Equations Of Love

20

"You're my greatest adventure"

NOTE: This chapter and after this will have some mature content. Of course, it's not a smut scene YET or might be there super soon. But since I have zero idea about my audience it's good to leave a caution. Okay now go ahead. Read at your own risk.

AYUSHMAN'S POV

Without waiting for her response, I kissed her hard. My lips crashed against hers, and I felt her gasp in surprise. The kiss was intense, filled with all the pent-up emotion and desire I had been holding back. My hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, as her fingers tangled in my hair.

I kissed her again, deeply and with more urgency. Her moan vibrated against my lips, her hand gripping my hair tighter. My other hand slid down towards her lehenga, pulling it up and sliding my hand to touch her thigh. Her skin was warm and soft under my touch, and she shivered, holding onto my leg. Her other hand was on my bare waist, pulling me closer. One of her hands was in my hair, the other playing with the buttons on my kurta, fumbling to open them.

My mouth moved to the nape of her neck, trailing kisses down her delicate skin and biting gently. She moaned in pain, her body arching into mine. My hand moved to the strings of her blouse, loosening them and revealing her bare back. Her skin was smooth, and I pulled her even closer, our bodies pressed together. We shared another deep kiss, full of raw emotion, our breaths mingling.

She pulled back slightly, whispering, "Ayushman."

"What?" I asked, trailing kisses down to her cleavage, feeling her heart race against my lips, making her gasp.

"I feel..." she started, but stopped, her face contorting slightly.

I looked up, concerned. "What happened?"

"I feel like vomiting," she said, making me look at her in disbelief.

I pulled back, the intense moment shattered. She looked at me with wide eyes, and I could see the seriousness in her expression. I sighed, frustration bubbling up.

"You have found new ways to get revenge," I murmured to myself, shaking my head.

DIYANSHI'S POV

The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. My first instinct was to reach out for Ayushman, but the space beside me was empty. I scanned the room and found him talking on the phone, pacing near the window. Groaning, I fumbled for my phone and checked the time. It was 1 o'clock.

I blinked in confusion, my brain sluggishly processing the information. "Huh?" I blurted out loud, startled by how long I had been sleeping.

Ayushman ended his call and walked towards me. "What's wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

"You didn't wake me up until now," I complained, rubbing my temples as the headache intensified.

He looked at me in disbelief. "I tried, but you were in such a deep sleep that you didn't wake up."

I hissed in pain as a sharp throb pulsed through my head. Ayushman's expression softened. "Brush your teeth and I'll be right back," he said, leaving me puzzled.

Dragging myself out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom and freshened up. When I returned, Ayushman was back, holding some medicine and a glass of water. I glanced around, confused. "There's water and a glass in our room too," I pointed out.

He didn't respond, instead gently making me sit down and handing me the water. As I sipped, I realized it was honey lemon water.

My mind whirred, trying to piece together why he would bring that. Suddenly, flashes of last night came rushing back, and I paused, mid-drink, looking at Ayushman with a sinking feeling.

"So, you remember?" he asked, his tone neutral but his eyes twinkling with amusement.

I felt a wave of embarrassment crash over me. I crawled back to the end of the bed, trying to put some distance between us. "What am I supposed to remember?" I asked, attempting to sound innocent.

"So you don't remember?" he pressed.

"No," I lied, hoping to deflect the conversation.

He sighed, then said with a sly smile, "It's okay, my wild cat. I'll make you remember."

Before I could react, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were warm and demanding, and I froze. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer.

"What's the use of having a husband who is older if he doesn't know anything? They say older men are more experienced, but my husband is zero in romance," he repeated my words from last night, each syllable dripping with playful mockery.

"I didn't say such a thing I just said  What is the point of having a husband older than me when he behaves like this?", I stated. Shoot I'm caught.

I wanted to sink into the ground. What had I done? He bit my ear gently and whispered, "I was controlling myself only to find out my wife thinks I'm zero in romance."

He trailed kisses down my neck, biting softly, sending shivers through my body. "So, I should start showing her how much I know," he murmured against my skin, looking into my eyes with a mischievous glint.

"I didn't mean it like that, Ayushman," I stammered, trying to defend myself, but he cut me off with another kiss, this one deeper and more urgent.

Suddenly, I realized I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts instead of my lehenga from last night. I broke the kiss, asking, "How did my dress change?"

He smirked, continuing his kisses. "I did."

I cursed myself, feeling my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He chuckled, noticing my discomfort. "It's okay, Diyanshi. We're bound to see everything eventually. No issues if I saw it earlier than expected. If you want to make it equal, I can undress now."

I felt even more embarrassed, wanting to hide somewhere. He kissed me again, this time more passionately, but we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Ayushman cursed under his breath, and I seized the moment, storming into the washroom. I leaned against the door, my heart racing as I replayed everything I had done yesterday.

From outside, I heard Ayushman's voice. "Take the medicine for your hangover. I'm going out. You can come out now."

I took a deep breath, staring at my reflection in the mirror. What had I done? How had I let myself get so drunk and make such a fool of myself in front of Ayushman? The embarrassment was almost too much to bear.

Stepping out of the washroom, I found the glass of water and the medicine he had left on the nightstand. I swallowed the pills, hoping they would ease my pounding headache and clear my muddled thoughts.

As I sank back onto the bed, I couldn't help but think about Ayushman's words. He had laughed and teased, but there was a sincerity in his actions. He had cared for me, even when I was at my most vulnerable and embarrassing. And despite my drunken rant, he had shown me kindness and affection.

Maybe I had underestimated him. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to this marriage and to Ayushman than I had given him credit for. As I closed my eyes, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, knowing that no matter how awkward or embarrassing things got, we were in this together.

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Upcoming: "Do you have some kind of attachment to my cleavage? You're being too involved with it," I asked, breathless.

He chuckled. "I have an attachment to all of you," he said before kissing me harder. My toes curled, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. One of his hands rested on my waist, while the other trailed up and down my back.