Sirayat: Love of a Mafia

Act like a queen

Aadhya lazily opened her eyes, blinking away the sleepiness and yawned, stretching her arms. She took off her blanket and stepped down with her eyes half-open because of the bright light in the room. Her barefooted self went to the washroom and started brushing her teeth with her eyes still closed in sleepiness.

She bent forward, cleaned her mouth and washed her face to kick away the laziness. And the time she lifted it back to see herself in the mirror, what she saw next made her jump on her place. He is standing right behind her half-naked.

What? What the hell?

Seriously? No T-shirt, then why the hell am I gawking at him like a perv.

I lowered my eyes and apologized without lifting my face, and the next thing you all can guess, I tried to run away from there. But he held me from my waist when I tried to cross him, swirling our locked figures at an angle.

"Excuse me?" My tone was that of a confused kitten.

I again tried to move, but he pulled me back to him.

"Why are you running? Am I going to eat you?" So here he is, back to his handsome devilish self.

"No, I was-as" Me getting back to my usual self, confused and out of words.

My mind went blank, and when no words came out from my mouth, I gestured towards the tap, trying to convey I came to wash my face.

"You wanna take a shower with me?" His voice came out with amazement dancing on his lips.

Ughhh...Shameless

I moved my heading in disagreement, and him being him, abruptly swirled us to the nearby wall with my back hitting the rough surface. The next second I was trapped with his hands right above my shoulders on the wall behind me, making me place my hand on his bare chest to create some distance between. And eyes right fixed on his face, only face.

I swear only his face, no glimpse of his body.

"You like what you see, don't you?"

Here my husband is not leaving any chance of flirting with me, his wife, but me, being the dumbest person as always, stood there stupidly looking at his face.

"Did the cat catch your tongue?"

My face dropped with embarrassment, and I moved my head, saying no.

"Look at me, wifey." But, of course, he is doing it on purpose now.

"I gotta go."

I tried to move away, but he didn't let me.

"Let's not talk and enjoy the moment instead."

His face came closer to mine, and he tucked on my chin with his first finger lifting it a bit up. His lips touched the skin behind my neck, making me close my eyes. Then, he started trailing kisses up towards my lips. Finally, he placed his lips on the corner of my lips and tried to move them, but my nervousness took over. I slid down, moving out from below her arms. But in this whole process, my hand pushed something placed on the counter, making it fall, followed by Veer's angry yelp, which made me turn and see what I have done?

It turns out the thing that falls off was an open whipping cream that blows off with its content all over the place, even a big foamy stain on Veer's face covering his eye and nose. His funny face made me laugh, which I hardly controlled, and I went near him to help clean off his eye. And once he got his work done, he again slammed my figure on the wall, wiped the whole content on my cheeks, and cleaned his nose on mine.