Her Helpmate

29. You both are really something

We had an argument that who will go first in the bathroom. Well, Shaurya's advice was, "It's better we use at the same time so that we can save earth from global warming!" to which I crinkled my nose and shook my head. He grinned, then ambled front and back in front of me. Did I say he is trying to be cute with me? 

Maybe Armaan is right, I should give him a chance.

For a second, I assumed we were roommates rather than married couples.

In the end, we decided to do a toss.  "Heads me and tails your husband!" Shaurya explained the rules, first.

"Ok, I agreed!" 

He tossed the coin and "Tails!" he showed me. "Means!" 

"My husband!" I whispered sadly. 

"Chu! Chu! Chu! Sadly, I won!" He sighed dramatically and ambled with heavy steps towards the door. While he was stepping inside, I gave thought to the rules. Heads me and tails your husband

"Stop! You cheater-cock, you cheated me!" I scolded, holding the handle of the door. 

He pulled me in his arms, "I have no problem to take bath with you!"

"Lemme go!" He chuckled and left me. "Go first!"

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I decided to wear something formal and Indian for the first day of my wedding. An orange-red mid-slit velvet Churidar. Whoever arranged my wardrobe kept into consideration my likes and dislikes. To every dress, there was a set of matching jewelry, sandals, and purses. As I have no plan to go out anywhere, I grabbed a set of orange ruby jewelry, and light orange white stone stud sandals and walked to the dressing table.  

While I was fixing my sandal straps, Shaurya stepped out of the bathroom and walked directly to the dressing table, and stood behind me. He was just in a towel. While gazing at me through the mirror he flexed his arms around his chest. His arms bulged out excelling a perfect curve of his deltoid. I stood on my heels and turned around. 

Suddenly he lifted me in bridal style. "Drop me down, you minaret!"

He walked us to the bed, then climbed upon it with his knees and placed me in the center of the bed. He lay above me and kept gazing at my face. "Mr. Chauhan!" he didn't respond and continued admiring my face. It indeed made me inconvenient. 

"Mrs. Shaurya Chauhan! You look so beautiful, today." Though it was just a compliment, it skipped the beat of my heart. I stared into his eyes. Why he is making me hard to hate him? 

He blew air upon my face to push away the hair. Then he tugged my hair behind my ear and kissed my right temple. To deviate from him and to lessen my inconvenience, I touched the tip of my hair and babbled, "I was thinking to cut my hair!"

"Really," I found him pass his hand through the slit of my Kurti and place it upon my stomach. It was hard to stop my cheeks from blushing when his fingers traced my belly slightly. "And if you curl them they will look more beautiful, I guess." Then he landed his hand upon my belly button, and one of his fingers was poking the hole.

"Take your hand, Mr. Annoying Minaret Chauhan!"

"Which hand, bear?" 

"That one!" I gestured with my eyes to my belly. 

"Which one?" he whispered-asked, sexily.

"This one!" I touched his hand and in seconds he grabbed it and flexed it at my back. A gasp escaped from my mouth when he did a sudden action. I placed my other hand on his chest to maintain at least an inch gap between us.