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32 | First Fights & Impulsive Conclusions

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Riya's Pov

"Yaar first stop staring at me like this. I am getting conscious na." I whined defeated, while my husband laughed amusedly looking at my pouty face.

"Acha acha, sorry, chal come." He sobered up the next second, and closed his eyes, a subtle smile residing on his lips, and indicated me with his hands to come to him.

Biting my lips, I scooted a little closer to him, and then a little more, and a little more, until we were almost laying next to each other.

I could hear Aditya's deep, inaudible sigh at our proximity, his manly scent intoxicating my senses, making me a jittery mess inside.

A low unexpected shriek rumbled my throat when he unanticipatedly caged me in his arms, his both arms surrounding me, and locking them behind my back, my both hands pressed on his chest at this sudden heart pounding intrusion.

We were turned on our sides, and he gazed at me with pure admiration, though his cheeky notorious smile couldn't be missed along with that unmistakable playful glint in his eyes.

This man will give me a heart attack if he keeps looking at me like this!

My heart went frenzy, and my whole body felt like vibrating internally, as he pulled me more closer to him, his hands now firmly pressed on waist. His naughty smile kept widening each second witnessing my flustered and goosebumpy state.

"Bas? Ke aur close?" He whispered hoarsely, raising both eyebrows, a mischievous gleam evident in his opalescent orbs.

"Yaaaar shut up na" I gasped at his words and hid my face in his chest instinctively, my arms surrounding his waist on their own accord, making him laugh heartily at my troubled reply.

Amidst our wildly beating hearts, he pressed his lips on my forehead for a long-lingering kiss only to make my heart thump at an even more maddening speed.

Now I am feeling my heart will pop out any second.
Stupid Stupid Man.

Tugging me more closer to him, until no other fragment could pass by us, we kept embracing each other lying on our sides, my face tucked up under his chin,

"I am telling you I am not going to let you cuddle that stupid pillow ever again." He whisper whined, though I could easily visualize him scowling at the thought of my lovely cuddle pillow.

Giggling, I replied, "Who the hell gets jealous from a pillow?"

"I am not jealous, especially not from that cruel villain pilllow!" He defended immediately, "Vaise bhi, if today I haven't pulled this stunt, I would have to wait God knows how many days just to embrace you like this." He reasoned, huffing, while I kept giggling in his chest, enjoying his burning state.