The car was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a nearby lamp of street casting a warm, golden hue. The air was silent. My mind racing to catch up with reality. There she was, my wife, sitting on my lap in the car in middle of the street. My world stopped as she kissed me suddenly. The kiss was soft and unexpected, like a burst of moon breaking through a cold night.
She was about to pull back but I couldn't control, I would not let her go so easily now after this fcking act. Just watch Woman.
I grabbed her neck from back with one hand, capturing her face in my hands. I kissed her back, pouring all the affection and passion I felt into that moment. Our lips met with a fervor that sent a thrill through my body, igniting a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface. All my emotions were seen.
Her hands finding their way to my neck. The world around us faded, the rush of cars and the sounds of the city becoming nothing more than a distant hum. It was just the two of us in that tiny car, lost in our own universe, where nothing else mattered. I kept kissing her and tasting every bit of her lips as much as I can.
I could feel her warmth radiating against me, her heart racing in sync with mine. The kiss deepened. Time stood still, and every worry or distraction vanished, replaced by the intoxicating blend of love and desire.
I slipped on her thighs. The next second, she hitted on my chest slowly. I realised she was breathless, even me. Both of us were breathless, I looked at her face all reddish.
"I want to vomit" she spoke. What the-! I quickly opened the car making her stand near the side of street. Of course that's beause of the crazy alcohol you drank my wife, not she, someone gave her. I will find out soon.
After 10 minutes, we were back to the car, she slept like a baby in the passenger seat. I took my coat out and covered her with that so she doesn't catch a cold and get sick.
30 minutes drive, we reached the resort. I carried her in bridal style, with my coat still covered over her and her heals in my hand too.I made sure she shouldn't wake up. Slowly I entered the room, and placed her on the bed. For a moment I looked at her lips, the scene replayed how she kissed me all of sudden and lost myself in her. Damn! What if she gets to know? She was drunk that time!
Sitting on the corner of the bed, I tucked her with a bedsheet. I was about to leave for the shower but I felt her catching my hand. I looked down at her, she was slightly awake and was holding my palms. "Mohsin-can I have that juice again?" She asked. A juice? "Which one?" I spoke back. She drank, not a juice Ig. "Mango one in the party" she giggled. Weird, a mango juice? A sudden realisation hit me, I sat next to her and asked "Can you tell me who gave you that juice?" She made faces and the best she said was no. Damn! How can I even expect her to say things when she is not fully concious. "Sleep like a good girl okay?" I said to convince her, she giggled and nodded. My good girl!
I took a quick shower, I need to find out that fcking man who mixed alcohol in her juice. I swear that shitty boy who was sitting next to her, I will kill him.
As I lay beside her in our softly lit bedroom, I couldn’t help but gaze at my wife, who was peacefully sleeping. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, a gentle reminder of her warmth and presence. The faint glow from the bedside lamp illuminated her features, casting a soft halo around her. In that stillness, I found peace. There was something profoundly beautiful about watching her rest.
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SHIVI'S POV
As I slowly stirred awake, a dull ache throbbed in my head, and I blinked against the bright morning light streaming through the curtains. The sunlight felt too harsh, piercing through the fog of sleep and hangover that enveloped me. My mouth felt dry. I kept my hand on my head. I opened my eyes fully, I was still in the party dress, the blanket over me and I was on a Bed! I tried to recall the events last night but I failed. I am sure Mohsin bought me here.
As I turned, I found Mohsin coming towards me with a cup. "Thought you need this," he said with a gentle smile, his eyes bright and warm. He approached the bed and handed me the coffee, the mug still steaming, filling the air with its comforting scent. I took it and looked at the cup and him. He himself was drinking one. "Thank you" I said and took a sip. It's so good, did he made that? "Why did-you made it?" a stupid question. Can't I leave my mouth shut. "Since you were drunk, you must drink it to avoid sickness wife" he said and I widened my eyes at the word Drunk. I don't drink! How can I be drunk!? "But-but I didn't, I don't" he took another sip and next spoke. "I know you are a good girl, it wasn't ur fault. The mango juice you drank last night was mixed up" he explained and I literally couldn't believe. So I really did consume it. No way!
Wait did I performed weired things last night then? Did I made him felt embarrass? Did I vomit? Did I spoke shits from my mouth???!!!! I looked at him, his face was all normal seems like nothing happened. Maybe he is just hiding from me. Mustering all courage I asked "Did I did anything when I - I was drunk?" he stopped drinking the coffee and paused for a moment.
TO BE CONTINUE....
