TANGLED SOULS

Flirting game -1

Morning sun rays peaked through the white and blue curtains making Abhimanyu stir from his beauty sleep, a lazy smile on his face as he stretched out on the soft mattress, to pull the love of his life closer.

But as his arms were met with an empty space and his eyes snapped open blinking back the remains of the sleep. He glanced at the time and a frown edged on his forehead when it was only 6am. It was a Sunday, their day off so they won't move out of the bed until at least 8am. Just as he was about to get up, he heard the bathroom door opening and his wife stepped out, freshly showered, a towel rubbing her hair absentmindedly.

The air left his lungs as he stared at the goddess clad in a white and violet shaded saree. Water dropped down her neck to her bare back from her wet hair as she gathered her soft curls on one side. Abhi tilted his head slightly to get a better look of her face on the mirror as she hasn't noticed him yet, focused on a knot in her jet black locks. His eyes detailed her frown and the adorable pout on her lips before wandering down. An eye closed, he peaked further at her side profile to get a better sight of her slightly exposed navel.

'Man...I'm one lucky bastard.'
He thought as he continued to ogle his jaw-droopingly gorgeous wife. Akshara adorned the upper part of her forehead with vermillion and his mind screamed 'Mine' in possessiveness. He couldn't help but feel smug at the thought as his heartbeats quickened in the column of his chest.

He immediately closed his eyes and pretended to sleep when her gaze fell on him through the mirror. His ears caught her footsteps toward the bed and he fought back his grin as a minute later, he felt the mattress lower. Her hand soon found his hair, caressing his locks, breath on his face as she leaned down to place a chaste kiss on his forehead. And she trailed her lips to his eyes, kissing each one of them before going to his nose to place a feather like peck. Abhimanyu waited for her next destination feeling his insides flutter at every touch of her lips on his skin. Her mouth slowly moved down but instead of connecting their lips as he wanted, he felt her turn his face to peck his cheek. Before he could even groan, his Akshu lightly slapped the spot.

"Shameless fellow, I know you're awake."

His eyes snapped open then, a pout already stretching up his mouth as he stared at his beautiful but mean wife.

"You, Mrs.Akshara Birla, are such a tease." He whispered looking into her eyes watching her fighting back her grin but failing to do so.

"I learned from the best,
Mr.Abhimanyu Birla." She retorted gazing down at him lovingly whilst his arms wrapped around her waist and tugged, making her fall flat on his chest with a surprised gasp.

"Oh Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow looking down at her lips, making her breath hitch, before meeting her eyes.

She hit his chest then and he whined dramatically, "You're such a naughty guy, Abhi. Aren't you ashamed to ogle me like that early morning?" She scolded him softly and he smirked.

"I wasn't ogling any woman, was I?" He murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears as he always did. "I was ogling my woman, so you can't question me Akshara Birla." He warned and as if to prove his point, he caressed her bare back, playing with her dori, while she closed her eyes feeling his touch, his name leaving in a soft whisper.

"You're under arrest, Akshu." Abhimanyu muttered seriously and she opened her eyes to face him, a slow smile taking over as her fingers traced his jaw up to his lips, and he kissed them making her smile widen.