Equations Of Love

21

"All you are is all I ever need"

DIYANSHI'S POV

It had been three days since the wedding, and nothing unusual had happened. I went to my office, Ayushman went to his, and every evening, he cooked dinner. We slept in our respective bedrooms, and nothing felt different.

This lack of change was starting to bother me. I had thought things would change after everything that had happened, but we were still stuck in the same routine.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was the only one desperate for something more. Did Ayushman see me as a woman? He had said he loved me, but maybe he just loved me and not my body. But why did I even want him to love my body? I cursed myself for these thoughts.

My periods were over, so I couldn't blame hormones. Was I physically attracted to him? The thought made me feel doomed. Maybe if I avoided him for a few days, the feeling would go away.

As we reached home that evening, I rushed out of the car and went inside my room, hoping to escape these confusing emotions. After a while, Ayushman knocked on my door, asking me to join him for dinner. I declined, saying I wasn't hungry.

"Open the door," he insisted.

Reluctantly, I opened it. "I'm not hungry," I repeated.

"What did you eat today?" he asked.

I was about to lie when my stomach growled loudly. Ayushman laughed, making me more embarrassed and angry.

"Don't laugh," I snapped, turning away.

He stopped laughing and hugged me from behind. "Okay, I'm sorry. But tell me, why were you not willing to eat when you're clearly hungry?"

I couldn't tell him I wanted to avoid him. "I'm on a diet," I said instead.

He went silent for a moment, then gently turned me to face him. "And may I know the reason you're on a diet?"

"Because I'm becoming fat," I said, pouting.

"No, you're clearly not fat. You're just chubby," he said, pinching my cheeks.

I glared at him. "It's the same thing."

"But I like that you're fluffy and soft," he said, hugging me again.

"And what part of me is soft, Mr. Sharma?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Every part, Mrs. Sharma," he said.

"For example?" I challenged.

"Your boobs," he said with a mischievous grin.

I looked at him, incredulous, and then elbowed him in the stomach. "You're a pervert."

Ayushman laughed. 

"Okay, okay, you're neither chubby nor fat, so stop starving yourself and come down to eat. I made Shahi paneer."

At the thought of Shahi Paneer, I forgot about everything else and rushed after him. Because, of course, food is a priority. While I was eating, he mentioned he had a gift for me.

"Why?" I asked, surprised.

"Why not? I just wanted to give you a gift, so I'm giving you one," he replied with a smile.

I looked at him curiously as he passed me a box after we finished eating. I opened it to find a beautiful bottle-green dress. 

"It looks pretty," I said, admiring it.

"I thought it would look beautiful on you," he said.

"Okay, let me try it on real quick," I said, rushing to my room.

 It was a bodycon dress with the finest detailing. It was stunning. I put it on, but I couldn't zip it up from behind. Panic set in. Had I really gained weight? I tried hard, but the zipper wouldn't budge.

There was a knock on the door. 

"It's been 30 minutes since you went inside. Are you okay?" Ayushman asked.

Fighting with my thoughts, I replied, "No, it's not zipping."

There was a moment of silence. 

"Can I come inside?" he asked.

Can he? I hesitated but then said, "Okay."

He entered and approached me. We were very close. He touched the bare skin of my back where the zipper was stuck, and I shivered slightly at his touch.

"Let me help you," he said gently. He carefully pulled up the zipper, his fingers brushing against my skin. I could feel my heartbeat quicken.

He zipped it, and I turned to look at him, but he was staring elsewhere. The dress had a deep neckline, and he was staring at my cleavage. 

I covered it with my hands. "Pervert," I said. "Stop looking at my boobs."

He chuckled and murmured, "Dekhne ke liye kuch hona bhi toh chahiye."

 ( There should be something to see)

"What the fuck?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing," he said, but he was still smiling. "You look beautiful."

"What do you mean by there's nothing to see?" I asked furiously. "How could you make fun of my boobs?"

"I meant what I said," he chuckled again.

"What?" I asked furiously, removing my hands from my chest and showing him. "Look, they are perfectly developed."

"I can't see," he said.

"Do you want me to open and show?" I asked bluntly.

"Of course you can," he said with a smirk.

I realized what I had just said, and my face turned red. 

"What's wrong with your face?" he asked.

"It's just blush," I stated.

"Let me see," he said, touching my face.

"Don't," I said, removing his hand from my face, but he held my hand, looked at me straight, and pulled me close to him.

"Your face is hot," he said.

"No," I protested, fanning my face.

"Diya," he said softly. I looked at him just as he kissed me. The kiss was soft at first. "You're always beautiful to me," he whispered before kissing me harder. 

His tongue entered my mouth, and he was literally devouring me. His hand reached behind me, and he unzipped my dress. I gasped for air as he pulled back, trailing kisses along my neck, then my collarbone, and down to my cleavage, where he bit gently.

"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.

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Upcoming: He removed his shirt, revealing his abs and toned stomach.

"You can touch them," he said. I reached out, my fingers tracing the hard contours. "It's all yours," he said, continuing to kiss me.