The Ideal NRI Couple mistake

16 Neil

So this chapter is a bit bold but Neil had to what Neil had to :P

When I saw Ishani is that next to nothing lace number talking animatedly to someone at a bar. I felt punched in my gut, it scared me in ways I did not think was possible. She looked so hot and he was literally staring at her perfect body. I was in all mood to drag her out and back home. However to appear nonchalant I talked to Nishant and his group.

But I snapped when she went on a smoke break with him. What part of being married did she fail to understand? On the way back the car was awfully quiet. So much for romancing my wife. She struggled to walk straight. As I opened the door to the house, Ishani fell inside literally, "drunk as usual, are we?" I said bitterly. "And now you are dressing up like this to pick men, remember you married me Ishani?"

She turned around with bloody red eyes but without speaking she slapped me. "How dare you Neil. I know how to handle myself and my drinks. Take your damned words back."

And I lost my control, "Really Ish slapping me doesn't make much difference. Remember you drank and slept with me and that accident post drinking?" I grabbed her from her shoulders and slapped her back.  "What made you think I will appreciate my wife wearing such clothes, prancing in a club with another man?" I yelled. I knew I was loosing it but she was mine.

"Stupid man I dressed for you and that idiot came to say a sorry." She has tears in her eyes as she touched her cheek reddened by the slap. "Sorry Neil." I tore off her dress and kissed her wild. "Neil that was a new dress you idiot." She mumbled in my lips. "Wasn't worth wearing outside the house love " I moved aside that wisp of a thong she wore and started moving my fingers in her centre. I was blind with lust and anger. Its a powerful combination and as we made wild love I bit her shoulder as we came. I realised I was as possesive as indian husbands are expected to be. Seeing Ishani in a sheer maroon thong I knew tonight I would fuel my possesive love into lust. Kissing her I picked her and dropped her on the bed. I went down on her and had her begging for release.

And we spent the night in each other's arms continually making love. Deep, raw, passionate love. The anger was ebbing away but it was still there. I couldn't let Ishani run wild. She was scaring me and that wasn't what I expected myself to feel, ever.