Keerthi was moisturizing her hands when her husband walked out of the washroom in a blue track pant and a grey T-shirt.
Her heart thudded when Vikram walked towards her.
Were they going to fight?
Keerthi didn't want to. But she was surprised when her husband wrapped his arms around her from behind,nuzzling the crook of her neck.
Keerthi was unprepared for the disappointment that coursed through her veins when her husband peppered kisses on her neck.
Her eyes watered involuntarily, unpleasant thoughts running in her mind.
She shut her eyes,why was her husband being affectionate. Was she delusional to think they have had an argu
Keerthi pinched her lips thin.She couldn't say anything to that. Her husband openly admitted aloud his imperfection and asked her to understand. She knew he was only human.Each had their set of imperfections. Her husband had his, just like she had hers'. They had to accept the others' imperfections and move on. This was something she had to do for him. "Okay. Can you try something too,if I ask?", Keerthi started out carefully. Vikram smiled,"Of course." "Can you please not say I like have arguments and berate me everytime I cry?" Vikram stared at his wife,he didn't know his
Vikram bit his tongue before he could blurt anything out, abruptly pulling away. It would just be a recipe for disaster if he confessed his feeling to his wife. They were progressing in their marriage,slowly. But still,there was progress. It would be a complete U-turn if he said anything. He didn't know how his wife would react if he told her he loved her. She would probably think he said that to sleep with her, Vikram's lips twitched at the thought. He turned to his wife,to find her staring at him wide eyed,her cheeks pink. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear,his eyes taking in his wife's features.
Vikram was surprised to see everyone in the living room, chatting away when he had arrived from work.He greeted his parents,slapped the back of his brother's head and gave his wife a smile."Make me a coffee,yeah?", Vikram said, looking between his wife and mother.Keerthi smiled,walking into the kitchen as her husband went upstairs to freshen up.Vikram freshened up,taking his laptop and charger with him as he sat on the couch. He wanted to spend some time with his family.Though he probably wouldn't contribute to the conversation,he wanted to be in their presence.Work had kept him busy the past few days.
Keerthi was pleasantly surprised when her husband hugged her from behind when she was about to get into bed.She half expected him to pick his laptop and go to the study room."You said you have work?", Keerthi stretched her neck, glancing at her husband,their cheeks grazing against each others'.Vikram smiled, kissing his wife's cheek,biting it softly,"You don't want to spend time with your husband?"Keerthi laughed at the question, how ironic,"The question is coming from the wrong person.""As in?", Vikram turned his wife around,locking his hands around her waist."Just", Keerthi shrugged, run
Keerthi glared at the wall in front of her. The clock struck ten thirty. Her husband still wasn't home.He had left before she even woke up yesterday and came backaftershe had slept.She missed him.She only waited for him tonight because he said he didn't have dinner in the office. She wanted to at least look at his face while he ate. She missed it.Vikram walked into the house at Eleven fifteen,he pecked his wife in a greeting and made way to his room to freshen up.Keerthi glared at her husband's back,they hadn't even kissed properly in the last few days,for crying out loud.She tho
Keerthi silently cried in the same place she stood, covering her face in her palms. She was the victim of her husband's anger even when she was innocent,her heart aching as his words played in her mind.Did he think so low of her?Even though Keerthi felt miserable,she found it necessary to clear the misunderstanding.She sat next to her husband's sleeping form,as she held his hand in both of her hers'.Vikram glared at his wife, retracting his hand.The thought that his wife spoke ill about him behind his back was hurting him.He loved her.He didn't
A throbbing headache woke Keerthi up, wincing as she massaged the side of her head. Her eyes felt as though they were stuck to each other,as she turned towards her husband,blinking. He looked poised, though he had a frown on his face. She quietly stood up, not making any noise as she got ready quickly and left the room. She didn't want to face her husband yet,they would most probably get into another tiff,she thought sadly. Their married life was turning upside down, tears filled Keerthi's eyes when her mind forced her to live through the previous day's fiasco again. She dashed out of the room before she could cry, desperate to take her mind off things,it was too painful,and it was too early in the morning to cry. Vikram blinked his eyes open, looking at the time as he sat up. He inspected the room,only to find it empty. He clenched his jaw, flinging the covers off him as he stood up. Keerthi saw her mother in law when she went downstairs, stopping in her stride. Indirectly,Sa
Vikram paced around his room in impatience.It had been three days since his wife spoke to him.She would only talk to him in front of others,and formally at that,so people didn't doubt something was up with them.But that didn't count.He wanted his relation with his wife to back to as it was.He stopped when his wife came out in her Pajamas ,ready to go to bed.He threw caution out, as he went towards his wife, pulling her into his chest.Keerthi stiffened when she felt her husband's arms around her. She resisted, wanting out.She would start crying if her husband held her like that any longer."I missed you", Vikram mumbled into his wife's neck,"Let me just hold you for a moment."Keerthi felt unknown warmth in her chest at her husband's words.She let him hug her quietly,her own arms going around his back as she snuggled into his chest.She missed him too.Though she was angry with her husband for falsely accusing her,she felt miserable being away from him,the thought irritating h