Misconceptions ✔

Chapter 12: Dinner to muse on

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Radhika keeping her word of not sleeping on the bed made her way to the sofa that she so staunchly hated earlier. Arjun let out an exhausted sigh watching his wife. What can he do when he got a stubborn woman as his wife? Even if he ever succeeded in making her believe that those are not the words he was thinking to speak to her, he is so sure she is going to take sofa as her bed even then. That night changed the equation between them, after all. She didn't voice out her feelings but she is so transparent about her feelings. She is jealous of his stalker. He chuckled reminiscing the way his wife led the lady out of the party. (If only he knew to what extent his wife has gone to get rid of his stalker.) One thing he feared the most at the party was about the stalker. He didn't want her to make a scene in the party that hosted almost every minister of the state and the reporters who are waiting for a scandal to break out. Thankfully she didn't make a scene and he breathed a sigh of relief when she left the party. Even a blind man could see the advances she had thrown to him. He is so lucky to have a wife like Radhika who has firm feet not only in her career but also to deal with her family matters. Is it only she who can do such things so effortlessly or every female is blessed with that intuition? He doesn't want to think about any other woman as long as Radhika is on his side. He loves her so fiercely that no power on earth can separate him from her, other than Radhika, of course, who is hell bent to put a distance between them. What can he do to make her trust him like a woman trusts her man? He has to wait for the right time to move on to the next step. God only knows how he will endure this pain of keeping distance between them.

On the other side, Radhika made herself comfortable on the sofa, the sofa doesn't trouble her any more than her husband. How dare he talk to her so shamelessly? He wants to make love to her? When did they become so close that he is harbouring such thoughts? Truth to be told, she is equally besotted with him, that doesn't mean she talk such things aloud. She will go through gates of hell before discussing such thoughts with him. On the contrary, she didn't feel offended a bit by his proclamation; instead, she felt a thrill pass through her body when he said those words. He looked so cute when he closed his eyes so tight maybe expecting a blow from her side. She wanted to laugh so hard that time but held back her chortle because she didn't want him to be embarrassed any further. Even if he wanted, she would not have kicked him for sure. But she steeled herself of the emotions he is evoking in her; she cannot move this charade forward when she knew at the back of her mind he can never be hers. She didn't want to be rude to him either when he said she will be with him very soon but she didn't want his feelings to take another form before she can constrict those feelings. So she snapped ruthlessly, she didn't expect his anger at that point. She thought she saw some pain cross his beautiful eyes that bore into her very soul whenever he saw her. When he asked about not talking about such things for the first time, she was in a dilemma to witness such an angry expression on his face. That was the first time to see him so angry, after all. When he asked her the second time, she knew she should answer him in positive or else he would have busted into fits of anger. And so she did the same and answered him yes. He cooled his anger and was back to his naughty self. God!! Will she ever get tired of his naughty nature?? She hoped against hope that she doesn't get enough of him for eternity. She should keep her distance from him now, that dance already put her nerves on fire, and she didn't want her body to burst into flames when he touches her when they lie on the same bed. And so here she is on the blasted sofa which is not at all comfortable when she is trying to twist her body to the other side. She let out a yawn and let herself drift into sleep where she is romancing her husband without any barriers between them.