Love Uncharted : Unknown Territories Of Love

🤍 CHAPTER 7 🤍

EKANSH's POV

Currently we are standing in hall of my apartment. Back when I came here years ago, I bought this apartment as an investment. And now I standing here with my wife.

"Umm huh. Mishika??" She is still standing in half sleepy half woken state. "Do you like this place? I mean Dubai."

"No"

What the hell? I thought she will be happy.

"Actually I like cold places. Remember? I once told you this." She replied me but her eyes were roaming, noticing the wall paintings.

I am upset. I mean I never expected this. I thought of some excitement because I know she has never been out of country. But here, all my expectations are crushed. Neither she is happy, neither she is sad.

Wait why she is looking at me like that?

"What?"

"You are sad?" She asked me taking steps closer to me.

"No"I said . For some unknown reason I don't want to admit.

"Come let us change and sleep." I am avoiding her I know.

Once we reached our room. I changed my clothes and came back. She is sleeping or should I say " is trying to sleep". Wow what a boring honeymoon. This girl is soooo unromantic. No problem, I too just want to sleep. I took the other side of bed.

" You said you are not sad but you look sad" she turned her face to my side.

Ok. She wants answer so I will give her answer.

"I thought you will be happy, excited but I saw nothing. No reaction. I mean I can't force you but I ..."
Damn I am struggling with words.why am I sad?

"Hey, I am happy." She said with a small smile.

That smile looks genuine.

"But your face said something else" I don't want her to act. Say what you
Feel that's what I believe.

I closed my eyes due to her non responsive behaviour. I always see my friends complaining about their wives. And here is mine ...MUTE.

"You are like home", she said.
Wait she actually said something.

YOU ARE LIKE HOME

"What do you mean?" I am not able to understand her puzzles.

"I don't like travelling. For me home is person. I would prefer home over any other place. It doesn't matter where we go, YOU matter. You like travelling and I like ..." she left her sentence incomplete.

"You like ....????" A part of me wants to hear.

"You" she said with her eyes closed all the time.

I can't believe. She said such a deep thing. Cheesy and so deep.

She confuses me with her behaviour. She is like a mystery. She surprises me everytime. Don't know why but my her confession changed my mood. I feel different. Maybe happy.

"So you like me??" I want to tease her .

"Hmm" though her eyes are close I can see she is controlling a smile but clearly she couldn't.

Slowly I moved closer to her. "Open your eyes mishti." I commanded.It was her nickname which I heard once while visiting her house.

Her eyes were now at me. We were inch apart. Our faces. My eyes went to her lips. Small and full. Her fair complexion was glowing in dim light. Her lips were pink.

Closer more closer and....
Now my lips were on her. Her eyes closed and so mine. Her lips were like rose petals, soft. My hand was holding her tiny hand. Damn I can feel her softness. Her skin was warm and soft.
I lost myself kissing and sucking her lips. They smell sweet.

How can they smell sweet?
She was trying to reciprocate. But she couldn't. I stopped myself , she was struggling for breathe. My hands moved to her wrist feeling same softness. She is doing something to me.

Her breathes were feeling the room. Damn I should have controlled myself.

"Breathe" I whispered. I kissed her forehead.

Am I hurrying? I should have waited. I should have atleast asked her. A part of me is sure that I have her consent.

I feel a movement. She was moving. Her head was resting against my chest .
We didn't moved for minutes. It was like time stopped.

She moved her head back to where she was previously. "What happened?" I asked her out of concern.

She was fine right?

"You will feel heavy" she said avoiding my eyes.

Did I told her? No.

" No I won't , sleep" with my last word a smile came to her face.

She again keep her head resting on my chest. This time I wrapped my hand below her wrapping around her waist while my other hand was on my chest hold her tiny one.

I was playing with her fingers. I kissed her hair, her face was facing side , I am sure her ears can listen my heartbeats.

"Do you like this?" I wanted to know. Did she liked our kiss?

"Loved this" she murmmed hiding more of her face.

I feel good, a different kind of good .maybe it the kiss we shared or maybe it is her words.

Sleep took over me and I feel a touch. Warm on my forehead .Maybe a dream.

Mishika's pov

His heartbeat is like music. With every beat I can feel my own heart pumping.
Even in his sleep I can feel tingles in my stomach. He is asleep but his hand is unknowingly exploring my skin. His touch is warm, foreign but....
I like it.

I still can't believe, minutes before I just had my first kiss. I feel worth it, I never let anyone touch me. I was not a saint but not a player as well. I saved myself for someone I would marry.
And here I am sleeping on his chest, the man I married. I really wish things never change, specially for bad. I don't mind if they change for better.

I know life is not like fairytale. It has never been specially for me. I don't want to burden him with my expectation.