Sharp rays of morning sun peeping through the glass windows disturbed their sleep. Sana was the first one to wake up, she opened her eyes and looked up at her ever so handsome husband sleeping with his arms wrapped around her in a death grip as if tying her to himself.
She looked around to register the unfamiliar surroundings and the realization dawned upon her that they were not at their home it was the hotel room. She turned into the brightest shade of red as she looked at herself and another realization dawned upon at her that she is lying on her husband just in her pants. Her front was bare, crushed to his chest. She somehow, get rid of his hold and slided into her top which was thrown away at the floor by her. She darted into the washroom and come back after fresh n up to found her husband rubbing his eyes as well and his face having a print of his shirt's slight thread design which was there at the corner of his white shirt.
"Sidharth, she laughed.
"Although am happy that you are laughing but may I know the reason", he asked.
"Apna face dekho", she giggled and he couldn't stop his lips from twitching into a slight smile, although her laughs are infectious too but the sound of her giggles do something to him every time he hear.
He was standing still so she came to him and pulled out her phone keeping it in front of his eyes, he looked at it and groaned the lines at his shirt and the other design which decored his shirt were now imprinted on his face making him look like a stencil painting itself. He frowned at it and she giggled again.
"Hasna band kar", he said rubbing his face.
"Mein chup", she said innocently keeping a finger at her lips like a small child while containing her laugh.
"Bahut hasi aa rahi hai haan", he whispered huskily in her ear sending shivers down her spine and her laughter died down right then.
"Oh! Aab nahi arahi hasi but I guess it's too late", he whispered while yanking her closer to him as he rubbed her waist.
The next moment he made both of them fall at the bed with her underneath him and him hovering over her. But the next moment his hand were rubbing her waist, stomach, armpits with a naughty smirk lingered at his face as he tickled her mercilessly.
"H.. Haha S.. Sidharth", she breathed admist her tears of laugh.
"Bebu bas please acha sorry hayee amaaaa please bas kijiye", she pleaded as he slowed down the movement of his hands so that she can breath.
"Dubara apne pati parmeshwar ka majak udaegi", he teased while showing his hand in the air motioning them toward her dangerously as in a gesture Dare you say no or be ready to face the consequences to which she shaked her head in no.
"No amaaa no please Sidharth nahi karungi hayee please chodho", she said crawling away from him at the bed but he kept his knees around her caging her and stopping her from moving.
"Kyu abhi toh badi hasi arahi thi", he said leaning closer to her face while her wrists were pinned by his hand.
"N.. Nahi please chodhiye", she stuttered suddenly realizing the position they were in and he realized too as he left her hands and disappeared in the washroom.
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A little while later, both of them did their breakfast in the hotel room itself and then left to their apartment after check out. She was leaning into his arm which was placed on the gare as he focused on the road. The events of last night were still fresh in her memory and she can't keep the guilt off herself which kept erupting inside her.
He has assured her that he is ready to give her time, but she can't convince herself to give one more chance to happiness, it's been quite a long time since that incident happened but the scares it left over her body and mind still needs much healing. But the major thing which was disturbing her was the thought of letting this person as loving as him getting hurt in between her inner wars.
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