Never mine..

Uncertain

"Ayaan POV"

"Are you dumb or what This guy sitting next to me is the only person I have ever loved and if you have not noticed he loves me too. And obviously how can you notice something like this when you are so blinded by your own fake world,when you don't even know the meaning of real love. If you have noticed than you would have never left him the way you did. You have left him when he needed you the most, but listen to me you maniac self-centered bitch stay away from my husband now he is mine. "

I have replayed what my wife said yesterday almost 100 times now, just to find out if that was all the facade or real. Did she really noticed me noticing her, did she really mean that. Oh god, why is she still sleeping, but let her sleep she is looking really very pretty with the smudged makeup and frizzy hair into my arms. She fits into my arms like a puzzle, I just can't believe she let us do whatever happened last night.

"Stop staring at me ayaan!! " Oh my god she isn't sleeping anymore but eyes are still closed.

"No I wasn't, I just don't wanted to disturb you, I thought you were sleeping. You must be tiered. " And now she is staring right at me, straight into my eyes. I shouldn't have said that.
She looses herself covered her body with the bedsheet and left to the washroom.

Fuck did I said something wrong, and why the hell she covered herself when I have a blueprint of her entire body, ohhhh!!!that body. I want her more, I never realized I wanted her so badly until last night.

Right now she is taking too much time in there, I put my brief on and started knocking on the toilet door "swarni are you alright?!!!" I called for her just to check upon her.

"Yeah!! Yeah!!!!! I am fine, why don't you use the other bathroom. I will take little longer. " Her reply was laced with a sadness. Is it, she doesn't want to face me? Or is it like, she regret what we did? Or is it she doesn't like it?

"Okay, if you need anything just call me okay? " I was just concerned about her. After the sex part I really wants to take care of her even more I don't know why, but she is like a delicate china piece of art to me.

"No!!! No I don't need anything. " And I took a clue that she really need her alone time.

It's been 2 hours since I left the room, I am all dressed up and even prepared breakfast for both of us.

"You made breakfast? " Swarni's shocked face is all which brought a smile on my face.

"Why? Did you took me for those guys who only knows how to boil a Meggie? "
I made a fake frown which lit up her face. Fuck that smile it can even charm any monk, if I dare say. "No, but you never cooked anything for me before, so this food on the table is making hard for me compose my shocking feelings."

"Sorry for that, but there are many more things which we haven't done before. " I raised the side of my sealed lips and eyebrow giving her the sense of the issue I am pointing at while she took her first bite of the pasta I've made.

"Shut up, silly. " And all she did was blushing furiously.

" What silly? Are you complaining about my cooking? " And by cooking I meant the way I made love to her and the crimson color on her cheeks has now turned into fir red. Damn this girl gets me so well!! I never had this kind a relationship with Lilly.

" You look pretty when you blush. " Here I said it, but she needs to know that plus I want to talk about last night.

" Ayaan I don't want to talk about last night please!!! " Did I said it out loud?

" What about last night? " No Mrs. Malik you are not gonna get out of it this easy.

"The things we did last night!!! I...you..youuu..we shouldn't be talking about it. "

"But exactly what we shouldn't talk? " After what Lilly did to me, I can't afford leaving things hanging. This create gaps which for now I am not seeking from this women.

"About...about.. "

"Sir your car is ready, good morning mam!! " What a timing Max, I am gonna kill him for this. Max entered the dinning area for giving me this fucking information, and whatever she was about to say has left unsaid which left me uncertain.

Uncertain about exactly what she was thinking about we rocking that bed, uncertain about exactly why my heart is throbbing so hard and ready to pop out of my body while thinking about me taking her again. But above all, I was uncertain about the feelings which might be LOVE. Which I should not do, because after all she is the sister of the same girl who broke my heart into million pieces.