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"But one thing, don't call me Mr. Malhotra. I don't like it. It feels too formal," he said with a disapproving look. I couldn't resist playing along, so I replied with a mischievous glint in my eyes,
"Then what should I call you? Macchar again?" I teased, giving him a playful smirk. He looked at me as if I had suddenly sprouted two horns on my head, making me giggle.
"Becoming very brave these days, are we?" he said in a husky voice, leaning in a bit closer. My heart fluttered, and I found myself momentarily lost for words due to his proximity.
"Ab... abb... No, yes," I stuttered, my cheeks turning a shade of pink.
"Call me hubby!" he suddenly declared, taking a step back and making me sigh in relief, looking at me with a raised eyebrow, waiting for my reaction.
"What!!! Ewww, how cringe it sounds!" I exclaimed, unable to hide my amusement and he chuckled at my response.
"Thank god you think the same, or I thought I'd have to go through that cringy torture," he sighed in relief.
"Shut up," I replied squinting my eyes shut and hiting him lightly at his arms and he just chuckled in response rubbing his arm with a hiss.
"Well, I have an idea," I said with a mischievous glint in my eyes and a smirk on my face.
"What?" he asked curiously
"I will call you Mr. Aadhira," I declared, watching his reaction closely. He choked on his breath and looked at me as if I said something very wrong which only made me burst out laughing.
"You can't be serious, Aadhira," he said, trying to assure himself that it was just a joke with a look of complete disbelief on his face.
"Why? If you can call me Mrs. Kabir, then why can't I call you Mr. Aadhira?" I replied, raising an eyebrow playfully.
"Ooh, so this is the reason... then you can call me something even more amazing," he responded after taking a moment to think.
"What?" I asked, knitting my brows in curiosity.
He leaned down, getting closer to my level, his voice deep and husky as he whispered in my ear, "Your hot and sexy husband?" His words caught me off guard, and my eyes widened in surprise while he reveled in my reactions.
God knows what got into him suddenly that he became so flirty and bold that too with me. I hope he didn't have that split personality disorder.
"Shetup Kabir," I blurted out, my face turning a deep shade of red. I quickly hid my whole face in my palms, hoping to conceal my embarrassment. Little did I realize that Kabir had moved closer to me until I felt something soft and feathery against the back side of my palm. I peeked out widening the gaps between my fingers only to realise that he kissed me at the back of my palms and suddenly I felt a jolt of electricity in my body.
It sent a rush of butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and I wished I could disappear and find a hiding spot. My cheeks felt like they were on fire because of his actions. And before I could do anything , he gently wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close, helping me hide my blushing face in his chest providing me the comfort , I didn't realised I needed.
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