𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"32.Wrapped in Love "

"Vo mere seene kya lage
Maano sari duniya ka
Sukoon meri baahon
Me sama gaya"

-Fictionflare_
(Ruhaaksh)

Rudraksh: "Ab maine kya galti kar di jo meri Ruhh mujhse thodi si naraz ho gayi hai???"
(What mistake did I make now that my Ruhh is a little upset with me?)

Rudraksh playfully brushed his nose against hers, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he asked in a gentle, teasing tone.

Ruhanika: "Hum thode se nahi bahaut naraz hai."
(I’m not a little upset; I’m very upset.)

Ruhanika stood with her hand on her waist, glaring at Rudraksh with all the intensity she could muster. Her pouty lips and furrowed brows might have looked intimidating to anyone else, but to Rudraksh, she was utterly adorable. Still, he knew better than to laugh—it would only add fuel to the fire of her playful anger. Instead, he reached out gently, taking her hand off her waist and intertwining his fingers with hers before pulling her closer by the waist.

She placed her palms on his chest, her glare softening slightly but her pout still firmly in place. Her big, expressive eyes continued to bore into his as if silently scolding him, but Rudraksh couldn’t help the warmth that spread in his chest. Suppressing the chuckle that threatened to escape, he leaned down and pecked her lips softly, breaking the tension in the most tender way possible.

The moment his lips touched hers, her bravado melted away, replaced by a shy smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. Her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as she quickly buried her face in his chest, trying to hide her embarrassment. Rudraksh chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

Rudraksh: "Kya ab bhi naraz hai Mallika-e-Aksh??"
(Are you still upset, my queen?)

Ruhanika shot him another look, her eyes narrowing into a sharp glare that carried a clear warning.

Ruhanika: "Haa naraz hai hum aapse, jhuth bola hai aapne humse."
(Yes, I’m upset with you. You lied to me.)

Rudraksh's expression turned into a frown as he absorbed the allegations.

Rudraksh: "Kaise jhuth jaana??"
(How did I lie, sweetheart?)

Ruhanika: "Aapne kaha aapko vo French kiss karna nahi aata, phir hume abhi kaise kiss kiya aapne?? Vo bhi itni der tak."
(You said you didn’t know how to French kiss. Then how did you kiss me just now? And for so long?)

Rudraksh's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He was utterly shocked that after sharing such a beautiful and intimate moment in their lives, his wife had managed to bring up such an unexpected question. It left him completely flabbergasted, teetering on the edge of amusement and exasperation. For a moment, he simply stared at her, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. Should he laugh at the sheer innocence and timing of her query, or should he cry over his predicament? His wife had an uncanny ability to turn any heartfelt moment into a whirlwind of unexpectedness, and Rudraksh couldn’t decide if he admired or feared it.

Ruhanika: "Bataiye, Varna hum baat nahi karenge aapse."
(Answer me, or I won’t talk to you.)

Rudraksh snapped out of his trance, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he seemed to gather his scattered thoughts. He gently leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers in an intimate gesture of connection and comfort. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as if seeking solace in her presence, his breath mingling with hers in the quiet stillness.