Vikram woke up to find his wife towel drying her hair. How she managed to look so pretty when she was drying her hair,he didn't know.
He was puzzled at the direction of his thoughts when he just woke up. He averted his gaze though, clenching his jaw,when he recollected the previous day's events.
"What?", Keerthi barked, thinking he was looking at her,but in reality Vikram was looking behind her,after he everted his gaze.
"What?",Vikram raised an eyebrow.
Keerthi gave him a blank look.
"Look,I just woke up. Take your new drama elsewhere."
Keerthi gaped at Vikram,his bluntness quickly raising her temper.
Keerthi was in her room,freshening up,as she hummed to herself. She wore a red top and a black track pant, moisturizing her skin as she rubbed circles on her feet as she sat on the edge of the bath tub, delaying getting out of the room as she recollected her mother in law's words. "Vikram was looking for you. Talk to him,yeah?" The words were simple,not reallythatfear worthy that she had to hide in the washroom. But she was in no mood to talk to her husband. Every conversation with him lead to an argument. And she had a brilliant day,she wanted it to remain the same. She glanced at her phone by the sink,nine twenty.
Keerthi stirred the chicken,her concentration not wavering,as she added the needed spices into it, waiting for it to turn soft. "I can make it if you want Ma'am",Lahari, the Rathores' cook,a middle aged lady offered. "No,no. It's alright", Keerthi smiled,she didn't want anyone else's contribution. She wanted to make everything. Her everything meant Tandoori Chicken ,Apollo fish in starters, Chicken Biryani and Lemon Chicken in main course and a Chocolate Sundae in dessert. "Okay",Lahari smiled,"But please call me me if you need something", as she got on with her other works. Keerthi placed the rice in layers,the rich scent of spices filing the kitchen.
Vikram ascended the stairs in haste,not wanting to be late to his meeting. "Why are you in such a hurry?",Sakshi asked bewildered, seeing her son. "I am busy Mom",Vikram waved his mother away,"I have some work. Will talk later",he said as he continued walking. He contemplated going to the study,but on a later thought, turned towards his room, which was much closer. He sighed, opening his laptop, as he quickly logged into Skype.Vikram acknowledged his employees' greetings as he got on with the meeting. "But what would have caused it?", Vikram questioned Raghav,his head manager. "Not sure Sir. But the clients are complaining tha
Keerthi felt a hand under her chin,coaxing her to look up ,as she met with warm brown eyes,in their darkest shade. Her eyes went to Vikram's lips,wetting her own involuntarily,when she felt Vikram's hold tighten. She blushed,looking down,her face felt on fire. Vikram pulled her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "Keerthi", Vikram started gruffly,his voice laced with desire, their lips merely brushing, teasing one another,"We should go to sleep now if you don't want it to continue any further." Keerthi's face flamed at her husband's insinuation. But dammit,she wanted to be kissed. For the first time ever.
Keerthi blinked her eyes open when she felt too warm. She opened her eyes to find herself in her husband's embrace. They were cuddling,his one arm below Keerthi's neck, cushioning it and the other on her waist, with Keerthi's hand on Vikram's chest,their legs tangled under the sheet. Keerthi blushed. It was the first time she had been intimate with her husband. Though it felt new and a tad bit uncomfortable,she felt brilliant,on the whole,a warm feeling enveloping her after he respected her choice of not going further. She sighed,though her husband's embrace felt good,she felt hot. She raised her hand from under the blanket cocooning them, relishing when cold wind blew against her hand. Unknowingly,she felt her hand moving to her husband's hair, brushing it away from his forehead. W
Keerthi cursed herself in her head. Multiple times. She was so scared. What if Vikram was mad at her for not letting him kiss her? She was terrified now. She was just having fun, pulling her husband's leg. She didn't mind being kissed by her husband. But she wanted to tease him since he too had been teasing her. But. What if he was mad at her now? The thought terrified Keerthi, unwanted tears making appearance. She had even asked Mala,their maid to leave,so she could herself clean the kitchen,to buy time. The past few days
Vikram didn't go to bed the whole night. Keerthi saw her husband sleeping on the couch when she woke up to an empty bed. She frowned at his behaviour. They had argued multiple times,but Vikram never resorted to such measures, Keerthi thought sadly. She ran a hand through his hair, letting him sleep,as she made way to the washroom. Vikram woke up to the bath running,wincing when he tried to move his neck. He got up,massaging his neck,as he sat on the couch, flinging his legs over the table in front of the couch. He stood up when he heard the washroom door open. He saw his wife exiting when he was near. They look at each other,each having so much to say but choosing not to.
"Keerthi",Vikram cooed gently, sitting next to his wife. When she doesn't respond, Vikram sighs, pulling the covers down,to come face to face with his wife's pink face,tears running down her cheeks. "What?",Keerthi sniffed,"You don't want to talk right. Be that way." Keerthi mewled in protest when her husband pulled her up into a sitting position. "I was mad at you because you thought I would do something to you if I was angry, not because we didn't kiss", Vikram started out softly. "I was only playing a prank on you,to see what you would do if I was angry. But clearly,you understood differently", Vikram explained,his tone turning bitter at the end.