Secret Love Story #wattys2017 (COMPLETED)

Something's Going On

Shah Rukh Khan-Late 2000 (Filler)

I bite my bottom lip as I slip my arm over Kajol's waist and begin to kiss her neck. I feel Kajol rest her hand on my cheek and giggle. 
"Not tonight," she mumbles letting her hand slide back to the mattress. I smile at her as I kiss her cheek and let my fingers play with the hem of her pyjamas top. 
"Mmm Shah Rukh I'm tired," Kajol mutters trying to push my hand away weakly, indicating she's torn between going to sleep or kissing me back. 
"Let me help you with that," I murmur against her ear before kissing her neck. Kajol laughs lacing her fingers with mine. 
"I've got to be up early tomorrow," Kajol sighs rolling onto her back and resting both her palms on my cheeks. I smile at her looking into her eyes. I can't believe we have been married for well over a year. It still feels weird looking at my right hand and noticing my wedding band but I like it. It gives me a thrill to think that we are bonded together. 

"Oh do you?" I raise my eyebrow making Kajol smile sleepily. She nods her head as I let my hands find their way to her waist. 
"You know I've got a meeting with Karan," she mumbles moving her hands to my shoulders. She squeezes them as I lean forward and kiss her lips. That's when she gives in and I feel her hands work their way to the bottom of my vest as she pulls it over my head breaking our kiss briefly. I smile at her as I pull Kajol on top of me tugging her top off and bringing her body towards mine letting our skin touch and the electricity spark between us. Whenever our bodies are together we make enough electricity to light up a small village and that's never going to change. 
"Mmm Shah Rukh," Kajol mutters against my lips. I pull back and smile at her waiting for her to continue speaking. She takes a deep breath puckering her lips before she lets her hands slip from my neck to the my chest. She taps her forefingers against my chest as I watch the thoughts running through her head. I place my hand under her chin and lift her face so it is inline with mine. 
"Is everything okay?" I ask. Kajol has been slightly off lately, a bit more distant than she used to be but I just put that down to her overworking. The smile on her lips is replaced by her biting her lip. 
"I think we should sell our apartments and buy a place together," Kajol blurts out. I feel like she's being a bit impulsive. We haven't even spoken about getting a place together and I don't get  how it would work when we've not even told her parents about us? There is definitely something going on to make her feel this way. 
"Kajol what is going on? I know there is something okay, I'm not blind. We are supposed to be husband and wife that means sharing each other's problems," I sigh feeling slightly frustrated. Kajol sighs too licking her lips nervously. This must be something big then?
"You know Ajay Devgn," Kajol says darting her eyes away from my face as a pink tinge arrives at her cheeks, "my parents have been getting really paly-paly with him. They think we should start going out and I've told them I don't want to but I just can't deal with family right now. They think they know what's right for me but they don't and I'm fed up Shah Rukh. I need a break and I want us to be together not sneaking around deciding whose apartment we're going to sleep in each night. I want stability!" I let my hand drop from her chin as a tear falls down Kajol's cheek. I wipe it away with my finger and place my forehead on hers. I knew there was something wrong. 

"We'll talk more tomorrow evening," I murmur, "after you've had your meeting and I've had lunch with my sister. We'll sort everything out." Kajol smiles sadly and nods her head. I'm going to sort this out. But how? Well I'm going to have a little chat with Kajol's parents.