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.
Vikram woke up to his wife's soft snores,his arm under his wife's neck, which was probably sore now,and the other loosely draped around her waist,on her skin, where her shirt had ridden up,while his wife's hand rested on his chest,his legs locking hers' in between his. Vikram brushed a disturbing strand away, blocking his view,his wife's face.She looked too tempting to leave alone. He looked at the time. Six fifteen. Too early to wake up,even on a week day. He contemplated between letting her sleep and kissing her. At the end,he decided with kissing her softly. He pecked her lips softly,a feather light touch.
Keerthi woke up to a shrill noise. She kept a hand on her heart,it was her mobile ringing. Vikram,it read. "Hello",she answered. "Were you asleep?", Vikram asked,settling on his bed,as he looked at the time. Eleven forty. "No. It's fine", Keerthi said. "What are you doing?",Vikram asked,making himself comfortable as he lay in bed,crossing his legs. "Nothing. Just", Keerthi mumbled. She didn't know why she was so reluctant to talk to him. She was upset with her h
Arvind Verma wanted to wait for his daughter to leave before he dealt with his wife. She had come home after quite some time. He wanted it to be pleasant for her, merely controlling the urge to beat the truth out of his wife. He found it better to see his wife hurt rather than his daughter. He loved his daughter dearly,who seemed distressed to him at the moment. If she wasn't willing to let him help her directly,he would do so indirectly. Keerthi wondered how a person could be so different to two people. He was a great father, picking that something was wrong after conversing for just under a minute with her,but a horrible husband,as she thought of all times he had hurt her mother. She made a quick call to her mother in law,letting Sakshi know of her plans.
Keerthi burst out crying,warm tears cascading her face as she found comfort in the solace of her father's warm embrace, wrapping her arms around her father's waist,the reality of the past few days and her marriage sinking in. Keerthi wasn't an extrovert. She had a lukewarm relationship with her husband,barely making conversation with anyone in the house apart from him. She was okay with him,she could get used to it. But she justcouldn'tbe herself at least half the time. It wassonew and foreign.She felt so out of place every time she sat for a meal with the Rathores. She felt like an outsider, which was true. She was. She only maintained a cordial relationship with them,only talking when necessary. It was only with her husband that Keerthi wa