Amortentia | drabble series

• 02 •

Hubby No.1

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Shivaay was reclining on the couch near the pool when his wife came trotting in, muttering something to herself as was her customary habit. She came and sat down beside him, throwing off her high heeled shoes in the process in unknown directions.

"Oh God, I hate wearing all these heavy jewelry," She whined, moving her hand to open her long kundan earrings. "Whoever first said that marriage functions should require you to get so decked up should have been given a good beating!"

Shivaay chuckled at his wife's words, and sat up straight to help her with the earrings, since the way she was fiddling with it she would end up hurting her ear. It had been the engagement party of Rudra and Bhavya today, and she had of course taken the responsibility of arranging all the functions on her able shoulders. She had overworked herself the entire day, which was visible through her fussy demeanor.

"Calm down, love. Let me help you."

As Shivaay took to slowly and lovingly removing all her jewelry, Annika leaned back against his chest.

"I'm so tired," She said, a pout on her lovely face. "I don't have the energy to change."

After Shivaay had removed all her adornments, including her bangles, maangtika, and the heavy diamond necklace he had gotten her for the function, he easily picked her up in his arms and moved into their bedroom. Placing her down on the bed carefully, like she was a fragile doll, he proceeded to remove his own clothes first and stripped down to his boxers.

"Let me remove your make-up, or you'll complain about having a pimple tomorrow," Shivaay said with a teasing grin, as he looked for the make-up remover on their dressing table and poured it onto a cotton ball.

"This is Badi Ma's imported make-up, it won't give me pimples," Annika mumbled in her sleepy state, all the while tilting her head to give him better access. Shivaay chuckled at her cuteness, and gently rubbed the cotton on her face, wiping everything away with a wet tissue once done. When this was done, he unpinned her dupatta and kept it aside. She lay on the bed wearing only her silver, sleeveless choli with the same colored lehenga, bare of any make-up or jewellery, looking like an ethereal angel.

"Let me open your clothes, love." Shivaay said, and Annika only nodded. Unhooking her blouse, he shrugged it off her shoulder, followed by the skirt. Seeing her lying there sans any clothes except her red thong, Shivaay had an incredible urge to make love to her, but he knew that given how tired they both were, it wouldn't be a good idea. Noticing her tense muscles, Shivaay grabbed some body oil from the table.

"This isn't necessary," Annika mumbled, even as she turned on her stomach to give him access to her bare back. Lathering some oil onto her body and massaging gently to ease her strained muscles, Shivaay told her that it was necessary.

"You've been working so hard for the past couple of days, and will continue to do so for the next few days too, and I don't want you to get any sort of cramps. Let this relax you, baby." He only stopped when he had generously rubbed the oil on her back, shoulders, and all the way over her thighs to her ankles. As he went to wash his hands, Annika called out-

"Can you give me one of your kurtas, Shivaay?"

"Of course," Shivaay replied, and grabbing a black kurta from the wardrobe, made her wear it, before finally turning off the lights and joining her on the bed. She snuggled close to him and smiled in her sleepy state.

"Thank you for taking such care of me, Shivaay. I love you."

Shivaay pulled her closer to him by her waist and kissed the top of her head lovingly.

"Don't thank me, Annika. Being able to take care of you is my privilege, and I will happily do it for the rest of my life. And I love you more, baby."

With that, the two lovers fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.