𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"65. Spoiling Rudraksh with Love"

"Ek naye safar ki shuruaat kare,
Mohabbat se bhari kuch baat kare,
Ehsaason me behkar, hum ek dusre me sama jaye,
Kuch is tarah apne rishte ko aage badha kar,
Is pal ko ek haseen Raat kare"

-Vaidehi
(-Fictionflare_)
(Ruhaaksh)

Later that night, Ruhanika patiently fed both herself and Rudraksh, making sure he ate properly. She was tending to him like a baby, cutting his food into small pieces, ensuring he chewed properly, and even wiping the corner of his lips when needed. And Rudraksh? He was absolutely loving it.

It had been ages since someone had cared for him like this, and now that he was getting so much love and pampering from his wife, he didn't mind behaving like a spoiled child. He leaned into her touch, occasionally flashing her a teasing smile whenever she scolded him for not sitting properly or for trying to escape another bite.

After dinner, Ruhanika walked back into the room, holding a loose black vest in her hands. She gave him a pointed look as if daring him to argue, but Rudraksh only grinned, already looking forward to being fussed over a little more.

Ruhanika: "Suniye, ye thik rahegi na aapko ye araam dayak hai na??"
(Listen, is this comfortable for you? Will this be fine?)

Rudraksh: "Haa Ruhh, par kyu?"
(Yes, Ruhh, but why?)

Ruhanika: "Areh aap ab is shirt me thodi na so payenge, hum kapde badal dete hai aapke"
(You won't be able to sleep in this shirt, so I'll change your clothes.)

Rudraksh: "Ruhh, tum??"
(Ruhh, you?)

Rudraksh, with a slightly shy expression, asked his question. Noticing his demeanor, Ruhanika immediately came beside him.

Ruhanika: "Zyada na baniye mat aap, humne konsa aapko pehle bina shirt ke nahi dekha hai"
(Don't act all innocent! It's not like I haven't seen you without a shirt before.)

Rudraksh: "Uff, my Biwi is getting bold, huh?"

Rudraksh smirked and playfully teased her, enjoying the way her expressions changed. She pouted in response, making him chuckle.

Ruhanika: "Samajh rahe hai hum, aap sata rahe hai hume, band kijiye ye sab hum bas shirt badal rahe hai aapke, aakhein bhi band kar lenge."
(I know what you're trying to do—you're teasing me! Stop it. I'm just changing your shirt, and I'll even close my eyes.)

Rudraksh watched her with a soft smile as she closed her eyes and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. His heart swelled with affection at her innocence and trust. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for a moment before he whispered.

Rudraksh: "Ruhh tum dekh sakti ho, maine mana nahi Kiya hai, tumhe haq hai, jaana"
(Ruhh, you can look, I never said you couldn't. You have the right, my love.)

Rudraksh smiled as he watched her close her eyes, deeply contemplating his words. He had once told her that no one could look at her without her permission, and she had taken it to heart, so much so that she even applied the same rule to him, always asking before sneaking a glance at his abs. Wanting to tease her, he had casually told her that she could look at him freely. But the moment the words left his mouth, he realized he had made the biggest mistake of his life. He immediately regretted his words, but it was too late.

Ruhanika: "Areh hum jante hai hum dekh sakte hai aapko, par agar hum abhi aapko dekhenge toh phir hume aapke biscuits, humara matlab aapke abs ko chune ki ichcha hoti hai, kitne manmohak hai na, aap jante hai aaj kal hum aapke khano me zyada tel masale nahi dalte, hum nahi chahte aapke abs gayab ho jaye... Aaj kal toh hum aapke bheetar sote bhi isiliye hai taaki inhe chuu sake aur toh ......"
(Of course, I know I can look at you. But if I do, I'll feel like touching your biscuits... I mean, your abs. They're so attractive, aren't they? You know, these days I don't put too much oil or spices in your food. I don't want your abs to disappear. Actually, I've been sleeping close to you lately just so I can touch them... and also—)