A few days later

Third-person POV

Dhruv lay on the couch near the window, his head resting on Aakriti's lap, eyes closed but not asleep. Her fingers gently threaded through his hair, her touch slow and soothing. They hadn't spoken much today. They didn't need to. Silence has always been their comfort.

"You know," Dhruv murmured without opening his eyes, "I thought you would distance me from yourself after the stunt that I pulled that day."

Aakriti smirked, eyes still on the sky outside. "You practically kidnapped me."

"You were sleeping. It was a tactical operation." He said. Her hand paused for a second in his hair.

"I cried the whole night after that session." She said in a barely audible voice.

He opened his eyes slowly, shifting his head just enough to look up at her. "I know."

"You saw?" She asked, and he nodded, reaching up to gently hold her free hand.

"You locked the bathroom door, but I heard you."

Aakriti's voice lowered. "And yet you didn't say anything the next morning."

"Did you need words of comfort? You needed space to get over the pain. If you had known that I saw you like that, you would have tried to hide it again as if you were not suffering."

"This time it was more difficult than the first time. Recalling everything was painful. It felt like I was reliving all those parts again. Dad's death. The scene of him vomiting blood. The eighteen-year-old me didn't know what to do. He drowned himself in alcohol to forget his pain, to forget Mom. As I was trying to calm myself from that memory, Vi's suicide flashed in my mind. His lifeless self, slit wrist, and bloodied floor. Nobody could process that the ever-so-calm and cheerful Vi could harm himself. Meera's lifeless body. Your word about wanting to end your pain. Going to your parents. Those words have haunted me more than anything else. I hate seeing people like that—lifeless. I hate that I remember every single detail. The therapy was painful, but at least I can talk about those memories now." She said and paused for a long time.

"You've been so quiet lately." she said, studying his face.

"I like listening to your bickering. You have been quiet, so I didn't feel like talking." He said with a teasing smile.

"When do I do that?" She asked with a bewildered look.

"Always." He said and chuckled.

She showed an annoyed look and then smiled, showing a helpless look. Her hand moved back into his hair, more gentle now.

"Are you scared?" she asked and went quiet again.

"Of what?" he asked in confusion.

"Of how long it'll take me to be okay again." She said softly. Dhruv turned slightly, resting his cheek more firmly against her thigh.

"No. I'm only scared you'll try to do it all alone again." Dhruv said as his lips brushed her bare stomach. Aakriti closed her eyes, feeling sensation flowing through her body because of Dhruv's action. She gripped his hair tighter. He blew air on her stomach, making her go crazy.

"Dhruv." She moaned. Dhruv was about to let go and get up, but hearing her moan made him forget everything. He suddenly felt hunger, which can only be satisfied by her. He moved like he was possessed and kissed the place just above her belly button. Aakriti trembled, shutting her eyes close. But he didn't feel satisfied and took a bite. As if marking her. He fondled her skin with his tongue. Again taking the bite in the same place. Making it go red. Sending shivers down her entire body. Aakriti leaned back for support. She felt like her body was on fire. Instead of pushing him away, she pulled him towards her stomach, giving him more access. He kissed her entire stomach like a madman. She was a moaning mess. As his kisses weren't just pecks but as if he was trying to devour her skin to satisfy his hunger. His saliva, leaving traces on her skin.

"Dhr...uv." He stopped and looked at her. She looked down at him, eyes glassy and filled with an unknown desire. Dhruv felt his mouth go dry. He gulped his saliva multiple times to calm himself. But his wife's pure, naive eyes filled with desire fueled his demon mind with the thought of devouring her. In a swift motion. Aakriti was lying below Dhruv. Her saree's pallu got detached, leaving her blouse-clad chest on display for him. Aakriti's breath got uneven, realizing her state. But she remain frozen, not trying to cover herself. Dhruv was eyeing her cleavage and licked his lips as if he had seen a delicacy that he wished to taste.

He saw Aakriti's face glowing and creased her face. He kissed her eyes, and a tear escaped her eye. He traced his lips on the tear path. He kissed her chin, then her cheek, and then her nose lovingly. He found her so adorable, someone whom he can never be tired of pampering. He kissed her ears to tease her. He felt her going sensitive to his touch. Her ears were already sensitive, and him abusing her ear made her go blank. She pulled him away, not able to bear this touch.

She opened her eyes and looked at him only to see desire in his eyes. She circled her hands around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Making him lose his balance and fall on top of her. She kissed him with great passion. Both fighting for dominance. Not wanting to lose to the other. He left her lips moving downwards without breaking the contact with her skin. He left a hickey on her neck. His lips rested on her right-hand-side blouse strap, and he slid it down with his teeth. He kissed her just above her breast. He started fondling her left breast with his hand. Her thin blouse being the only barrier between their skin. Aakriti trembled from the intense pleasure that she had never experienced before. Dhruv wanted to take a step further, as he was driven by desire. He tried to pull her blouse down, wanting to expose her completely.

"Dhru...vvv, stop, please." Aakriti spoke with desperation, halting his moments. Her words worked like cold water waking him up. He immediately backed off. Giving her space. Aakriti adjusted herself and ran towards the washroom. She leaned against the door, panting badly.

Aakriti's POV

"What the heck was that?" I saw my reflection in the mirror only to be shocked. My entire neck was covered with hickeys. I felt hot all over my body. I slightly lifted my pallu only to see my stomach was in a similar state. I know I was blushing at this moment. How will I face him? Why did I lose control?

"Because of pleasure." My inner self said.

"I did behave desperately." I said, covering my face. I need to change; I can't wear this saree because of these marks. I quickly freshen up. I applied foundation on my neck, but it was still faintly visible. So I decided to wear an anarkali suit. The dupatta will help me cover my neck. I spent so much time in here; Dhruv must have left.

I came out and was pulled into a back hug. I don't need to turn to know who he is. He held me tightly and whispered in my ear.

"Did you not like what we did?" He turned me around to look at him. His eyes were still the same, making me go all weak. I saw his expression change from worry to that annoying smirk.

"Answer me. Baby." He said and kissed my earlobe. He has a high level of obsession with my ears.

"I thought you left." I murmured softly.

"If I went like this the entire house would have known that we were in the process of making babies." He left me speechless. What nonsense is he spouting? How can he behave so shamelessly?

"You look like a tasty tomato right now." He said and pecked my nose. He kissed my lips softly and left for the washroom.

"Is my husband possessed by a ghost?" I said to myself. Trying to grasp his changed demeanor. I should go down; it's not a good idea to be alone with him. I came out of the room and met Karan and Kabir.

"Bhabhi. You look different." Karan said.

"Yes, you look cute. But why are you suddenly wearing an anarkali?" Kabir asked with a raised eyebrow. This curious cat will make sure to ask everything till I am embarrassed.

"What are you all talking about?" Dhruv said in a low voice, standing behind us, startling all of us.

"No, just asking Bhabhi for her change of mood." Karan said nonchalantly. Dhruv looked confused at them.

"Bhabhi is not wearing a saree like everyday." Kabir clarified. Kabir, it was not needed. Don't give him chances to tease me.

"Why are you not wearing a saree?" Dhruv asked with a smirk. Huh... That sexy, annoying smile. Did I say sexy? Even I am possessed or what?

"Yes, you did." my inner self mocked me. I am a mess.

"Isn't it because of you?" I murmured very softly, barely audible to anyone.

"Really. What did I do?" He said, feigning ignorance. His face had a mischievous glint.

"Dhruv." I called his name in annoyance. More like pleading.

"Ok. Ok. Enough of your flirting. Spare us single souls." Karan said.

"Yes. Let's go and have dinner." Kabir said and dragged me. We all sat to eat the meal.

Dhruv held my left hand and creased it, making me choke on my food. I so damn regret saying those words. 'You don't need my permission to touch me.' After that, Dhruv has been clingier than before. And also shameless. He looked at me with such intense eyes. I just looked down, avoiding his gaze, and started taking small bites.

"We were so wrong to stop them from flirting. They made our dinner feel so suffocated with this sexual tension." Kabir whispered to Karan. But his voice was loud enough for all of us to hear. Kabir, you need to control your tongue. Luckily, Dadu was not here and was having dinner in his room. I feel so embarrassed; I glared at Dhruv. I tried to remove my hand from his grip, but he was not letting me go. I pleaded with him to leave my hand, but he held it more tightly.

I stomped his foot with great strength. He let go of my hand and winced in pain. He looked at me like a wounded puppy. You deserve it. Idiot.

"Bhai, control your emotions. It's weird to see our savage bhabhi going all shy." Karan said.

"Am I going to be chachu so soon? Bhai, wait, at least let us find a chachi for the baby first." Kabir said with a teasing smile.

"If we wait for you both to find partners, we might grow old without a child." Dhruv said shamelessly. What nonsense is he talking? But for one of them it might be true. Who I don't know? But Riddhima is not going to forgive him.

"Aww, Bhai, you are so mean. If Dadu had not taken the responsibility to get you married, you would have also been like us or maybe worse. How would you, with your grumpy attitude, ever win, Bhabhi? And now you are flaunting." Kabir said.

"I am not stupid like you both." He said.

"Bhai." Both said in a whiny tone.

"Why are you mocking them? Don't call them stupid." I warned him. 

"Ok. If my wife is saying something, then I must listen, right?" He said with a teasing smile. Kabir clutched his chest dramatically.

"God, I need to leave this table. All this romantic tension is messing with my appetite."

"You were eating like a pig two minutes ago," Dhruv said flatly.

"Yeah, well. Now you both lovebirds are ruining my digestion." Kabir said nonchalantly.

"You both are treating us like we are not present here. Doing this weird eye contact thing and holding hands under the table."

"You would understand if you had a wife. But you both don't have." He said. What is wrong with him?

"Bhai, look, you're being all smug. Never felt you could be so annoying." Karan said.

"I am done." I said and left. Enough of tormenting myself give me space. I ran away as if my butt was on fire.

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