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Arnav descended the stairs in his black track pant, brushing his hair with his fingers on the way to the kitchen.
"Good morning," he whispered walking closer to his wife, wrapping his one arm around her waist from behind while she cooked her favorite jalebis, he dropped a kiss on her neck, burying his face lazily on the crook of her neck later. The Saturday night was always filled with love, hence the next morning he would always wake up and cling to his wife.
"Good morning Arnav ji," Khushi smiled after composing herself from the sudden shiver she felt of his lips touch on her sensitive neck.
"Early in the morning.. Mrs. Raizada making jalebis!" he detached himself from her, walking to the fridge and took out a bottle of water.
"Stop taunting me! I didn't even eat jalebis these days," Khushi pouted, taking one jalebi from the plate, while she fried others.
"I did not say anything," Arnav shrugged, as he now stood beside her, pouring the water on his glass and drank it in one go, glancing at her glaring at him, from the corner of his eyes smiling slightly.
"Mrs. Raizada I'm falling short of clothes to wear because of you! Do you know that? You're always stealing my shirts! What will I wear in my office now?" he fake-complained to her, staring at her standing in front of him only in his white shirt, her hair tied in up in a cute bun. She looked beautiful in his clothes. He loved how she roams around their house, wearing his clothes only.
"AR's owner shouldn't be complaining about falling short of clothes to wear," Khushi narrowed her eyes at him.
"Oh really," he chuckled taking his coffee from the cabinet.
"Yes really," Khushi mimicked him, her eyes followed his moves, "Arnav ji I will make coffee for you. You don't need to do it," she frowned.
"I'm no baby Khushi.. I can make my coffee," he said, nearing the stove as he took out a pan from it to replace with the one he wanted to heat the water, without realizing that it was hot, "Shit.. dammit!" he swore as he quickly put the pan back to the stove, shutting his eyes tightly.
"Arnav ji," Khushi worriedly took him to the wash basin and quickly turned on the tap, letting the water flow on his fingers and soothe his pain, "Is it hurting a lot?" she asked with moist eyes.
Arnav shook his head, feeling much relieved after his fingers came in contact with the cold water. She caressed his bare back, staring at him concernedly.
