my tough husband

9

POV: PREETI

The travel from the airport to hotel went in awkward silence.

“I am sorry”, he said entering the room. His eyes looked sad.

“no, I’m sorry I know how much Diya meant to you. I know you haven’t forgotten her but next time you touch me please don’t even think about her. I can live my life knowing that my husband doesn’t love me. I can even live with my husband loving someone else but I will not tolerate the fact that my touch reminds you of her.”, I say last sentences literally yelling and a tear falls from my eye.

Seeing the tear, he rushes towards me and drink my tear and kissed me hard. The kiss was deep, passionate and demonious as if he was trying to communicate his want to me.

“I am sorry. It’s just I never kissed anybody except Diya on lips. I never meant to offend you.”

“I understand. I think I should rest before lunch.”

“I have something for you”, he says with shinning eyes.

“what”, I ask curiously. Suddenly the awkwardness was gone and sheer curiosity took its place.

“close your eyes”, he said keeping his hand on my eyes.

“uhh tell me what it is?”, I asked my eyes still closed.

“it is this”, he said handing me a white envelope which was beautifully designed by paper quillings.

“is this envelop made by Arya because she makes such wonderful quilling designs sceneries?”, I ask

He nodded and I hurriedly opened the envelop but careful enough not to tear it. Arya made it my baby.

The envelop carried a document which said that my PIL was now on a fast track mode. My eyes full of tears. He thought so much for me. I searched his eyes wanting to see that he really cared. As though sensing my happiness he said, “I know it’s a little creepy but I really want you to move ahead in your carrier. So, I used some of resources to make the case high profile and certainly on a fast track.”

“you don’t know what it means. You touched my soul by this gesture”, I admit. My PIL is not just a case but my justice. In a country like India where a mere 6-month baby was r***d by a 40-year-old man this PIL matters to every girl who lost her innocence to the hands of vultures.

“I am not able to form words but thank you thank you thank you so much”, I say excitingly hugging him. He lifts me into his arm and swirled me in happiness. I wish time stops at this moment. Perfect.

*****

The past days were awesome adventure. we saw numerous historical sites, huge amphitheatres, went on shopping and saw numerous attractions in Italy. I came to know a lot of nasty things about my husband. He is scared of cockroaches and cats. My favourite part of the trip was rock climbing and paragliding. I wanted to do deep sea diving maybe I’ll ask him today. we will be back by evening and then we can go to whatever business dinner he has. Today is the last day as tomorrow we have the flight back to India. These days have been wonderful. Nights we have cuddled together and whole day we have spent together hand in hand together loosing ourselves to the beauty of the country. He never tried to force on me anything but I couldn’t bring myself to initiate anything also. But for we were back to our seven-year-old friendship as well. 

Manav interrupted my thoughts by pulling me back in his embrace.

“why are awake so early”, he says in his sleepy voice.

“today is our last day in Italy. Come on get up I want you to take me to deep sea diving today.”, I say excitingly.

“ok as you say madam but please let me sleep. There my friend who accompanies me to this trip who doesn’t let me sleep in nights you know.”, he says. I laugh at his comment. I hardly wake him. Only what I do is put on my earplugs and start working on PIL with lights on.

“oh, come-on I never disturb you. You put my PIL on fast track so now I have to work on it too. You sleep while I work hours after you snoring starts.”, I say with an angry face.

“you know if you get up you might get a chance to have a shower with me”, I say. What the f**k is going on with my mind. Why did I say something like that? f**k me god. His eyes suddenly open large enough and releases me. Irun from the bed and enter the bathroom hurrying. He runs after me and knocks the door.

“what did you say? say that again”, he commands.

“I say you might I never said you will. Now go and catch on what we are supposed to do and let me take a shower.”, I say emphasising on the last word. I can’t stop laughing at the face he made. Instead of shower I go for the jacuzzi and have a nice bath for about half an hour. Then I see I forgot my clothes outside in the hurry to get into the bathroom. f**k.

“Manav do me a favour”, I say reluctantly knowing what is going to happen.

“what happened?”, he asks. His voice almost tensed.

“pass me some clothes from the bag. I forgot them outside the room”, I say embarrassed and frightful because I know him and his mischievous mind.

“sorry cant does that but you can come and take your clothes from outside”, he says. Behind the door also I can imagine his filthy grin. Now what to do. That asshole has no sense of responsibility towards his wife. Who will say he is my husband, if I were, he I would have given him the clothes without even trying to take any glimpse of his eight pack abs, his tower like c**k, his chest, beautiful n*****s? Preeti stop thinking about him. Think of a solution.

He knocks on the door.

“what? I am not coming outside this way”

“yeah yeah take you clothes. I respect your privacy”

I open the gate slightly to take the clothes. When I take the clothes, his hand pulls me out of the bathroom and pushes me towards the wall. Thank god I covered myself with towel after the bath otherwise I would have been the naked in front of him. Oh my god why am I thinking all these things. Preeti he loves Diya. He is your husband but he doesn’t love you. Preeti you are a big girl and you will not get intimidated by this rascal.

“you look mesmerising in just towel”, he says.

My face burns as he gazes towards my face checking out my whole body first. I blush.

“give me my clothes Manav”, I request.

“only if I get a kiss in return”, he demands.

“why do you want that?”

“Preeti I understand you fears from the past but you have to overcome them.”

“yep I agree but you the last person I ever will have s*x with”, I lie. I am dying for him his body. I can’t tell him that and put my heart in his hands to sell it in the thief market.

“I am your husband and I too have needs do you understand that? You can’t just refuse me. Also, it’s my basic marital right to claim you and your virginity.”, he says in his husky voice giving emphasis on the last word, he knows how to turn me on. I agree with his statement but he wants that piece of mine which is pure and for that he has to love me. but for now, let’s dodge his demands we can discuss this later I don’t want to ruin my fake honeymoon. 

“can we take it slow?”

“okay how much slow?”, he asked expectantly.

before he could say anything, I gave him a kiss on cheeks leaving him astonished and ran back to bathroom taking my clothes.

Whole day I blushed because of the morning incident. His gestures his possessiveness was killing me. all I ever wanted was Manav Mangla loving me in a no one ever has loved anyone. I know it’s not love maybe just mere lust but I hope he is not just showing but he actually cares for me. Because if all this is a lie, I will end up dying. Too much past to handle and too many heart pieces to join.

Its evening and I am getting ready for the business dinner. He said casual so I preferred my black top with white leather jacket and white pants. With stylish bun and a black bindi to finish the look. He enters the room wearing head to toe denim. The drive was peaceful just like the whole day but I constantly kept blushing I hope he didn’t notice.

Upon reaching the destination it’s a huge mansion. As we entered the mansion, to my horrors I saw john.