His Obsession

Chapter 19: Party Planning

Mishti was already late for her ladies-only lunch date, amid her hastiness, she bumped into a familiar face. “Sam, I’m so sorry I didn’t see you.” Sam smiled faintly, “Yeah, it has been a while. I have not seen you since I was like beaten to pulp, anyway I would like to thank you for saving my ass.” Mishti cringed; she recalled that very day her possessive husband lost his temper. “It’s ok Sam, I have got to go, see you around,” mumbled Mishti.

Drishti sipped on her cappuccino while she watched her mum and Nisha catch up. She giggled when she saw her always delayed sister rushing in almost tripping over herself. “I am so sorry I am late; I got held up in the clinic,” sighed Mishti. Drishti raised an eyebrow while her mother-in-law welcomed her with a hug. “Hurry up and grab a seat Di, I am starving.” Mishti smiled affectionately when she saw her foodie sister’s face light up as the waiter arrived to take their order. Nisha gently tapped her glass with a fork, instantly grabbing both girls’ attention. “Girls, we are here on an important mission.” Both girls looked at her with confusion. “We are here to plan Yash’s 65th birthday party, “exclaimed Nisha. Drishti clapped her hands with excitement. “OOH, I love parties, I have an awesome idea. Why don’t we have a Masquerade-themed party with masks and gorgeous dresses.” The three women looked at Drishti with amusement. Divya smiled, “You know Drishti, that actually sounds like a wonderful idea.” Nisha nodded her head in agreement, “I could tell Yash that we would be attending a charity event which has a masquerade ball theme.” Mishti said cheerfully, “I was thinking red and black for the Deco.” Nisha replied enthusiastically, “That’s perfect, Black is Yash’s favorite color, whilst Red is mine.” Divya showed Nisha some cake designs, they eventually settled on a two-tier red and gold cake with vanilla sponge and chocolate cream. Mishti sighed, “Venue check, Cake and Deco check, party theme check. All that is left on our to-do list is our outfits for the party.” Nisha squealed, “You know what that means girls, time for a shopping spree.”

Drishti groaned in frustration; her feet were killing her but, as usual, the oldies were undecided on their dresses for the party. Drishti yanked Mishti’s arm. “Di, I am exhausted, it is already 6pm.” Mishti smiled, feeling pity for her sister. “Mama, why don’t we call it a day, we still have a few weeks until the party, it is getting late.” The two women agreed, Mishti reached the Penthouse to find her husband pacing in the living room talking to himself. She cleared her throat, startling her very agitated husband. Shivaan stomped over and grabbed his wife’s bag; he took out her cell. “WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A PHONE, IF YOU ARE GOING TO SWITCH IT OFF.” Mishti cowered, “My battery died, why are you so agitated, you know that I was out with mum.” Shivaan grabbed Mishti’s arm tightly leaving a bruise, “WHY AM I SO AGITATED, HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THAT THERE IS A RETARDED B##CH OUT THERE THAT WANTS TO HARM YOU.” Shivaan’s expression softened, he loosened his grip on Mishti’s arm, instantly regretting his actions. His cold grey eyes widened when he saw the bruise on his delicate wife’s arm. Shivaan cursed, “s**t, baby, I am so sorry, I did not mean to lose my temper like that.” Mishti remained silent as she walked away from the living room, leaving behind a remorseful Shivaan. He decided to give his angelic wife some space after his crazy outburst but noticed all the shopping bags. He saw a chocolate brown tuxedo and a burnt orange and chocolate ball mermaid-style dress. He marched into the bedroom, shopping bags in hand, while looking at his adorable wife with a questioning look. Mishti raised her left eyebrow, “Well, if you had not turned into a caveman a minute ago and gave me a chance to explain, then you would have known that I met with mum to plan dad’s surprise party.” Shivaan groaned, rubbing his palm over his face. “I feel so stupid for my madness.” Mishti smirked, “You should Mr Caveman, has punishment, you will sleep on the couch for a week.” Mishti shoved a pillow and a blanket against Shivaan’s hard chest. He obeyed his wife, accepted his punishment, but his naïve wife remained unaware of his mischievous intention.

“Uff, why is this blanket so heavy,” mumbled Mishti sleepily. Her hazel brown eyes shot open when she realized it wasn’t a blanket but her husband’s masculine arm around her waist. She wriggled, trying to free herself from Shivaan’s firm grip, only to find her husband cheekily watching her with amusement. “Let go of me u Jaanavar (beast),” shouted Mishti. Shivaan rolled over, pinning Mishti instantly, “Oh really, I’m a beast now.” Mishti looked at Shivaan' doe eyed, she knew she was in trouble. Shivaan claimed her petal-like lips licking the seams when she refused, he pinched her erect n###le causing her to gasp, he wasted no time in devouring every inch of her mouth. He started peppering her soft skin with kissed, Mishti moaned loudly when she felt her mischievous husband sucking on her sweet spot, she could feel the wetness between her thighs. Shivaan wasted no time in removing barriers between them, he settled himself in between his seductress’s luscious thighs, he began devouring her savouring every drop she gave him as if it were his most favourite desert, he felt his baby writhing under him, he pulled back earning a murderous glare. He leaned forward and captured her now swollen lips before slamming his steal like shaft into her, they both moaned loudly. Shivaan pounded into his baby relentlessly before they reached a point of no return, their breathing ragged, body sweaty. “I love my adorable, sexy wife, please forgive me,” Shivaan breathed. Mishti purred, “I love you my beastly husband.”