𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

68 Anniversary Special

ARJUN'S POV:

"Dekho na mera chehra kitna fika lag raha hai. Iska toh glow hi chala gaya hai," she said, looking at me through the mirror.
(My face looks so dull. The glow is gone.)

I turned her towards me and kissed her nose. She looked offended and a little angry. I made her sit on the slab, opened the drawer, and took out two face masks, passing them to her.

"Which one, baby?" I asked. She smiled and showed me a Mama Earth face mask of cherry flavour.

I helped wash her face and applied the mask. Then she asked me to apply it on mine too, and I obeyed without showing any tantrums. We both sat in the balcony on the swing, talking about random things. Half an hour later, we washed our faces and went to have dinner with Choti. Dinner went well, and I also informed the designer to bring the best red saree for Avni, a pink lehenga for my princess, and a red kurta with golden pajama for me. I personally instructed her that the dresses should complement each other.

After tucking Vedika into bed, we left her room. I looked at the clock—it was 10:30 pm. I still had time, so why not watch something? I played a series on Netflix, and we settled on the bed together. We started watching Mismatch Season 1. After two episodes, I looked at the clock—five minutes remained before our anniversary day began. I turned off the TV, and Avni looked at me.

"Aapne TV kyu band ki, Arjun?" she asked, offended.
(Why did you turn off the TV, Arjun?)

I just kissed her nose.

"Arjun, boliye na, aapne TV kyu band ki?" she asked again. I pulled her onto my lap.
(Arjun, say why you turned off the TV?)

I made her sit properly, her legs wrapped around my torso. She hid her face in my neck, and I began kissing her there. At sharp 12, my alarm rang. I turned it off and looked into Avni's eyes.

"Happy 1st Wedding Anniversary, meri jaan," I said. She looked shocked.
(My love.)

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and I quickly wiped them away.

"Aapko yaad tha?" she asked. I nodded positively.
(You remembered?)

"Happy Anniversary, Arjun," she said, and I immediately pressed my lips to hers.

We kissed for some time. Then I laid her on the bed and hovered over her, kissing her neck while she tugged at my t-shirt. I removed it, and she ran her fingers over my back and abs. I held her waist, pulling her closer, caressing her as I kissed her neck. Losing control, I rubbed myself against her. She moaned loudly, and I smirked. Then I sat up, taking her on my lap in the same position. She hid her face in my neck and began kissing me there. I groaned when she bit softly.

I quickly removed her t-shirt and unclasped her bra, removing it swiftly. She gasped, feeling me beneath her.

"Arjun," she moaned my name.

"Avni," I groaned hers at the same time.

I laid her on the bed and covered her with a blanket. Kissing her forehead, I quickly brought my shirt from the walk-in closet, made her wear it, and kissed her forehead again.

"Jaan, aap aaram karo. Main shower leke aata hoon," I said, and she nodded.
(Love, you take rest. I'll be back after a shower.)

A blush crept onto her cheeks as I went into the washroom for a cold shower. During the shower, I groaned her name several times. Afterward, I changed into sweatpants, lay beside her, and pulled her close. She rested her head on my chest, and I massaged her scalp. She fell asleep in my arms, hugging my torso. I smiled, watching her sleep peacefully.