Days had turned blissful for Karan since the day, Preeta had came to know about the medical expenses being paid by him. He was afraid of her misunderstanding the kind gesture into bribing. He was glad that she took it in a positive way and rewarded him by being the Preeta, he had always wanted.
She behaves happy around him. She had started sharing things with him. Karan had been noticing how she had become easy on him. He liked how she had started putting efforts in every face of their relationships. Earlier, she couldn't even ask him heartily if he had eaten food. Now, he was amazed that she had started calling him in the office if he had done the lunch or not.
He loved all of it. All her kind gestures to make him happy. He just couldn't believe that things were getting right slowly.
"Finally..." muttering to himself, Karan shut his laptop and sighed. Preeta had been late to bed as she had gone to make coffee for Kritika who had her exams arriving soon and was doing late night study.
Karan's heart swelled in love thinking of her actions. How in the world he got so lucky to have her? She had actually accepted him and his family. He just wanted to describe her about how thankful he was to her for finally bringing positivity in his life.
He remembered that night when Preeta had herself told him to touch her. He couldn't do it. Karan had been jerk,a player all his school and college life. He didn't care about sentiments. But even after getting to touch her so easily, he denied. He had felt satisfied seeing adorations in her eyes and this was what he always wanted to see.
She had started believing in him. He didn't want to break that trust. She had found a new friend in him and he couldn't spoil the improvement here by doing any single mistake. Every night, his hands itched to touch her feminine parts. Every moment, the husband inside him wanted his wife to get pleased and pleasured. But he controlled.
It was killing him inside.
All the time, ignoring her when she combed, because he couldn't stop adoring her fair complexion in contrast to her brown hair. He turned stiff whenever she used to wake his already awake self in her sleepy voice. He liked this normal Preeta.
But still something was missing.
The approach from her side. Preeta had surely started to like him but Karan had always questioned himself about this feeling. Didn't she too craved me like I do? Didn't she want me like I do? Karan shook his head and closed his eyes while thinking about her.
She had never complimented him about his looks, physique. Nor, she had even touched him by her own. Karan groaned in frustration. This was so stupid of him. The girl he loved had been from a simple middle class family. These terms and tricks of lovers were far away from Preeta's knowledge who had always been in a great environment to stay far away from relationships. The fact was great but disadvantageous for Karan.
Whenever, his little tigress had gotten angry, they had ended into not talking to each other for days. No way in hell, he wanted to let that happen by any mistake. Even thinking of sex with her, had churned Karan's stomach. He shook his head while pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Damn, I can't be so desperate..." He muttered while opening his eyes. This strong feeling for her was insane. He just couldn't describe how wonderful it would be to have her heart, body, properly. He would have been luckiest to have her. He would become the king the day they would become one.
Checking his phone, Karan heard the bedroom door and saw his beautiful wife entering with bright eyes and a wide smile on her face. From the corner of his eyes, he saw her closing the door and just as she looked at him, his body stiffened.
"Karan, you haven't sleep yet. Why?" Preeta said while walking towards the bed and straightening the sheets. Karan yawned and slowly got up from his chair. He saw her lastly removing her earrings and he finally sat on the bed by his side.
