The Charade

32| 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊

ADHIKRIT'S POV

I sighed as I watched her retreating figure. "We'll continue this later," I muttered, ending the call.

Standing up, I followed the path she had taken.

"Kashi," I called out when I saw her pulling a packet of noodles from the cabinet. Stepping closer, I gently took it from her hands. Her back was against my chest, but she didn't turn to face me.

"I'm sorry, baby," I whispered, planting a kiss on her hair. She jabbed her elbow into me, making me groan.

"Nahi aata apko samjh aapse baat nahi karni hume," she snapped.

(Can't you understand I don't want to talk to you?)

My siren was angry. She turned around, glaring at me with fiery eyes, hurt and upset.

Her chubby cheeks looked so tempting; this pregnancy had made her even cuter. She was glowing like a full moon, all the time.

"Baby," I tried to move closer, but she pushed me away with a glare.

"I don't need your help! Keyword: don't!"

I rolled my eyes and approached her again, only her belly kept us apart; otherwise, I could feel her breath on my face.

"I'm just helping my wife. Keyword: my wife." My voice grew possessive at the end. She was my wife, and I had every right to help her.

She pouted, her lips adorably pursed. "Give me some privacy, Mr. Agnihotri!" she demanded, frustration creeping into her voice.

She tried to walk away, but I was quick to grab her hand. She gasped, her back now pressed against my chest. Leaning down, I whispered, "Sweetheart, you should appreciate the privacy I give you. Otherwise, I'd be inside you, twenty-four-seven, invading not just your space, but all of you."

My face nuzzled into the crook of her neck, and my hand wrapped around her baby bump, just below it, as if I was holding the weight of our child. Her scent was intoxicating, she smelled like she was meant to be mine.

"Shameless," she whispered, making me smile. I kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder, and she moaned.

My lovely, horny wife.

"It's okay, baby," I reassured her, pulling back to kiss her cheek from behind.

She inhaled sharply and pulled away.

"Nothing is okay," she spat, her eyes filling with tears. These pregnancy hormones were taking their toll on her again.

"You know you're always so busy and don't give me any time. I don't complain, but when I finally have a moment with you, there's always a problem. Can't you see? I just need some time with you!"

"Sweetheart, I was working," I tried to explain, but her vulnerable expression made my heart ache.

"You're always working. Kitna kaam hota hai aapko? Pure desh ko aap hi sambhal rahe hain kya?" she yelled, tears streaming down her face.