He has a wife
Wait
A BABY WIFE who sometimes turn bossy.
Embark on a captivating journey with Ekansh, a young man rooted in tradition and driven by ambition, as he navigates the uncharted territories of matrimony and love. With a conservative upbri...
Sun peaked stealing glances at newly love birds. Ekansh opened his eyes only to find his wife sleeping like a cuddly baby. Her face was hidden on his neck. Her lips were slightly open touching his neck. Her one leg was covering his leg. And other was bend. Her knees touching resting on his abdomen.
He felt something heavy. Little did the sleeping panda knew, tiger was ready to attack his prey.
Her lips were making movement thinking it's a pillow. The sensation he was feeling on his neck was enough to kiss her. His hand was moving on her waist making unknown patterns. He was trying to explore her enough while she was sleeping. Because he knew when she will wake up, she will again become a grumpy baby.
His thoughts got disturb when he felt her moving. He closed his eyes. He was a good actor when not a doctor.
She waked up and looked at his sleeping form. Why do men's have long eyelashes? Jealous. Why are his eyes so attractive? Why can't I exchange mine with his? He was in deep slumber as usual. She slowing kissed his forehead and moved out of bed making her way to washroom.
Little did she know nothing about today's morning is as usual.
After he heard the sound of door he opened his eyes again. His lips curled in a smile. He always felt this kind of touch in his sleep.
Now yesterday night was making sense. She kissed him before she sleep. Not only yesterday, from the very first morning after they got married, she always kiss him.
How dumb I am? However I like this. Thank God I woke early today.
He was not familiar with such affections. Sure, when he was kid her mother used to kiss him. But it was long ago. And obviously this feeling was different. Unknowingly, he has started liking affections.
He moved out of bed, making his way to another restroom.
"Shall we go out for breakfast?" he was all ready in his casual wear.
She was wearing a jumpsuit. She looked like a fresh flower. A teenager. Her long hairs were open and bit wet. Free from the cage. He was stealing glances.
"Yes" she looked into his eyes. And her eyes betrayed again. Why can't she maintain eyecontact? She smiled. He was standing infront of her. Pulling her waist, he caged her. His lips found his way. Kissing her forehead, cheeks, and then lips. His beard was creating friction. He wanted all of her. She was struggling to breathe. He decided to show some mercy. His forehead was resting on hers.
"So soft. I want more." how can ekansh rathore plead? He was demanding shamelessly.
She hugged him, hiding again.
"Let's go, my wife must be hungry" he chuckled. He very well knew she can't stay hungry. She was a foodie.
If someone told ekansh year before that he would be holding hand with his wife on streets of Dubai. He would have laughed.
For some reason, he was changing. He wanted to make her happy. He adores her cuteness.
"So what would you like to have?" He questioned her. She was looking at menu, not able to decide.
"Chocolate milkshake"
Such a baby, he muttered.
"That's not breakfast." he was not rude but his voice was hard making her question why can't she have milkshake in breakfast? That was all going in her mind.
" I mean, you can have milkshake but you have to eat something along with it" he realised his tone.
"You order" she handed him menu.
Think ekansh. What will she like? Pancakes? Sandwhich? Everyone likes pancakes.
"Pancakes?" It was more like question.
"Ok" she replied unsure about her decision.
Food arrived. He was having pancakes with juice. Healthy enough. He observed her. She was a slow water. Good habit doctor.
"So what do you like? Mishti, I don't know what are your food likings. Precisely."
She looked at him as if Thinking deeply.
"Depends, mostly I don't like experiments with different cuisine. I like Indian food. Apart from that, junk food. Pizza, pasta etc. The famous ones.and chocolates" she liked the fact that he wanted to know her.
"What is your favourite? Apart from north Indian food." she knew his love for north Indian food.
" Chinese....and..."
And?
"I like experimenting" he winked saying this.
Her eyes were almost out. He laughed at her reaction.
"With food meri jaan" he added
Her cheeks turned bright red. She was innocent but she did understood. He was teasing her.
"By the way. What did you think?" he knew teasing her is going to become his favourite hobby.
"Milkshake is yummy. Do you want to try?" this was a good excuse to change topic.
He thought for a moment. Under any other circumstances no matter what, he never shares food. He was not a fan of chocolates. That milkshake lookes loaded with chocolate. Must be bitter, he thought.
She took a sip. And his mind changed immediately.
"Yes"
She forwarded her glass to him.
Not bad. It's bitter but sweet, creamy. He saw her smile. Her eyes moved in question.
" Its good. Bitter but sweet. Maybe it's magic of your lips." he was flirting.
" Are you flirting? " She hates flirt.
"Can't I ?" This was his right. And he knew this.
"You can. But only about true things. What you said was cheesy and sweet but we both know it's not true. Lips can't change flavour of milkshake" she was calm.
"You don't like me flirting" he asked. He was trying to make environment of love. But before his mind take a turn to some roads of misunderstanding she said...
"I was just telling you. I didn't mean to offend. I said just like that. I am sorry."
The moment he saw her innocent face. He melted like ice cream. He knew she was genuinely sorry.
"It's ok"
"So my lips makes milkshake sweeter? HH? she chucked.
He was enjoying. She was teasing but he was still enjoying.
"I like that"
"What?" He asked.
" Meri jaan" two words she said were enough to express what she liked.
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