Mr. Besharam Singhania

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Mr. Besharam Singhania

It's the third time Kriya came out of bathroom and here Mr. Singhania was sleeping peacefully after keeping her awake till late night. It's been few days Kriya was feeling sick, but today's morning sickness was unbearable and she knew very well the reason behind it. After all she had been in this situation before also and all credit goes to her husband Mr. Besharam Singhania. Kriya stood in front of the dressing table; ignoring the numerous bites and marks on her creamy skin she got herself ready for the day. As usual her eyes flew down to the red chudiyaans that were hanging on the holder. Kriya loved kach ki chudiyaans in fact she still loves them like anything. Its jingling sounds and the feeling of being a married woman gives her sheer blissful feeling. Alas those are not for her because khanaknese zyada these break in her hand the most and off course the cut that she gets are not less painful while leaving marks in her wrist for days. Therefore, she gave up on wearing them and again credit goes to her so called besharam husband.

Kriya looked one last time at the mirror and moved toward the bed. She took her spot maintaining a safe distance from it or rather to say from HIM. Today she will not let him get his way through her; even though it was of no use; still she tried "Rey utho subah ho gayi hai aur kitna souge?" No reply...she tried again knowing he would not budge so soon "Rey tum uthoge ke nahin??" Again no movement no sound...this time Kriya moved little closer but not close enough for him to catch her. She knew it's going to work this time because her inhaling scent was enough to drive him crazy. He was lying down in his stomach, wrapped in the blanket, facing the other side but her sweet scent was something he could recognize anywhere or everywhere. Fail to bear her tease anymore he finally replied with closed eyes "JAAN sone do na, tumne raat bhar joh jagaya mujhe"Kriya's mouth fell open in surprise hearing his nonsensical talk. Immediately she moved away to the couch which was placed right across the bed and dropped down there with suffice irritation. She murmured to herself "utter nonsense"...with serious tone she asked "for the last time, are you going to wake up or not??" Rey with his innocent melting voice "ab mera uthne ka kya hai, main yeh chahta hoon tum bhi phir se so jaao; you know pillow se zyada tumhari company mujhe pasand hai"...

"Achha... comfort chahiye, milegi na zaroor milegi" saying she started throwing all the pillows she had on the couch, but Rey knew this avatar of his wife. He only had to cover his face with the blanket, but definitely didn't forget to chuckle on her behavior. Least to say Kriya was huffing puffing after one sided cute pillow fight, where Rey was still sleeping peacefully. Kriya felt like pulling out her own hairs, why did she even bother to call him?? Make him agree with something only means waste of time because as he was Mr. One Track Mind Singhania; only does things that satisfies him. Kriya lost her patience, she began again "Rey tum bohot dheet kisam ke insaan ho na, kabhi koi baat nahin maan sakte aur tumhe dekhke yeh bhi believe hogaya ke insaan jaagte jaagte sota hai...He again followed mission "I'm not speaking"..."you know you are impossible...tum jaan bujhke yeh saab karte ho..raat ko meri neend kharab karte ho aur subah tumhari yeh bachho jaisi harkate"...realizing her pillow shower is over Rey cheekily stated "samajh hi gayi toh bata kyun rahi ho??" Kriya shockingly yelled "Kya?? Toh phir theek hai, mein aaj hi Papa ke ghar chali jaungi"...this time Rey immediately (Rey's weak place) "aisa sochna bhi mat aur kabhi yeh khayal bhi tumahri dimaag se guzre toh peechli baar ka sochlena"...as soon as she remembered "peechli baar" she let out a gulp...Kriya getting angry + moving to her parents' house = embarrassment. Last time his besharmi and unbelievable deeds proved that real well and she doesn't want to repeat it again cuz it was way too embarrassing.

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