"We should move," I mumbled between our lips, my hands gripping her waist lightly, my legs tangled with her legs like every morning, but my wife had no desire to listen to me and pushed herself deeper in the kiss, taking everything of what I could offer. "They will be here any second."
"I don't want kids," She joked, tying her arms around my neck. "Tell me again why I agreed for three kids?" Because you desired to have your own family; a family who wouldn't leave you in need, who would believe you in every second. "Kabir and Nisha are ten. Why they ambush our bedroom still?"
No clue.
But disregarding the words, I snaked my hand to her back and with a swift movement, swirled her on the bed to stop her wanton acts in the day broad light and traumatize our children. Before she could protest at the change of positions, I silenced her words with my lips and said, "Either you love it or not, they will come."
"Can't we say them not to come? Or tell Udisha to not let her siblings enter?"
"She already gags at us."
"Stupid children," She said dryly, running the tip of her fingers on my face as if to memorize it again after all these years. We had spent years with each other but yet nothing seemed to satisfy me. "We give them romance and they complain about it."
Shaking my head at her wobbly words, I stared at the clock on the opposite wall and dropped next to her body.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
And the door opened, parting the wooden and revealed the maid with a trolley and breakfast held intricately in each dish and bowl. When I diverted my gaze, I chuckled at the band of three hiding behind the door but smiled at their parents beaming figure.
"Happy anniversary," Udisha said, clapping her hand. Seventeen but yet childish with her behavior but sharp at the tongue when someone insulted her taste on anything, when any relative tried to trespass her way of living. Yes, I gave the freedom of the world to her because she deserved everything from me. "We made breakfast." I raised my eyebrow in question. "By our hands." To prove her fact, she waved at the smaller children covered in flour and syrups.
Gasping, Sanjana and I shared a look. We had made monsters in name of children.
"You can leave us, Yuni," Sanjana said softly, and as the maid left, our bed was dipped down by three bodies struggling to tie their arms around our midriff and singing the anniversary songs.
Chuckling, I held Nisha close to my chest, wiped my finger at the maple syrup on her cheek.
[ S A N J A N A ' S P O V ]
I heard the sounds before I placed my feet on the white creamy marble of the Gupta's mansion.
Curling my hands, I peered around the hall, the portraits hanging on the corners, the lavish furniture, the maids running around the house as if the screams weren't a new gesture in this house, as if it didn't matter to them anymore.
Should I go in or confess to Arnav I couldn't enter this house with the screams?
Glancing at the files in my hands, I overthought the process.
Confidential.
Cannot send his employees.
He is in Jaipur.
Shaking my head, I tried to catch hold of any of their children and drop the files in their hand, and avoid the fights blasting from the far end of the hallway. Arnav and I didn't fight like this, we didn't scream, we didn't curse or abuse each other. Our fights would be silent, for three to four hours before one of us decide to be understanding and listen to other person problems. We didn't like getting angry at each other after everything we have been through.
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The Things We Love and Lose
Romansa"We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered, protesting at the back of my throat. He curled his finger around the strand of my hair. "But we're doing this." His lips inched closer to mine. "We're always doing this." Squeezing my eyes, I pushed him bac...
