Mystique || Rikara OS Book

The Obstinate Husband

Omkara, get your hands off my waist.

Om, get your hands off my thigh.

Om, hands off my neck.

Om. Hands out of my top!

The above pretty much summed up Gauri's annoyance. Married for more than seven years yet she couldn't make her stubborn husband change his ways. Earlier things were different. But with a five year old naughty boy, specifiaclly junior 'him' around them who learned anything he saw, things were bound to be different.

Habits die hard. Indeed it was true. Ever since their marriage Omkara had got into a habit of touching Gauri even if they simply sat and watched a movie together.

Lately it had started irking Gauri. Their little son Gauransh had began leaking their romantic gestures outside. Gauri was embarrassed when Gauransh's teacher had told her that he greeted his friends by kissing their cheeks. When questioned he had said that his home everyone kissed everyone. His mom kissed him, his dad kissed him. His parents kissed each other.

Gauri had come home fuming and had brought to the floors the much needed discussion. But how did he respond? Laughing out loud and kissing her cheeks. That night had simply ended with a hot love making.

Now Gauri knew her husband pretty well. She knew talking wouldn't change him. He was an obstinate man. So she had began policing. She was vexed with his unchanging ways. The more she told him not to, the more he was determined to do it.

Thinking of possible ways to make him understand she emptied the chopped veggies into the fry pan.

"Hey Darling!" He slipped her hands around her was it kissing the junction of her neck and shoulder.

"Hi Om. How was your day?" She pressed her cheek against his blowing a kiss.

"Pretty much, successful. We got the assignment in out hand. " he smiled walking to the fridge to get out some cold water.

"Papa...!" Came an excited voice. Gaurnsh hugged his father. "Hey Champ." He kissed his full cheeks, which were much like his mother's. The boy returned the kiss, pressing his lips against his dad's stubble. Gauri inwardly grimaced. Though the sight was terribly cute.

Talking to his son, he disappointed outside the kitchen making an annoyed face at his wife for not keeping water bottle in the refrigerator. Apparently, he was a bad influence on his son.

After dinner, like everyday, the trio sat on the couch of the living room watching discovery channel. The only reason Omkara looked forward to this time was because he got his wife sitting beside him. But for a month now, she made their son sit in between. He knew what she was up to.

He'd slip his arm over the headrest and reach her curls or neck. But now he was slowly getting frustrated. His wife had been playing too much of this avoidance game. She also slept early. There sex life had almost reduced by ten times. He knew her tactics. She was ignoring him to make a dela with him. He was not naive or immune to her logic.