felt the sunlight shining in her eyes, reluctantly waking her up. Rubbing her eyes, she turned to her side, and her husband was still asleep. She leant on her right elbow and looking lovingly at him. Last night was amazing to say the least, sure, it was a bit filmy, but romance isn't romance until Bollywood is brought into it. He looked so peaceful, so innocent, almost like an angel. Even though she loved her sister, she had always wanted to get married, and Viren-ji ticked all the elements and characteristics she ever wanted in a life partner; sweet, caring, loving, family orientated, kind and most importantly, he genuinely cared for Maanvi. A lot of guys these days were only concerned about their life partner's personality, but she had always felt that marriage wasn't just between two people, it was between two families, and if the two families could never get along, then there was no way that the marriage would. But Viren-ji truly cared for her family. She had verified this in her last visit, when he had printed and framed a photo of her family and kept it on his shelf. Then, she had decided, that he was the right husband for her.
The clouds were blocking a bit of the sun, causing the sunlight to alternate the direction of the rays and hit Viren-ji's face, and he was looking disturbed at the sudden strong sunrays. Jeevika quickly got the pallu of her sari and held it behind his face, blocking the sunrays and making sure he didn't get disturbed. The sudden relaxation of his face brought a nice, warm feeling inside Jeevika.
She realized that even though she was using the pallu of her sari...the sari wasn't exactly on her. The material was casually wrapped round her body to keep her warm from the rain last night. Lowering her head, she felt her cheeks going red, remembering last night. The car breaking down, ending up in this little hut, the moments between Viren and her which eventually led up to their suhaag raat.
"Good morning Mrs. Vadhera," his voice sounded even huskier in the morning. She looked up and her husband was awake, a small smile on his face. "You can put your pallu down..." he whispered, ushering her with his eyes towards her pallu. She lowered her hand but felt it being pulled; Viren-ji had grabbed her hand and pulled her at his chest. "So...what were you thinking about that got you blushing?" he whispered sweetly, pulling her even more closely so their faces were just few inches apart. She felt his breathe caressing her face, staring back at him; she realized that her hand was feeling his chest, literally. He was shirtless. His nakedness, their nearness, the environment, everything about this morning was affecting her thinking process. Her cheeks were turning into a deep crimson red and lowered her head, shaking it in response. "We should get going," was all she said. And with that she got herself back up on her feet, and realized that her sari was just draped round her.
Viren looked down and realized that both of them were covered with Jeevika's electric blue sari for the night since there was no blanket to keep them warm. Glancing back at Jeevika, who had started to gather her sari, waiting for her to realize that he was completely naked underneath it. Chuckling to himself, he looked to his right, recalling where his boxers were and quickly grabbed them, swaying them in Jeevika's view. As predicted, Jeevika stopped and looking at him shockingly.
"Woh...mein, sorry." She apologized quickly and turned round, waiting for Viren to put his boxers on. Smiling, Viren got up and put his boxers on. He looked at his wife, whose sari was still casually draped on her. She looked absolutely stunning, so delicate, and he couldn't believe that she was his, emotionally, and now, physically.
Still in his boxers, he walked up closely behind her, and whispered into her ear, "let me help you." Before Jeevika responded, Viren had picked up the end of her pallu which was still on the ground and started to gather the loose material in his hands. He noticed Jeevika blushing even more deeply and looking down, her hair covering half her face. He walked up to her seductively, and started to put the sari on her.
"You...you know how to put a sari on?" Jeevika asked, in a surprised tone. She knew her husband was amazing, but being able to put a sari on was a complex thing, and sometimes it confused most women.
"Haan ji...your husband is a man of many talents." He started to wrap the sari round her, making sure that he is taking every opportunity to touch her skin, caressing it ever so slightly, enough to make her blush even more. Jeevika hadn't even realized when he was almost done when he tucked the sari into her skirt, causing Jeevika to gasp and tuck in own her stomach.
Viren hadn't looked up when he had tucked the sari in, but he could see from the corner of his eyes the shocked expression on his wife's face, but he chose to ignore it.
Finally, he was almost done, just the pallu left that had to be thrown over her shoulder. Viren held the pallu in his hand and carefully put it over Jeevika's shoulder, letting his fingers trail down her back, reaching her waist and trailing them back over to her stomach. Viren's touch was scorching Jeevika's skin. She just stood there breathing heavily. Even after last night, his playful fingers still had an effect on her.
"Chale?" Jeevika whispered, still breathing heavily from the nearness. She turned round to walk back out when she felt herself being held back. "But urm...I'm not changed yet. I can't go home like this, what will everyone say?" He said teasingly.
"Woh...aapki shirt is over there," she pointed to where they were laying down, "I was using it as a pillow last night, sorry." She said softly, her sweet voice melting him completely.
"Mrs. Vadhera...aap kyun sorry keh rahi ho? Whatever's mine, is yours. You can use anything of mine to sleep on." He whispered in a low husky tone, hoping she'd understand the hint. And sure enough, Jeevika turned round, her eyes wide open. But continued with what she was saying before, "aur, your jeans, I think you put...them over there." She stuttered, ignoring his choice of words from before. She knew exactly what he had meant, and when she saw the cheeky grin on his face, she knew exactly what he was on about. He's getting besharam by the day. She thought, smiling to herself.
"Aren't you going to return the favour?" He asked curiously. Jeevika looked at him, eyebrows raised in question and wondering what he was planning now.
"Koun sa favour?"
"Well...I helped you with your sari. It only seems fair that you help me put my clothes on..." he said matter-of-factly. He glanced over at Jeevika, and yet again, saw the same shocked expression on her face. He walked over to her seductively, and held her hands. "Toh...will you help me?"
Jeevika released her hands from his and walked to the door of the hut, opening it and was about to walk out, she turned round and said "appki besharami aur badmaashi ek din ke liye kaafi hai. Jaldi se change ho jaye." Jeevika whispered in a husky tone, looking straight at Viren. Smiling a little, she walked out waiting for her husband to change so they could make their way back home.
Viren sighed at his wife, grinning as if he was a teenager who'd just had his first kiss; yeh badmaashi aur besharami aap ke liye hai Mrs. Vadhera.
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It is 2.38am exactly in the UK, I was about to sleep when this popped into my head and grabbed my laptop. Then I thought shall I post...not post? But hey! Pagal hoon, so might as well 😆
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