You Are Enough

Disha 𖹭

The brunch was over already with hot tea, Palak parathas and dahi. It was a lovely, peaceful Saturday; yet full of work, for me. Festivals are around the corner and our home needs some good cleaning. I was taking a break before I start cleaning as there was no rest after I start.

Aditya yawned and that reminded me about his work. I sighed as I knew he won't be able to help me since he was awake almost all night working on the project.

"I am going to sleep for some time", he yawned again and went towards the bedroom while I cleaned the dining table and started cleaning. Mirrors, doors, furnitures, photo frames -tiny speck of dust at the corners- everything required cleaning. The kitchen cleaning was kept for tomorrow and our bedroom- where Aditya slept was already cleaned yesterday. Which leaves me with two more rooms and living area.

After almost 2-3 hours of work and cleaning the floor as well; our home looked spick and span. Sneezing one more time due to dust, I washed my hands and carried a glass of water to the living room and sat down on the floor, stretching out my tired legs with a content sigh, finally relaxing after tiring work. It was almost evening and I was getting hungry too.

As I was busy admiring the cleanliness, I saw Aditya entered the room wiping his wet hairs. Seems he took a shower!

He looked everything which I did not at that moment- clean, fresh, energetic and relaxed. While I was messy, tired and stinky. He passed me a wide smile, which made him look handsome more than ever in his sweatpants and shirt. Ofcourse he looked more edible in his after shave look.

He came closer to me and I almost went to my la la land thinking he will be kissing me. Yes, I was a mess but a small peck would not do any harm!

I came out of my own world when he picked the glass from my hand and kept it away.

"You are so mean! I thought you would kiss me", I stated irritatingly and he chuckled.

"Aap pehele jaise nahi rahe Aditya!" I made a sad face and looked at him. He just rolled his eyes and replied "Because I know you better now. Your nose must be itching due to dust and you will start sneezing now."

As if on queue, I sneezed again and he gave me a I-know-you-very-well look.

Huffing, I got up and went towards bathroom, telling him to keep my towel and clothes in the room. I purposely stood there, folding my hands infront of him as I knew his asking-for-towel-and-joining-for-shower trick.

"Is your work done? Are you free atleast for the weekend Aditya?" I asked him and he passed me a wide smile saying yes. Squealing I clapped my hands together, jumping on my place as if I got a big lottery named Aditya.

My happiness was short lived as my stomach growled and I looked at him with tiredness, placing my hand on my stomach. "Make something, I am hungry."

"Yes! Me too. Take shower and come quick. Don't be late." I nodded enthusiastically and went to take a refreshing bath. Wrapping a towel around my wet hairs and wearing a fresh pair of clothes, I came out and stood infront of the mirror. The weekend begins now!

I heard the sound of knife and chopper, as if he was cutting something and I felt we are having a role reversal. I grinned widely as I kept the wet towel hanging to dry and strolled lazily towards the kitchen and stood near the entrance.

Resting myself towards the wall, I took some time to openly admire him. He was still doing his work of chopping onions and tomatoes. What he was preparing wasn't the matter at all. He was preparing something for me, for us, that was special. I know he did not know much about cooking full fledged meals like dum Biryani, stuffed Parathas, Grevi ki sabji.. but I did not know them perfectly either.

I strolled towards him, giving him a back hug, just the way he tries to take my attention when I am working. Feeling my arms around him, he chuckled and shaking his head he tried to focus on his work while I was enjoying his warmth and trying to relax after a tiring day.

"Disha let me work!", he said and I hummed lazily as he tried to gather more ingredients to make something. Well, I was having the precious time of my life.

"Aap bhi aase hi pareshaan karte ho! Ab meri baari", I hugged him more tighter and he shook his head at me. Seems my husband had a really nice sleep to be in a very good mood today.

He turned his head sideways and kissed my forehead. While I was relishing his loving touch, he turned around to take a bowl from behind the shelf and continued his work. I stood there, my full attention on him.

"Do you know what I want to do right now?" I blinked confusingly and he suddenly pulled me up by my waist and made me sit on the counter top.

"What-", my words died down when he placed his lips on mine and started kissing me passionately and lovingly. He stood between my legs and came more closer as I brought my hands in his hairs, gently pulling them and making him groan.

He took my lower lip between his lips and started sucking them passionately yet gently. His tongue glided smoothly against my soft lips and I felt goosebumps all over my body. I moaned in response as I pulled his hairs tightly and I heard his muffled groan in my mouth. He started sucking me more and I joined him too, by kissing his upper lips and sucking on them.

Soon enough, we parted and he attached our foreheads together, with eyes closed. I could clearly hear our fast breaths.

"This is what I want everyday, the moment I see you in the evening, after a tiring day", his response brought butterflies in my stomach and warmth in my heart, feeling his need and love towards me. The feelings are same Mr. Husband!

I slowly opened my eyes to see him looking at me with love. But our moment was interrupted when my stomach growled again with hunger. Bad timing!

Laughing lightly and giving me one more peck, he said, " Come on now, sit outside and wait for me as I bring something to eat". I smiled and sat on the chair near the dining table as an excited kid who would get a ready evening snack today.

Soon he brought mayonnaise and vegetable salad with bread- butter and hot tea. I quickly stuffed the filling in bread and made it a sandwich and we enjoyed the snack feeding each other, laughing our hearts out. He licked the corner of my lips which had remains of mayonnaise to tease me more making my cheeks crimson and heart skip a beat.

Sure, my husband may not know everything. He may not even know enough cooking. He may spend his whole week working without caring the world.

But he sure knows how to make me feel loved.

The End