Wooing His Wife | ✓

Chapter 19 - Unplanned Confessions

Anika entered his study and closed the door behind her. He looked up at the sound. 

"I need to talk!" She said carefully eyeing the empty glass which had just a thin ring of the purplish liquid that she had seen earlier. He drank it all! 

He stated at her, "Finally."

"Whatever!" She sighed walking up to him. 

He looked at her hair slightly out of place. Her gait carefree like always. Did she drink it? He wondered.

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"You did it?" Rudra asked impressed.

"I am so Sorry Anika!" Omkara said sighing. 

"Inform Bhaiya!" Rudra said.

"You know how guilty I feel. "

"I told Bhaiya, I would have done it, with pleasure. Look how much you are overreacting. Never mind, I will send Bhaiya a message." Saying that Rudta quickly typed a text to his elder brother.

"What do you think, will they talk or..?"

"Shut up Rudra. Goodnight! "

"Hey , O , Listen. Fine, whatever goodnight!" Rudra's voice trailed to ultimately disappear as Omkara did not stop.

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Shivaay smiled reading the message he received as though to answer his doubt. A winning smile. He then looked up and quickly walked to her. She looked slightly intimidated by his sudden walk to her. The way he stood close. His scent hitting her nostrils. She slowly began liking it. Minute and then another passed as they stared into each other's eyes. He came dangerously close to her and whispered over her eyes, "Dance with me!"

Anika blinked. Did she hear him right? She said she wanted to talk. Right? He was, now asking for a -dance?  Was she drunk or him? She gulped audible enough for him to know she did. She gently began moving her hand to his shoulder. The hint was enough for him to know. He pulled her hand and placed it over his shirt in a flash. Her breath hitched. Her hand could now feel his heartbeat. 

"No music?" She whispered softly. 

He smiled and tossed his phone on the couch after a few touches. Suddenly, a soft music filled the air. He pulled her closer. She reacted, by locking her palms around his neck. He bit his tongue inside his mouth feeling her fingertips on the skin of his neck. Her soft fingertips over his hairy tough neck. He pulled her by her waist such that their bodies made contact. Anika parted her lips at that, the anticipation building in her. 

Steadily, they began moving. His breaths appeared louder to her than the music. She could smell a weird sourish flavor from his mouth, in his breath, perhaps the cranberry juice. He pushed his face over her shoulder. His lips grazing her hair and ear as his hand tightly interwove with hers. She was like that cold brick of chocolate in a bowl put over boiling water–  melting slowly, steadily, heavily into the bowl.