Isha was looking at me -staring at me- for quite some time until she realises she had to answer.
"Right. You don't know yet." She replied persuing her lips. I looked at her in amusement which kept growing every passing second.
"So I joined the pottery making classes yesterday." She finally said and looked up from my collar to my eyes. She was nervous, I could feel that. I didn't like it when she's nervous.
So I smiled at her to ease her up.
"Really? That's amazing! Pottery is creative." I said and kissed her forehead, to release all of her nervousness. And it worked as she visibly relaxed.
"Aren't you angry at me?" She asked me with her doe eyes. Anyone can melt at them, I'm a mere mortal in love.
"No love, why will I be? You aren't doing drugs." I chuckled when she gave me a cringy look at my sentence. "Okay. That actually makes me feel a bit better. But hey! What I mean is I didn't ask for your permission or inform you prior for it. Is it....ok?" She looked at me and asked cautiously.
I sighed.
"Ofcourse it is! I'm your husband, not Hitler that you have to take my permission. You make your own decisions. And for your instance, no I don't mind that you didn't tell me prior. Though I'd love to know the reason." I said, tracing my fingers on her bare waist soothingly. She's so soft!
"Well, thank you, thank you! I'm emotional now." Isha wiped her fake tears making me roll my eyes playfully.
"And well, the reason is the case you're working on right now. You've been coming home so tired and exhausted that we are going straight to bed after dinner for last three days. That's why." Isha shrugged and her hands were back on my pendant. She loves to play with it, and I love it when she plays with it.
"I see....so just because ot that?" I asked her. She nodded. I sighed again. "Listen here, wifey. I don't want you to hide anything related to you or anything you consider important from me, just because I was tired of exhausted. I want you to tell me every single thing that you want to. Got it?" I asked her, making her look up at me by raising her chin.
She was clearly taken aback by my words, which made me smile. And when she finally nodded wordlessly, I let go of her. "Good. Don't hide anything from me. I love you hear your voice." I winked at her and leaving her waist, I went to our bedroom to freshen up.
Pottery making classes? Interesting...
is he too fictional? I feel so..
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RomanceDisha was a housewife, until she decided she could be more than that. And her husband, Arsh couldn't be more proud of her.