Wooing His Wife | ✓

Chapter 16 - In Your Warmth

It took a minute for Shivaay to sink in the fact that she had actually said that, and another to gather his wits and put control back to place. He walked out to the living hall to see her comfortably seated on the sofa and switching the channels on the television. He looked at the hanging noodle from her mouth. Nothing could be done about her odd habits. His eyes once again glued themselves to her thighs. He walked and sat beside her. She straightened a little bit not expecting that. But she knew one thing, he wouldn't leave tonight. 

He snatched the remote from her and began switching the channels resting his left arm on the armrest behind her. She turned to him. "Manners? Where did you leave them?" She tried snatching the remote back.

"Look who is speaking!" He exclaimed dramatically stretching his arm away so that she couldn't get to the reach of the remote."You say a Thank You, by the way." He said mocking her.

"And look who is teaching that!" She made a face trying to reach to the remote control while keeping the bowl in her hand intact. "Erghh!"

"Anika, shut up and eat. Two minutes I will just see the stock prices and give the damned remote back. "

"You always say that, and take ten."

"Eat!"

"Remote!" She once again tried, which only resulted in her soft body colliding with his chest. Like her sweet fragrance wasn't enough! His eyes traveled at the view of her cleavage that got ample as she bent sideways, slanting over, to take the remote. 

"Anika, umm..your top!" He said and she quickly pulled back embarrassed and pulled her top up. He grinned.

She forgot she wanted the remote and quietly ate her maggi noodles. "Aren't you going home?" She asked to change the thick sensual atmosphere to a lighter one, as she felt his eyes occasionally reach her thighs and her arms which were exposed as she wore a sleeveless top.

"I called Rudra and told him to tell I am busy in a foreign conference call." He said causally pulling her back as she tried to get up. Taking the empty bowl from her hand he put it on the table and offered her his napkin. All the while his eyes, glued to the quickly changing graphs on the television screen. "Yes! I saw that coming!" He exclaimed with excitement as the figures on the screen changed.

She blinked and looked at the news anchor of the show barking about the opening of the European Market. Finding her opportunity, she snatched the remote back. Giving back the kerchief to him.

"Anika two minutes. " he pleaded. 

"No!" She smiled wickedly changing channels. Settling for one of her favorite RomComs. 

"You've seen that already!" He argued. 

"So? I have seen you also, yet I see you everyday!"

"Pathetic logic!" 

"Whatever!" She said her interest diverted to the king of Bollywood Romance SRK on the television screen. Shivaay rolled his eyes. Anything for staying with her. This was just tolerating two hours of overdramatic romance. He pulled her closer, she smiled and allowed.