I shut closed my laptop and took off my geeky black spectacles rubbing my eyes. Ahh all that editorial work!
I felt the sofa sink a Little and I could feel that warmth and enchanting fragrance in me already. Then and there two muscular tattooed arms engulfed me in them, and a set of wet and tender lips exfoliating my cheeks with the tongue.
I giggled a little as those unshaved since eternity beard made contact with my right upper neck and wiggled a little.
"Hey" he said letting me loose
"Your beard-"
"Complaining?"
"No" I laughed
He nodded and relaxed his body toying the remote
"So mr captain"
"Yes, miss editor"
"How's it going?"
"Do I need to answer that" he looked lazily
"Ofcourse!" I defended
"Don't you know?"
"Noooooo!" I bent closer "what happened" I whispered
"This happened" he said pecking my lips
"Ooooooo" I played along
We sat there for a minute or ten. Just kidding we'd passed an hour like that, swapping TV channels like colours in a rainbow and judging all of them like fucking critics.
(PS: I don't know what I meant 😂)
"Sab boring he" I remarked throwing a cushion at the TV screen showing crime petrol 😂
Can you imagine we had reached the height of judging crime petrol! One hell of a show! Like you might start doubting your child after watching it that it's your child's fucking behroopia and your real child has been kidnapped by fucking ISIS and is rotting in Siberia right now.
"Bhak" he smashed the remote
I laughed at his cute expressions of annoyance and boredom
He sighed and looked at me with those typical 'let's take it to bed' eyes
And I have back those typical 'not in a mood' eyes
"Come on!" He whined while laughing at his stupid stubbornness
"No, we both know how tired we are" I pulled his cheeks
"I'm not tired, you are. Y O U" he pointed at me
"Noooooo" I stood up tired of sitting
"Then chalooooo" he jumped up
"Noooooo" I fell on the couch back again
"Yaar kaise ho? Itne hot lardke Ko dekh kar bhi feelings nahi jagte" he crossed his arms
"Kaha he hit lardka!" I said looking around to tease him
He stood there with a stern face, arms crossed
"Oh Tum kya?" I got up
"Nahi, apna pardosi Sharma uncle!" He taunted
"Eh, Sharma uncle is not hot" I made pukish face
"No one is hot for you but you" he mocked
"No no, there's one more person too" I said cupping his cheeks and continued "and that, person, is my dear Cheeku!" I said squeezing his cheeks
"Oye, pagal he kya" he waved off my hands
How cute he is. 🤗 Hayee
You could be my dinner, night snack, breakfast, lunch, supper...
