ANUSEENA ~ WHISPHERED PROMISES OF LOVE

🤎||~Part 24~||🤎

Continued...

~Haseena~

His hot breath meeting my neck is causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin. However, it makes my heart to beat in peace. My long fingers are busy tangling with his messy hairs while my other hand is roaming all over his bare back. His long eyelashes kissing his cheeks with his lips slightly parted, making him look so adorable. Aww, how much I love those nights when his whole weight is over me.

Hafta ho gaya hai uss hatse ko, humare sare ghav bhi bhar chuke hai but my husband still can't get it out of his mind. Though he tries to walk around putting on a smiley mask, but I am not that fool. I can see the fear on his face. Not really fear but the helplessness he felt towards me at that moment. 

I promised myself that I will never make him feel inferior, never make him feel helpless. But maybe,
I failed...

He is heartbroken, disappointed with himself. He is not ready to leave me alone. He wants me close, to make his heart content. To assure that I am safe and sound and thus on top of this he has completely ignored his work these days, even God knows what excuse he made for a leave as he supposed to report Delhi yesterday. Maybe he is scared, he thinks if something happens to me again then he will not be able to do anything or maybe he thinks, my love will subsid after what had happened.

I was actually very scared when I got to know from Dadu that Anubhav was already out in my quest. I was worried where he would be looking for me and where he would be roaming in such a crowd....ughh Haseena stop now. It is a thing of the past. Remembering it, will do nothing. forget it, and make sure to erase the same from his mind.

I let out a sign and place a small kiss on his forehead before diving into deep slumber.

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My Handsome is making faces while giving me wide access of his cheeks to Adam's apple. I am doing my work with utmost concentration while he is only busy doing mischief on my back, playing with the string of my blouse. Kuch bhi ho jaye, mauka nahi gawana hai bass inhe. All thanks to my saree which is giving him the access he needs. 

"Ughh... Anubhav... jara chup rahenge. Shanti se baitha nahi ja raha kya!" I yelled being irritated jerking away his hand which was trying to untie the string.

"Humne kya kiya...." he uttered innocently. 

Aww... How much I want to Kiss this man...
umhum... concentrate Haseena or else Moochhe kat jayengi which you surely don't want.

"Jyada natak mat kariye aur hume distract karne ki koshish toh bilkul bhi mat kariye ga. Agar galati se bhi Moochhe kat gayi na... yaad rakhiye ga chodenge nahi hum aapko...." I warned him sternly.

"Wah bhai, ye kya baat hui... Humari shaving karo tum aur moochhe katne par tum humper hi ghussa karogi..." he complained.

Yes, I am giving him a good shave while sitting on his lap on the couch which is in our balcony. Just a gentle trimming not actually shaving. I do love his moustache and his slightly bearded cheeks. They make him look handsome beyond limits. 

"Ji haan Mister. Ab chup rahiye aur hume apna kaam karne dijiye." I said. But my words had no effect on him as he continued his work on my back. His moving fingers sending tingling sensations down my spine, forcing me to suck a deep breath. at last, the razor slipped down my hand as I gripped hard on his shoulder when he succeeded in undoing the string.