my tough husband

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POV Preeti

 I was a hell of a nervous when I entered the room, thankfully he was in shower. I was wearing loose trousers and t shirt with bra. I was hell of a nervous and scared too. but I trusted him with the fact that he wouldn't try anything. I was lying on the edge of the bed trying to sleep when he returned from shower. he came quietly and said,

"that's my side of the bed. please I can’t sleep on that side"

"how mean I left my house. my surname. my parents. even I left Arya's room and you can’t leave a god damn side"

I think he is nervous to start a conversation that is why he said such a dumb thing. he is an asshole big one. I didn’t see him. didn't want to. he became quiet again. it was until when he climbed the bed that I realised that he has worn nothing. not even boxers. I could feel the heat radiating all through his body warming me up. the room was dark as I wanted it to be.

"what the hell go get up and wear something", I literally screamed at him. what was he trying to do? trying to seduce a virgin. a girl who has not even kissed anybody yet. I don't even want to notice him or his ____.

“I can’t sleep with anything on. it’s very uncomfortable. I am habitual this way only"

"excuse me. even I am not habitual of sleeping in trouser or wearing a bra on. I am doing it for the sake of humanity. so please cooperate."

"there is no humanity in this. in fact, this is very inhuman you are forcing your husband to sleep uncomfortably."

"they are basic manner. at least wear something down."

"how do you know I have nothing on in so dark "

"because I can feel the heat of your body "

"Preeti relax I can control myself. and you don't have to change yourself too. if you want you can sleep in any sleepwear you are habitual of. wearing a bra in night is harmful for ladies I hope you know that after all you are a qualified doctor"

I unhooked my bra and removed it with my top on. but could feel hi gaze over me. as if he is burning with desire. I don't know how to feel. I have never it like that. I started to relax and suddenly restlessness washed over me. I felt like vomit. unable to resist any more I rushed towards the bathroom and pee. he too followed me too. he came inside the bathroom asking

"what happened "

" sudden vomit. quite common in these days"

I didn't feel the energy to even get up. I was too tired as the day was too long and stressed. he brought me water and turned the lights on. oh s**t. he still didn't bother to put something on. his pipe hard as rock. his face full of concerned. I closed my eyes and turned my face fucker.

"what the f**k. please where something"

"don't use such language. it doesn't suit you"

"sorry when you spend 4 years in a medical college you sort of are habitual of abuses. I am trying to change them. "

"now let me get you back to the bed"

"why are staring at me ", I say with still my eyes being closed but could feel his gaze.

“I think you should wear less transparent tops from now on", he replied.

oh f**k. my top it was white. white enough for my breast to be clearly visible. I removed my hands from eyes and placed them towards my breast still my eyes closed.

"please take me to the bed. I don't think I have the energy to even get up", I requested.

he took me in his arms and placed me onto the bed. even if my eyes were closed still my mind was recapturing those fractions of second where his hard c**k was pointed towards me. lust filled me. this was a new feeling for me which cannot explain.

"are you ok. should I call the doctor"

"no need of the doctor. please call Arya. I need to cuddle with someone else I will not be able to sleep now"

"you can cuddle with me. come here", he said as if fighting his inner self. I became stiff. sensing my resistance, he went to the dresser and came out wearing boxers. then came to bed. and cuddled with me. at first, I was tensed and stiff. but slowly I began to relax. all my past memories as though have faded and this was true. my husband, my first love and my only love ever cuddling with me respecting me and my wishes what could I ask for.

"don't think that I have fallen for you or something. I don't want to wake Arya at nearly midnight. only that's why, “he said as if struggling to bring out the words.

"this explanation is for me or yourself ", I taunted and he became silent. in his embrace I drifted off to sleep for the first time in my life.

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he is kissing me hard and fast. telling me how much he loves me in between. then he tells me to touch his c**k. ahh so hard for me. I have no idea what to do. he giving me the instructions. how to touch it. he is calling my name in pleasure. he playing with my boobs making them hard. and suddenly Diya enters the room. her expression say she is shocked and hurt. she is blaming me that I snatched his daughter and his husband from her. she came back from death for them and I destroyed her whole world. my heart clenches as she is accusing me of blasphemy. pain flows through my eyes in the form of tears and I started shivering. I hear Manav's voice waking me up" it’s alright it’s nothing wake up wake up”, he says. I open my eyes seeing his jaw tight and his expression full of concern.

his hairs dishevelled; eyes still sleepy but he looked as beautiful as a Greek God. He was 28 but he looked much younger. when I was in high school Diya was one of my closest friends and my senior and he was 21. he really loved her but he will never love me. he blamed me for everything as if I was the culprit. yes, I loved him I crushed on him. he was the bad boy. the play boy. whole school had crush on him but it never meant to hurt him or her. during Diya’s pregnancy I was the one to take her to the hospital, accompanying her to the check-ups, even at the delivery time. I missed my classes, my studies, had to take a leave of six months because doctor said she needs a bedrest of six months and he was busy in his start up. and when Arya was born, he didn't even let me see her. when we returned to India Arya needed the arms of a mother so she was always in my embrace but he didn't like it. then my father strictly forbids me to even see her. I cried, pleaded him that she needs me but he didn't listen. I was in the second year of my college. where I missed my maximum practical’s, but because of my behaviour the teachers showed some leniency and forgive me for the leaves and missed curricular. he never let me be in peace. how can I love such selfish bastard who always find mistakes in other? the thoughts overwhelmed me and I started crying. he still watched me and asked me what happened and I just hugged him and cried. after probably an hour I uttered," I am sorry I should go I have to wake up Arya. "

"no issues I am getting her ready today. you pack your clothes go for shopping and everything. you don't have any court case pending?"

“I’m free for next week but Monday I have a case"

"great we are coming back on Friday never mind", he said and went out of the room. still overwhelmed with the dream and then all the past memories. I was at a crossroad to trust him or not. I loved him always have but he always blamed me for everything and now suddenly so caring. maybe he might have felt bad for what his friends might have did. or because I sacrificed my life for his father. or my love towards Arya. maybe he is manipulating me to stay with him after uncle’s death. lost in my thoughts I showered. the day went by busy but these questions never left me. the night was good. he wore his boxers and cuddled to me. despite the fact that I could feel his errection quite clearly.

I too wore a less transparent top and free shorts as I felt comfortable with him now but still the questions never left me. my mind never left the crossroads. I miss my friends but when john went to prison my only best friend Shruti never talked to me again. Manvi always takes Manav's side so I don't feel like talking to her.