Tipsy Topsy marriage! (Completed)

Part 17

A few days later,

Tripura sat on the couch in the living with some veggies to cut. The TV kept on just so that the house won't feel quite and scarier. Yes, she was alone. He was out for some ad shoot in the outskirts and was going to be back tomorrow. But she was long lost in her thoughts.

'Karan Khanna, the name seems so influential and it is but no one looked at the man behind it. A Man full of joy, full sorrow but not full of happiness. Her heart irked when she tried putting herself in his shoes, but she doesn't know exactly what his past is. Has she the right to ask him? Will it be good given they are just understanding each other!. No Tipsy! You won't ask him anything unless he tells you himself. She made her mind stern.. Tipsy!! Yes tipsy.. He calls her Tipsy not because she is one but because she Trips and slips alot! She pat her forehead in embarrassment. Her husband and his ways of teasing.

The day after their reception he provoked her that she didn't danced well in the reception as she had mentioned. Well, how could she!? Given she was studded with jewellery, costly dress and make up! She just can't go mad dancing.. She kept her poise and his name.

But he knew how to make her do things. He kept his poker face provoking her more and poor girl ended up doing his biding. He turned on the sound and soon she was dancing on 'chikni chameli'!. He hardly suppressed his chuckle or grin while she was long lost in the mood of the dance. Further shocking him when she threw the dupatta of her new blue and white combination salwar, seducing him unknowingly. He sat straight with that strange feeling of grasping her and what not. But her closed eyes made him calm. She enjoyed dancing given whatever the song. Keeping the mood of it she did touched him in seductive manner thinking it won't affect him but it did. Everything she does affects him real gloriously bad.

After the song ended she stood catching her breathe and giggling while he was mesmerised. He stood up taking her dupatta and walked towards her. When she felt him nearing she realised what childishly embarrassing thing she did. She danced in front of him to such a song (no-offense) an item number and she threw her duppatta to. She closed her eyes couldn't face him.

He calmly wrapped her in the dupatta which flowed down from her shoulder. He wrapped it like a shawl.

"you sure are a doctor?" He smirked at her. His hands still on her shoulder. She scrunched her face lightly in embarrassment.

He looked at her eyes shut embarrassed face which he likes actually!. His hands slowly slide on her back wings making her push her chest forward in reflex, when her chest touched his front he gasped for breathe with the feeling but keeping the track of his hands the touches finally settled on the curve of her lower waist pulling her into him.

"you make me do crazy things" she blurted "I am a doctor, I do have a certificate, practice license" she tried making him known to the facts in case he doubted her.

"hey, hey! I was kidding okay" he shushed her before she panicked and took different meaning of his tone. " am not judging you by what you do and what you did!" His hands went firm on her back. One settled for the luscious curve of her upper bottom and the other travelled the length of her back easing her. The one on the Lower twitched badly to feel the curve of her bottom but he had it controlled.

"You know what I like about you!" The word like made her heed while he held her gaze genuinely"that you don't pretend to be someone that you aren't in front of me" he caressed the side of her face. "You are real, not a dream right? My Tipsy" he choked on his words crushing her in his arms.

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She did wondered what he might be going through and she did wondered now as she sat here missing him. She miss him! God why he had to go on for a shoot. 'But that's what his job is Tripur... Tipsy!' Her heart cajoled.