The Kapoor's love (completed)

8: Acting weird

Sorry for late update.

Smiling at the last cake night. I rolled to purvi's side as she laid asleep. Admiring her face in the morning was just my usual routine and today was another day following it.

A smiled covered her face as, I touched her hand and intertwined our fingers, something she did yesterday night. Everytime something was initiated it was by her and not me.

Say I was too afraid to hold or anything. She was too precious to me that I feared any move of mine offending her. I feared her feeling uncomfortable near me, I feared her pushing me away even if I knew she wouldn't.

Purvi: Good Morning

Opening her eyes slowly she shifted closer to me and culled into me, as I held her like the precious soul she was.

Kavin: Good Morning Mrs kapoor

The serenity I felt calling her Mrs. Kapoor was beyond explanation. A sense of satisfaction and love was felt which could not be matched by any other type of feeling.

Purvi: Subha ho gayi?

I chuckled seeing her rubs her eyes and complain about the sun being up, so early as I told her it was already eight in the morning. She placed her hand on my face and started moving her thumb along my cheek.

Feeling that I was getting nervous under her touch. She smiled before decreasing the distance between us and keeping her head close to mine.

So close that could feel the depth of her breath.

The eye heavy with sleep now opened and started into my mine already starting at her. We looked at each other for a sonic moments before, she tranced my jawline, resting her thumb near my lips. As it slowly caressed my bottom lip. I closed my eyes to submit to her.

Under the normal situations, I wouldn't have, but the moments with her were special and should be just as she wanted them to be.

If she wanted to make the first move, let it be so.

Purvi: kavin?

I hummed response

Her thumb positioned at the middle of my lips and slid down, pulling my bottom lip. The warmth of her  breath falling on my face kept increasing and my skin started feeling the contact of her against me.

Her lips locked with mine, pecking them a few times before I pushed her back to the bed and caught them to prevent any movement. My lower arm was still under her head and her hands were holding the round collar of my T-shirt in her fist. Sometimes her fingers would travel up to my face and roam around as I had a sweet time with my wife.

The feeling of her lips smiling against mine and the sound of her muffled laughter made butterflies flutter in my stomach. The first time, I kissed her and it was beautiful as expected.

I had never imagined myself doing such things to her since my primary focus was to get her in my life. On being unsuccessful I was broken but the magic of nature which wrote her in my density.

Purvi: Mr. Kapoor

She whispered

That name from her mouth made my heart skip a beat before making it pulsate like crazy.

Unwilling I stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes which were starting back at me shyly.

Purvi: Office jana hai. Late ho jaye gaye.

Her hands rested on either side of her head and a look of happiness spread across her face.

Kavin: Bas ek minute

Clashing my lips on hers once again, I used my hand to lift her head as I rose up. She too sat as directed. Upon crossing my legs properly on the bed. I pulled purvi towards me and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

My hands roamed freely on her back and with each movement. She smiled more and more. Kissing her for the last time, I put my head back as she laid her head on my shoulder.

Purvi: Hume taiyar hona chahiye.

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Our days were going gleefully, stolen kisses now and then her tantrum of wanting something else or acting mad if she didn't get what she wanted, me fulfilling her every demand and taking care of her every time, I could.

I never left an opportunity where I could feel like I had someone to love and care for, when she had to dry her hair. I would do it for her. When she had to make something, I would join her and we would do it together. When she would be stuck in something difficult, I tried solving it.

But still it seemed like her love was far more than mine.

Everytime I felt low she would jump on me, hug me, pull my cheeks. Start talking to me at any given time. When I felt sleepy, she would take my head in her lap and sing for me. When I felt happy she would turn on some music and we would dance to it to express our happiness.

With her stepping in my life, it bloomed all of a sudden. From being that barre piece of land where the hope of vegetation was zero, my life became that piece of lush paradise everyone would visit more than twice.

Everything owed to the one who sowed the seed in it.

Smiling at the polythene in my hands that had chocolates for her, I entered our home and went straight to our room.

Purvi was working on the laptop, and as she saw me she passed me a faint sweetish smile before walking into my arms. I too hugged her back and gave her the chocolates asking if she wanted these or did her mode change all of a sudden once again.

She said they are okay and started having one quietly.

Something was strange with her behavior. She was such a person that would quarrel over what I had brought for the first minutes before making me have a round two to the store and bringing it for her again or sometimes taking her with me.

Kavin: Mrs. Kapoor tum theek ho?

Placing my hand on her shoulder, I asked her if something was wrong but she didn't say a word. Instead she nodded her head in a no before going back to bed and continuing her work.

When I asked the same question once again she looked at me calmly and replied that everything was okay and I should stop worrying so much.

Now I knew something was fishy

If I asked her a question three to four times, she would make faces at me and stop talking to me till. I consoled her.

To make sure if she was okay I went to the kitchen to bring the juice. She hated the most- pomegranate, just as I entered and offered her the glass she looked at me with the same dull face and asked me, why I was doing it for her. She could do it on her own. On my request to take it this last time, she drank it quietly.

The next day, she washed her hair and didn't let me dry them. She started talking lesser, than she was used to any took all her works seriously.

It was like the child inside her had died.

Everytime I tried bringing that child back she would strangle that child before she come out. Even it h r longing and her quickly disappearing smile seeing the things she loved were telling that the real, she was still in there.

My purvi is hiding something from me.