Finding Love in the City

38. Forever apart?

The chirping of the birds was consistently getting drowned because of the whirring of the vacuum cleaner. Sleeping peacefully was no longer an option, for he had gotten married to a wonderful person, pun intended, who used the wee hours of the morning of a long weekend to clean, thereby ruining the serene mood he could potentially have been in.

Grumbling as the noises kept growing louder from downstairs, he threw the duvet off him and rushed down. Watching her move the cleaner over the carpet in swift to-and-fro motions with one hand while the other hand deftly dusted the center table in the living area, he pursed his lips and was about to shout at her, but he halted at the last moment, an evil idea forming in his head.

Smirking, he cautiously walked up to her, startling her by pulling her closer to him by her waist, her back pressed against his front.

"Leave me," she muttered after emitting a short gasp. "I have a lot of work to do."

"It's a long weekend, wifey. Can you please not clean incessantly?" he whispered, his lips touching her earlobe.

She swatted his arms away from her middle and rolled her eyes, recommencing her cleaning activities. "With all the mess you create on a daily basis, you should be happy I clean only once a day. Technically, I should be on a cleaning spree twice or thrice a day."

Huffing, he collapsed on the couch. Irked he was with her, for romance had died a brutal death within a year of marrying her, and the only way to annoy her was to mess up the couch, crumpling the covers, throwing the cushions aside, and the worst of all, putting his legs up on the center table. Like what he did at the moment.

When she finally took note of what he had done, she gasped audibly and her eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you even do, Adi?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "What did I do? Just trying to sit here. Comfortably."

She flashed her eyes at him. "Stop testing my patience, Mr. Roy."

He grinned. "What happened, Mrs. Roy?"

"Mr. Aditya Roy, you need to get your ass off the couch because I need to tidy it up right away," she yelled.

He chuckled, pulling her on the sofa next to him, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Mrs. Aditya Roy, I am not going to get up at all. Your OCD needs to be kept in check. Who better than me, your dear husband, to do that?"

"Shut up and move," she snapped.

"Make me."

"Fine!" She huffed. "Just remember you asked for it." With an arrogant smirk on her face, she began to pull her top above her head, wiggling her brows at him.

He gulped. "Nandini." His voice trembled when his gaze fell on the swell of her breasts as she discarded her top. "What are you even doing?"

"What am I doing? With all the work I had to undertake, it got," she moaned a bit, "hot." She let her tresses down from her ponytail, swinging her hair as they fell on her chest, landing tantalizingly closer to her cleavage.

"Stop it," he squeaked, biting his lips.

"It's so hot in here." She stood up, fanning herself. "I might take off the rest of my clothes."

He cleared his throat, raking his hand through his hair, trying to keep his eyes away from her. However, his gaze kept going back to her bosom as she teased him—so innocent, so seductive. "Shedding clothes is not a good idea, Nan. This is the living room, and I have a FedEx delivery scheduled."