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“I can't believe you're jealous of a child, Maan.” I exclaimed, gazing at my husband who had pulled me away from the nursery, pouting like a child himself.
I had visited him at work, but he was in a meeting, so I spent time with the little Ruh in the nursery.
But this possessive man, my husband, couldn't handle it and whisked me away from the nursery, and now he is sulking like a child.
I can't help but wonder how he'll react when we have our own children. The thought trembles my heart remembering about our unborn, yet I smile thinking about that day.
“Why does everyone want to take you away from me?” He complained, looking at me with a stoic expression.
I laughed at his words, and pinched his cheeks.
“Oh, my sweet baby.” I whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I... I'm not a little baby. Please don't treat me like one.” He stammered, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson.
“Of course.” I chuckled, unable to contain my amusement.
“Rikaaaa, don't tease me.” He pleaded, pulling me closer by my waist.
“Firstly, you're so incredibly beautiful that it's impossible for me to resist you, and then you break my heart by not giving me your undivided attention.” He complained, our noses brushing against each other.
"My dear, attention-deprived love, please control yourself. We're in your cabin.” I said, gently pushing him away.
"Exactly we are in our cabin. So, we can do whatever we want.” He whispered, pulling me back.
“Sharam kijiye." I said, turning into a red cherry.
“Woh tho tabhi bhul gaye the, jab aapko pehli baar dekha tha.” He replied like a shameless husband.
I blinked my eyes, gazing at him with an ‘are you serious’ expression. In response, he shamelessly nodded his head.
“My love, I love you in every way, but whenever you don a saree, my heart feels like it will burst out of my chest. Hayee meri biwi kitni khoobsurat hai.” He exclaimed, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead.
I blushed, unable to contain my smile at his playful behavior.
“Mr. Malhotra, you've said this countless times.” I teased, running my fingers through his beard.
“What can I do Mrs. Malhotra? Haar baar jab aapko dekhta hoon, aisa lagta sirf aap hi ko dekhta rahun.” He confessed, his eyes soft just like his heart. For me.
“Aap humse itna pyar kaise kar lete hain?” I softly questioned him.
“Mujhe aapse pyaar karne ka bahana nahi chahiye. Har baar aapko dekhta hoon, itni rahat hoti hai mano mujhe woh sab mil gaya ho, jo maine maanga tha, aur woh bhi jo main mangna bhool gaya tha.” He expressed, while gently touching my face and tracing my lips with his thumb.
