I Found You

33.

"Adhira lag jayegi." Vikram pulled her back towards him, as she wouldn't stop pressing her head to the window of the car.

Each time the car hit a speed breaker, her head would bump against the window and she would wince.

"Sar ghoom raha hai." She mumbled cutely, hiding her face in his neck, her fingers gripping the collar of his shirt as she tried to climb onto his lap.

[My head is spinning]

"10 more minutes." He replied, helping her onto his lap and pressing a tender kiss onto her hair

Her gaze fell on his wristwatch before lifting up to meet his eyes. "My birthday starts in fifteen minutes." She said with excitement.

"Yeah," Vikram smiled warmly at her, only to earn a playful smack on his chest.

"Ab yeh kis liye?" H e asked, rubbing the spot where she hit him. This time, it really did hurt.

[Now what is this for]

"Stop being so hot." Adhira murmured, her eyes tracing the contours of his face with affection and admiration.

The man was truly handsome. Deep black eyes, framed by long lashes that always made her jealous, his slightly crooked but cute nose, and his full lips.

Damn! He was a complete package.

"And you stop being so jealous. I'm not going anywhere." Vikram said, his voice warm and reassuring.

Adhira wrinkled her nose playfully, her fingers idly twirling the gold chain around his neck. "I wasn't jealous. I'm possessive."

"Acha?" He responded, with a sense of contentment washing over him. It felt good to know that she felt the same way he did.

[Really]

"Han ji," She replied, nodding her head like an obedient child, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

[Yes]

"Or yeh itni gaaliyaan deni kab se seekh gayi aap?" He asked, while she let out a chuckle before answering, "Jab se aapse shaadi hui hai."

[And when did you start abusing. Since I got married to you]

As the car finally came to a halt in front of the hotel, he stepped before helping her out of the car, his arm securely wrapped around her waist as he paid the cab driver with his free hand.

"I'm tiredddd." She complained, her legs aching from wearing high heels all day.

"Let me carry you, then." He offered, as he bent down to lift her into his arms, while managing to hold her clutch in his left hand while cradling her securely.

"Yoo, come on, my Shaktimaan." She teased, patting his bicep. Her other arm wrapped around his neck for balance.

"Shaktimaan, huh?" He laughed, feeling a rush of pride. All those hours at the gym were paying off in the best way possible.

As they walked into the hotel, she nuzzled her face into his shoulder, trying to hide her flushed cheeks with his jacket as the receptionist passed them a knowing smile.