Discordance

Chapter Seventy

Abhimanyu glanced down at Akshara's head resting on his chest and sighed softly, making her silky hair drift with his breath. They had a tough conversation the previous night and it seemed like Akshara was in agreement with him about waiting a while for kids. As much as he would have wanted to speed through this whole phase of their life, he couldn't be selfish with her. Not when everyone else in her life had always put her last. It was his duty to put her first and think of her wellbeing especially because she never would do it herself.

He rubbed his thumb over the apple of her cheek and stared at her sleeping form, careful not to wake her up, especially after how enthusiastic he had been with her the night before once they had disembarked from the yatch and once the thought of accidentally impregnating her had eased from his mind.

She looked so young and had an innocence about her that his heart somehow told him that he had made the correct decision, so what if he would have to tamp down his needs for her? He would gladly do anything for her and this was a small price to pay.

"Mmm" she moaned as she rubbed her cheek into his chest before going back to her dreamlike state and Abhimanyu grinned down at her, at the pouty lips and the blown-up cheeks. She was all he needed, and they will have children when she was ready and not a second before. Smiling at her face he sneaked out checking his phone for emails and texts, he had tried not to work at all and make sure all his time was hers but Akshara slept so much and so hard that he could sneakily get away with a lot of emails answered and phone calls.

Maybe he hadn't been as sneaky as he would have liked because Akshara moaned from behind him, "I thought you were going to relax" With a smile stretched wide across his face, Abhimanyu turned around only for his jaw to drop as he saw Akshara stretching her arms above her, the sheet pooling around her waist, exposing his chest to him making his mouth dry up. Before she could think and cover herself, Abhimanyu was over her in a second tickling her until she relented and gave him access to her body, a body he thought was specially designed to make him lose his head.

"But I don't wannaaa...I want to go back and swim" she groaned as Abhimanyu pulled her behind him on the stone steps leading up to the tiny hut where he had them booked for dinner. "Why can't we just be swimming?" she said and he didn't have to turn around to see her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. He could hear it in her voice.

"Because baby it will be fun." He said in a straightforward manner, hurrying over to their reservation without stopping knowing how convincing his little monkey could be when she wanted something from him and how gullible he was when it came to her.

Opening the small wooden door, Abhimanyu ducked inside pulling a still grumbling Akshara behind her who gasped a little as she took the small hut in. Pulling her into his side he kissed her head once before gesturing towards the chef with his other hand.

"It's a cooking class" he whispered when she still looked confused "I know you can cook, but I thought it would be a fun activity, plus I wanted to talk to you about something."

Abhimanyu felt her stiffen under his hold and he had to shake his head down at her, grinning softly. "Nothing bad, I promise" he said and before she could respond, he walked them over to the chef, making introductions. The chef he had hired poured both of them a glass of cold white wine as he explained how they would be making spaghetti from scratch with a special sauce.

As much as he wanted to give Akshara this unique experience of learning from some renowned chef while surrounded by crisp blue water, he had an ulterior motive. Ever since they had the talk the previous night about their future, he felt like Akshara was being slightly weird. She hadn't said anything but he was afraid he had spooked her and he wanted to observe her in a neutral setting which wasn't the bed where they weren't fully clothed and his brain was jumbled by his touch.