You and Me | ✓

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Waking up to hearing soft snores, a smile formed on her lips as she ran her fingers through the soft curls her husband was gifted with, his warm breath falling on her chest where he had laid his head so comfortably, having the best sleep of his life.

"That feels good." She heard him say, her breath hitched hearing his morning voice.

"Good morning." She wished, withdrawing her fingers from his hair, "How long have you been awake for?" She asked.

"The moment you touched my hair." He replied, not opening his eyes, wanting to stay where he was.

"Wake up now, you'll get late," Roop whispered.

"I'm the boss." He replied, hugging her tighter. Burying his head in the valley of her boobs he took a long sniff, an amusing idea striking his head as he asked, "When did you take a shower last time?"

A gasp left her mouth as she tried to push him away, "Hatein aap."
(Move away)

"Mazaak tha."
(That was a joke.)

"Nahi, chalein hatein. I have to take a shower." She taunted, slipping away from underneath.
(No, move now. I have to take a shower.)

"I have to take a shower too...I was thinking-"

"Sochte rahein aap." She replied, rushing to the bathroom.
(Keep thinking)

"Rooop." He groaned, patting the bed grumpily as he got up, suddenly remembering that he thought of preparing breakfast for her before going to sleep last night.

Now that the breakfast-in-bed idea was of no use, he took out both their clothes before putting her clothes back and took out the dress Avni saw a few months back, keeping it on the table.

Roop came out fifteen minutes later, wrapped up in a bathrobe. She was wiping her face with a towel when she bumped into Amrit, his arms immediately wrapping around her.

"I took out your clothes." He told her, "Get ready." He added before going to take a shower too.

Shaking her head after she looked at the dress, she picked it up to hang it back when he poked his head inside, "I want you to wear that only." He told her, disappearing again.

"But.." She sighed, changing into the dress.

She still feel a little worried about the reactions, the dress was pretty, a white floral sundress that ended just a little below her knees, the only problem? It had a thigh-high slit.

She was putting on some makeup when Amrit walked out of the bathroom, steam coming out indicating that he took a hot shower. Her eyes fell on his body through the mirror as he strolled around the room with just a towel hanging from his waist.

"Haaye, you're cute." He pressed her cheeks as he stood behind her, water droplets from his hair landing on her bare shoulder as he accidentally pulled the knot on her shoulder.

"Amrit!" She gasped, holding onto the strings.

"I love that." He commented, holding her other hand that as an reflex came to land on his chest. The feeling of her touching his skin felt too good to let go.

"What?" She looked up, her light brown eyes meeting his hazel ones that almost looked green due to the sunlight falling through the window.

"The way you said my name. It's the fourth time." He told her.

"You're counting?"

"Umhmm."

She looked down shyly, her focus falling onto his body again, her hand sliding away from his as she looked at his muscles. He had been shirtless infront of her many times in the past few months but the sight left her speechless every time.