Love Me

45

After reaching home, Roshni quickly ran to her room to change her clothes. Once done, she came back and found Daksh talking on a call.

She wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder.

He ended the call and turned to her.

"What are you doing, Roshni?"

"I want to do something," she whispered, her voice soft and playful.

"What do you want to do?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she pushed him gently onto the couch.

"Lap dance," she murmured, her voice low and teasing. She slowly walked toward him, swaying her hips, her fingers trailing over the couch as though she was dancing to a silent rhythm.

Daksh leaned back, trying to keep his expression stern, but his eyes betrayed him, following every curve of her movement.

She slid onto his lap gracefully, her hands on his shoulders, her body moving against him in slow, teasing waves. "See? I can be bold too," she teased, her breath hot against his ear.

His hand instinctively gripped her waist. "Roshni..." he warned, but his voice was already husky.

She giggled softly, grinding against him just enough to make his jaw clench. "You don't like it?" she whispered, kissing the corner of his jaw.

He exhaled sharply, his self-control cracking. "You are impossible," he muttered before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her tighter onto him.

Her laughter melted into a soft gasp as his lips finally found hers, urgent and deep. The kiss grew hungrier, his hands roaming on her back.

"Now you don't want me to stop, right?" she whispered against his lips.

Daksh only groaned in response, pressing his forehead against hers. "You drive me insane, Roshni." He muttered kissing her roughly.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to breathe. "If you keep tempting me like this, I won't be able to stop."

Her mischievous smile returned. "Good. Don't stop."

"I don't know who taught you all this," he said, standing up, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"Simple. My phone. And be thankful to God that you got a romantic wife. Now, sit back, Daksh," she replied, her grin teasing.

"Roshni, I'm going to cut some fruits for you, and you need to study for tomorrow's exam," he said, but Roshni immediately followed him into the kitchen.

She sat on the kitchen counter as Daksh washed the fruits.

"Why are you jumping around? Can't you find a better place to sit?" he asked.

"There's no place better than you," she said softly, looking up at him. "When will we go on our honeymoon?"

"We can't, Roshni. You're pregnant, babe," he said, handing her a plate of fruits.

Roshni lowered her eyes and quietly walked to their room.

Later, Daksh entered and found her scrolling through her phone.

"Roshni, babe, we'll go after some time. Don't be upset," he said, kissing her cheek.

"Can I at least hang out today? My friends are making plans," she asked, showing him her phone. Daksh nodded, making her grin.

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ROSHNI'S POV

"I thought he would deny me, but thank God he said yes. Now I can enjoy!" I scanned the area and saw my friends at a large table.