𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝟑𝟒. 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Eight blissful months of marriage have passed, and every day is a testament to our growing love.

I've been calling my wife since last 15 minutes. "Angel" a fitting moniker, considering the heavenly aroma wafting from the kitchen.

But my attempts to summon her are met with a playful rebuke. "An..." I start, only to be teasingly interrupted by her lively entrance.

"Aa gayi na, don't strain those vocal cords, husband." she said.

I pleaded innocence, "Baby, I can't find anything." But my wife was having none of it. She shot me a fiery glance and demanded, "Who's going to clean up this disaster, Mr. Malhotra?" I took a sheepish glance around the room, knowing I was the culprit.

Clothes were scattered everywhere, shoes were strewn about, and papers littered the floor.

My wife's finger wagged at me, her voice firm. "Clean this mess in 10 minutes. Now." I couldn't resist teasing her, so I gently nibbled on her finger.

She responded with her signature death glare, but I just smiled. Even in her most exasperated state, my woman looked captivating. Her spark and beauty left me enchanted.

I wisely chose to retreat, knowing better than to tease her further when she's in a fiery mood. But then, something unexpected happened - she burst out laughing.

Her expression softened, and she sauntered towards me, squeezing my cheeks affectionately. "Aww, my baby, you're so scared of me." she teased.

I couldn't resist; I dropped the shirt I was holding and swept her off her feet, cradling her in my arms.

My little wife needed a gentle reminder of who's boss - or so I thought. But as I looked into her sparkling eyes, I knew I was already wrapped around her finger.

I gently dropped her onto the bed and hovered over her, my body inches from hers. "Ansh," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I knew she was trying to resist, but I could sense the desire in her eyes. I started showering her with gentle kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, and finally, her nose.

Her eyes remained closed, her face a picture of serene surrender. But when I stopped, her forehead creased in mock annoyance, and I couldn't help but smirk. She was adorable when feigning frustration, and I knew she was secretly enjoying this tender moment as much as I was.

After few seconds I closed the distance between us and joined our lips together. She immediately gave into the kiss. My desperate baby.

I felt her out of breath after few minutes and broke the kiss. "Let me go, everyone must be waiting for me downstairs" she whispered.

"And what about me" I said and started leaving kisses on her neck and collarbone. I sucked on a spot earning a needy moan from her.

I pulled my face up to look at her. I turned us so the she was now on top of me. She clutched my hairs and started sucking and nibbling on it. I groaned at the feeling of her soft honey like lips on my neck. She bit and then sucked my skin. Exactly doing what I do with her.